The Rules Of Pursuit

4.Big Fat Liar

Yogesh Chakraborty buzzed the intercom, asking the reception to send Anwar, who appeared shortly.

"Till she boards the train, you will be her handler. See what she needs and get it done." Chakraborty told him.

"Please go with Anwar and tell him what you need." The state chief instructed me. I was confused, being dismissed like this. What train was I supposed to board? And what was I supposed to need?

Nevertheless I followed Anwar out of the interview room and into another glass cabin. This one was smaller. It had a desk at one side and two file cabinets. A smart TV hung on the wall opposite to the desk. Anwar took his seat behind the desk and motioned me to take the one across him.

"Congratulations kid, you have made it through stage III." He said in a bored tone. But my heart skipped quite a few beats.

"You are Fuuuuuucking kiiiiiiiding right." I blurted out.

"I don't kid, kid." He rolled his eyes.

"How old are you?" I asked abruptly and immediately regretted.

"None of your business." Anwar narrowed his eyes.

"No, I mean, you keep calling me kid, but you look hardly six to seven years older than me." I cursed myself once again for my over-wagging tongue. But Anwar didn't seem to mind though, cause his lips curved into a slight smile at my words.

"I don't call you a kid, because of your age. I call you a kid because of your lack of experience."

"So you too studied in the School of Espionage?" I asked him.

"Yes, mine was the first batch to graduate." He sighed.

"Hey do they have more people like me in this program?"

"You mean, paranoid, plump and pestering?" He snorted.

"I am not paranoid." I retorted "just this secrecy thing bugs me."

He sat up on his chair, "That reminds me, you are to leave for the school on the fifteenth day of the month after next, which is fifteenth of June. You shall board the train to Dehradun. One of our agents will receive you at Dehradun and from there you shall be transported to your college in Auli."

"And what am I to tell my parents." I was astonished by this sudden revelation.

"Cook up a story, and we will make it look true." He smirked.

"You said you don't kid." I ask carefully, "does that mean you can float a medical college in the same place where the College of Espionage is located?"

"Float?" Anwar scoffed, "Kid, we already have an engineering college, a law college and a management college near the College of Espionage. Why don't you choose one of them?"

"Because my parents want me to become a doctor." I muttered.

"Awww," Anwar mocked, "Fine we will open a medical college, but it will be private mind you."

"You will." I asked incredulously. "Dude how much revenue is assigned to the agency?"

"That is a question that shall forever be above your pay grade kid." He said with a lopsided smile.

"Hey, what about the medical examination?" It suddenly dawned to me that there was supposed to be a medical examination too.

"Kid there is no medical examination." Anwar chuckled, "We say that to make sure that the rejected candidates don't panic when we wipe out their memory."

"YOU WHAT?" I cried out in astonishment.

"Calm down," he hissed.

"How do you do that?"