WA&R

Chapter 5

Dubai;

Nakul walked out of a skyscraper and climbed into the driving street of his Matt Black Lamborghini. He raced through the streets of Dubai before parking his car in the parking lot marked 'CEO' of a local dock.

He went inside the office and sat down at his desk when his phone pinged and a message consisting of dots and lines popped on his screen. He decoded the text on a tissue paper and kept staring at it.

Rio De Janeiro;

Aditi was busy clicking pictures with her DSLR camera for some tourists in front of Christ the Redeemer when her phone pinged.

She told her assistant to take over and went straight in her small little studio.

She decoded the text on the back of a receipt of one of her clients and looked at it with a spark of joy in her eyes.

Monte Carlo;

"Heat Me," Zoya said to the dealer at the circular table. Her first two were a 7 of spades and a 3 of hearts. She couldn't bust in this round of blackjack.

"Désolé Madame but I don't understand why you are playing here when the Casino hasn't opened."

"I need to practice, Raphael, How do you think I built this Casino?"

"By robbing other Casinos off their cash?"

"Precisely. It took me 3 months to crack Blackjack's code."

"Blackjack's code Madame?"

"The Maths behind the Game, Raphael.

I don't gamble. I take calculated risks and play with Maths on my side." Zoya said while opening a letter addressed to "Zoya's Casino and Bar."

The trained coder decoded the morse code in her head and was glad something worthwhile was on her hands. A mission.

Athens;

Pranav was the manager of the Acropolis Museum and was discussing the safety policies of the Museum with his Security staff.

"Excuse me, Sir, We have prepared for everything except the possibility of a Bomb attack or explosives."

"Don't worry about explosives, Alexander"

"Why is that, Sir?"

"Let's just say I did a small course on explosives in my college days"

Alexander bowed his head, confused but decided to respect his senior's decision.

Pranav's phone pinged and a message popped from a contact saved as 'Delivery Boy:'

"The Pizza is ready, need help eating it."

The arms, ammunition and explosives expert smiled. His years of patience had paid off but he still had one question to ask the Delivery Boy.

"Which Flavour?"

Istanbul;

Victor was conducting a Martial Arts class in the fresh air just outside the Majestic Blue Mosque. The six Minarets glistened in the gold as the Sun began rising. He had just finished guiding the beginners through the warm-up when a clean, white pigeon came and sat on his arm.

He untied a parchment of paper stuck to its leg and opened it to find morse code written inside.

The hand to hand combat expert took his time to decode the code and was overjoyed to see that he could finally use his skill in the battle zone.

The message was crisp and clear.

"Agents, Assemble."