The Return of Dragon of Mohenjo-Daro

Fool

The sergeant was still bent down at the back and he whispered with a deep voice: "He wants to hijack the truck. He is still armed. Don't trust him."

The historian spoke to the man in Urdu. They talked for a while. The only thing the scientist and the sergeant could understand were the words Al-Qaeda and mujahid (warrior).

The sergeant whispered again from the back: "I told you he was a terrorist."

The historian translated what they had been speaking: "He was running away from Al-Qaeda. He himself was a mujahid as well. But there was an internal conflict in his clan after the news spread and he could hardly escape. He said they were still chasing him."

The scientist asked: "Does he understand English?"

"Yes he does."

"Have you told him where we are going?"

"He is so weak to think about that. He is wounded and haven't eaten anything for two days."

The scientist and the historian decided to take the warrior along. As they were helping him stepping on the truck, the historian told the sergeant: "Look, we have already found the meaning of your life. You have all the chance to bring peace now."

They hit the road again. They gave food and fruit juice to the warrior and dressed his wounds. The warrior slept for almost a day as they were travelling the long road to Mohenjo-Daro.

It was half the way and they hadn't seen anybody around. There were lots of abandoned vehicles in towns they passed by but the sergeant could not make bold to hot-wire one. He said: "I acknowledge the fact that I have no way back. Let's make a deal. Give me the truck after we arrive and I won't mess up this trip."

The scientist said: "There is plenty of oil in the bins. You will have enough time to make it to India or Iran or whichever direction you want to go. You can take the truck under one condition only. We will talk to the warrior and he will make his decision to stay in Mohenjo-Daro or on the truck."

"I will stay in Mohenjo-Daro." The warrior told as he woke up. He was actually listening to their conversation for about an hour while he was seemingly sleeping. He said: "Don't let me die in dirty hands."

The sergeant turned mad and pulled a gun from his coat. The warrior was laying next beside him on the large seat and saw him drawing the gun. He made a sudden move and grabbed the sergeant's throat. Two shots were fired. Both men slumped like a sack while the warrior's hand slowly eased off. The warrior was mildly scratched on the rib and the sergeant was self-shot on the right knee. The scientist was kind of shocked but she was so concentrated to reach the destination that she did not slow down the truck at all. The historian turned around from the front seat and reached the hand of the sergeant. She grabbed the gun and threw it out of the window and said:"It's over kids. No more fooling! Stop the truck please. Let's have a look at them."