Gun Runner.

Chapter 1...who had betrayed ?

The dusty road of Beltola Bypass became the battleground with many special forces and even Para-military forces running helter- sketer along the busy traffic.

Public on the road were shell shocked as if they were watching the Hindi movies where the Police were chasing the villain.
Fortunately pedestrians were very less in fact negligible this early morning .

Happy selfie takers and  carefree video recorders or snap shooters were just dumbfounded even to click their cells.

  Click!Click!Click!! sound was missing except for occasional tooting of horns far off.

It looked like some hypnotist had hypnotized everyone even the vehicles.

It was very early morning and slightly foggy with the neon lights emitting dull lights. Weather was slightly cold as the mercury had dropped to less than normal temperature.
Traffic was less except for heavy trucks carrying  coals.

Pedestrians were negligible except for few people who were daily wage people.

"STOP!STOP! STOP!"

Black bolero bearing Haryana number HR-04D-3232 plate was stopped at Police barricade . It was a routine for the Police to stop the vehicle for checking specially after the widespread smuggling of Phensydel cough syrup to Bangladesh.

There were three people inside the vehicle including the driver.

Johnson was sitting at the back and he was slightly annoyed with the conduit who was fifteen minutes late.
He considered it a bad omen even if there was ten minutes of time difference.
He almost aborted the consignment fearing leakout and some mishap. He had this intuition that something was about to happen. Be it sixth sense or whatever.

Guru who was the consignee of latest  automatic pistols and rocket launchers including bullets was ordered by Tarantula.

Three rocket launchers were dismantled and kept on the floor of the vehicle specially built cabinet under the seat.

Pistols were kept inside the doors of the bolero nicely packed and refitable. Bullets were inside  the dicky packed along with the grapes in four cardboard cartoons. Dealing was done in cash stashed under the seat of the driver.

Most of the times, cash was exchanged at the Bangladesh India border through coal truckers.
Unmarked packet was given to the truck driver or handy man stating it was the packet of smoked wild boar.

The consignments were then delivered at the busy marketplace or at the coal depot casually through empty trucks.

Truckers were happy to receive extra tips for bringing the consignment. Usually the forces never checked the empty trucks and the arms were flowing to the millitant groups unabated.

The destination was Silchar market place.

Johnson was quiet and hardly anyone could hear him speaking. He was nicknamed Silent Killer among his network.

"Shit...shit...fu...."could hear him swearing.
Sweat was forming on his forehead profusely even though it was cold.

As soon as the vehicle was stopped by the traffic police he jumped out cursing "shit..shit...shit..."

He could see the glint of the pistol in one of the under cover force. Traffic police never carries guns and always in uniform.

Phir -phat phit- phit- phat...the footsteps could be heard.
"Bhago mat!(Don't run) or I'll shoot..."
"Tut..tut..tut....tut.."The sound of guns specially AK-47 could be heard.
"Divert the traffic or Stop the traffic!" shouted the Officer wearing three stars.

Tall lanky guy wearing faded jeans and polo neck T-shirt of black colour sprinted across the street.

The guy was tall around 6' 1"and with crew cut hair somehow with round rimmed brown glasses.

To the casual onlooker, he looked like a son of well to do family. Fair complexion with slightly small eyes and straight thick hair which was crew cut showing his ears studded with small diamond top on one ear. Nice sturdy black Vans shoes with blue socks.
Backpack of Diesel brand was swung carelessly at his back.

He was holding the automatic pistol which he was trying to shoot at his chasers.

One Police officer in the rank of S P was in the gypsy with bodyguards of around four and all in bullet proof jackets.

"Cordone the people! Cordone the people!"
he was shooting at the few policemen and traffic police.
"Shoot him!Shoot him!"
His junior was yelling at the top of his voice.
"No! No! No!.....we want him alive". The SP was giving orders.

"Shoot not to kill"!!! Maro mat!!(Don't shoot) Mother fu**kers!!"
"LISTEN!LISTEN!...."Iss...s...."

Bang!bang!bang! Like fire crackers during Diwali celebration reverberated with sounds in the wee hours of cold November morning.

Thud. 

The flying bullet ricocheted hitting the hoarding of Dove soap advertisement and piercing through it hitting the boundary wall of vehicle garage.
Another Thud and caught the runner at his back. He was seen thrown few meters and finally collapsing flat on the tarmac. His pistol was thrown a few meters with a bang sound.

"Stop Shooting"! STOP!" shouted Jeremy
Soon the tarmac was flushed with red colour mixing with the dust.

The pigeons on the crossroads were seen flying with flapping sound.Coo. Coo.Coo.  They were chirping.

The forces were seen cautiously approaching him fearing retaliation. The gaping hole could be seen on the backpack he was carrying. He was not moving at all and the police was not sure whether he was dead or alive.

When the SP Jeremy Rao approached him , he was sprawled unmoving but SP could hear faint moaning . To go near him was also very risky less he retaliate because he was a trained fighter.

"Jaldi Karo! Marna nahi chahiye!"
( Move fast!He shouldn't die") barked SP at his juniors.
( When Jeremy Rao  was over-exited , he started talking in Hindi with South Indian accent.)
"Pist"......."pist".....

Jeremy kicked him with his sneakers to check whether he was really out or pretending.

After handcuffing him, he was moved into the ambulance waiting nearby and ready for any emergency.

The operation was preplanned with topmost confidentiality and only few topnotch was aware about this operation called Snake and the  Ladder.
Ambulance immediately rushed out towards the millitary hospital located in the outskirt of Guwahati blaring the blue light.

Honk!Honk!Honk!....

"Follow the Ambulance Krishna!SPEED !" Jeremy barked the order.

Jeremy followed the ambulance at the abnormal speed holding his mobile shouting out to someone.
"Yeah! Ma'am Yeah! Ma'am.........Yep! Yep! Yep!"