Captain Khalid Rahmani, one of R&AW's finest, is dead to the world. Another soldier who sacrificed himself for his people. Little did they know that nothing is how it appears to be.
He's still alive, albeit with an alternative name and a new persona...
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{𝑨𝒔𝒌 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒕 𝑰𝒔 𝑴𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔} ~
Kabir had been sitting in the car for hours, he could feel the cramps already forming in the muscles of his legs. Nothing of interest had happened so far except for the usual loading/unloading process of boxes and crates, he started to doubt if the information about that place were correct.
The message he received specified that a huge weapon trading operation would take place at that exact location. He wasn't there to stop it, he only wanted to make sure that the intel was right and try to get solid evidence about it, there were others to take care of stopping the trading process once they have his confirmation.
A blink later, the scene suddenly changed. There was a fuss, mixed voices, and people going in and out of the building. Something was up.
"Some fun, finally," he talked to himself as he raised his telescope again, he could see men carrying weapons, shouting orders at the others who started running left and right, part of them began to load parked trucks with boxes, they were different from the large ones they unloaded a while ago as they were smaller and seemingly heavier, another part roamed the area, scanning every meter of it.
Kabir thought about aborting the investigation job this time, but curiosity kept jabbing his brain. Observing the events before him with intense concentration he saw some guards running toward one side as if they were chasing someone, that was when a scream cut through the confusing atmosphere.
A guard was down. Obviously, he was thrown out of the window of the fourth floor as he laid motionless with pieces of glass shattered around him.
Looking up through his telescope, Kabir glimpsed a ghost of a man in a black hood before disappearing off the view.
"There you are," he smirked, that guy was here again, he idly wondered if he was following him instead of taking care of the gang, he always appeared to be in the same place where he would be.
Shooting noises erupted inside the building, Kabir saw one of the trucks leaving the site as it was loaded with the small, strange boxes and a few guards. The others were busy finding the man in the hood.
He wanted to stay and see if he could get any visual verification of that hooded guy's identity, but the situation started to get more complicated and he didn't want to hazard the whole mission for the sake of quenching the thirst of his inquisitiveness, he would have time for that later. Safety first.
Starting the engine, Kabir steered the car to get it out of the narrow alleyway he almost trapped himself in and take off, but he made a mistake by not checking the road behind him. There were two black cars blocking the way.
"Great, it can't get any better," he scoffed as he calculated his possibilities of escaping without being noticed, when the result came valueless, he was left with nothing but the option of driving through the alleyways in the hope to find an open one leading to the main street and praying that he would not get caught in the process.
