"Yeah Ma'am.Yeah Ma'am. Yep.Yep. Will do Ma'am....No no no.....still unconscious....Rushing out ma'am.....Will update immediately."
tring tring tring tring
"Hello? Yes Sir .....Jeremy did you update Miss Black?.........Yes sir...still rushing out to hospital......Patient serious.................sir.......yes.....
Sir.....Dunno.....Whether he will pull through or not?......Sir!Sir! Who was Miss Black"?
"Will tell you Jeremy. Come back after checking the Gun runner and meet me in my chamber. Speed Jeremy..... Clean up! everything.....and shush...sh...s. Silence.No media.No leak.
"Call me before coming"
Tut ...tut...tut..
The mobile had been hanged up.
"Bullshit....Dogshit.....Cowshit......Manshit.....shit..Shit..shit!" screamed Jeremy.
"DG Sir? Who the hell was Black??"
DGP the topmost police boss was Ravindra Ramamurthan Kurana, 1989 batch and no- nonsense guy, tall dark and baldly guy. Not very handsome but serious guy and the juniors couldn't make out whether he was really joking or not. Half Tamil and half Punjabi, who had weakness for pretty faces.
Jeremy Rao was pure Andraite, tall dark and handsome wearing thick gold chain always dangled from his neck.
But eyes were expressive crystal black and looked through the other person. Moustaches with pointed nose and thick lips and pearly white teeth.
Pure Telengana guy spoke fluent Hindi and French and of course picking up Assamese posted in Assam.
Millitary hospital was located at Rani, around 12 km from main city. Hospital was not very big and could accomodate 50 patients but well equipped with all the latest equipments.
City scan, MRI, PET scan etc. Specialist doctors were also there such as Orthopaedic surgeon, Neuro Surgeon, Radiologist etc.
Johnson was immediately wheeled to the OT (Operation Theatre) and humdrum of activities had started.
"Scalpel.....cotton......puncture the skin...."
"Nurse!Hurry....check the heartbeat."
"Pump!pump...."
"Blood pressure dropping check!!" shouted Dr Sirimago the head Surgeon.
Who was this VIP patient?? All the other assisting doctors were wondering that they needed to call city's topmost surgeon.
"Who the fucking guy was he!Why was he screwing the entire medical paternity of Guwahati city?"
"Was he some international currency or topmost international politician?"
"What was the name of this celebraty patient?"
His name was kept only as Gun Runner. Full stop. No nationality no caste or creed.
"Some guy who was shot with three bullet holes at his back and still surviving?"
"Tough man!Tough! Dashing and handsome and diamond studded guy."
Finally the bullet was extracted but patient was still unconscious. The doctor instructed them to keep twenty four vigilance till the patient wakes up.
More than five hours of surgery the patient was wheeled to the ICU. The surgery team was exhausted .
"How's he?Will he survive?"asked Jeremy.
"Bullets are out but his kidney was damaged that will need attention",replied the doctor.
"Sorry Jeremy Sir,I have lunch appointment with my family which no doubt would be dinner now."
"Right now! I've done what could be done to save him and rest is upto ..".he pointed upward.
YOU ARE READING
Gun Runner.
ActionThe story was set in eastern part of India , where the rebels or insurgency was at its peak. Many people specially the women and children were badly affected due to this major upheaval. Johnson was a simple college going boy of nineteen,who becam...
