Chapter Six

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There were several bangs of a gun. Like I said earlier, I said I would help Atreyee in her training session; so there I was. And to my surprise, I couldn't figure out why the hell she needed any of these stupid trainings. Because, the last time I saw her shooting, she was throwing an empty can up in the air and then shot it; just for fun.

It was a busy time; I was in charge of bringing all the explosives in. There was a large shipment came along a couple of days ago. My job was to keep the police out of reach. It included bribing them. Sometimes, I would have to get into a small fight. But I was lucky this time. So, bribing was enough. As long as Vijay was not around I had to do a lot of stuffs he used to handle. After that I was supposed to process the explosives and make them useful for our mission along with the plan. And Atreyee was spending a lot of time in the training ground.

- There will be another shipment today.' Uncle ji whispered into my ears when he was passing by me. 'Dhaoshal dock again. You are going there.'

And he went away wherever he was going.

...

It was pitch dark in the night. And Dhaosal dock was deserted. I was waiting there for the shipment. Two people were with me. One was sitting behind the steering wheel of the track and the other was waiting outside with a gun in his pocket.

Then I saw a flashlight flashing from the waters. That was our signal. I warned the others to stay sharp, and forwarded towards the shore. The flashlight came closer, and I could see Kuttu. Kuttu was young chap with great sense of humor; he was the one who used to deliver us stuffs. And by stuffs, I mean anything, literally anything. He deals arms, girls, drugs and everything illegal.

- Are Prateek Vaai, I have some new shipments of young chicks? Need some?' He said with a wide smile; his teeth bloody teeth were so red that his face looked similar to a vampire.

But he was a good one. I was really surprised that these people who were supposed to be terrorists, smugglers, the so called 'bad guys', were really good persons deep inside.

- Yeah. Stop asking that man. You make fun of me every night.' I replied with a smile.

Then He came to us and showed us the delivery items. It was all there, the guns, the explosives, all of them. So, we moved on to loading the truck. I was chit-chatting with Kuttu, and his men were doing all the hard work.

- You are planning something big, aren't you?' Kuttu asked.

I remained silent, obviously. How could I discuss about it with an outsider? And he could also understand that.

- Yes, yes. I know. You are not supposed to tell anybody. I get it. But how big?' He looked at me for second and realized that I'm not going to tell anything. 'Okay. You don't have to tell. But I should get going and so should you.'

Others were done with the loading, and we were ready to get out of there. As soon as Kuttu left with his boat, there was a bang of gunshot. And one of my men hit the ground, dead. I looked up and shouted to the other, 'Rajeev...!' I threw myself in the front seat and then said, 'We have been compromised. Get us out. And be quick.'

He didn't waste any time and put his feet on the accelerator; he took a quick turn around the corner and started driving crazy. There were three police cars waiting for us to come out, and now they are tailing us.

Rajeev was a very good driver in this kind of situation. He tackled one of the police cars and it fell behind. I asked him, 'Give me your gun.' He gave me his gun and turned his wheel hard right. And in this moment, I threw my head and uppermost body out of the window, aimed for their wheels and took the shots. The drivers lost control of their cars, and they hit the roadside walls. And we were able to get away, the right turn Rajeev took helped really well.

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