"So you're telling us that the rogue just left and that an innocent Israeli girl is in the hands of Bakhtiyar and all of us have to go to Poland?" Bipin asked as the team had been shocked after hearing Victor's tale.
"Yes."
"Pack your bags, agents. We have a terrorist and a rogue to catch."
—x—
Poland;
Bakhtiyar had not seen his mother for the past 28 years but still was going to attend the old woman's funeral.
Just outside the cemetery garden, Bakhtiyar bought assorted flowers. Dressed formally, changed name, shaved beard, fake specs, rings removed, there was no chance anyone could catch him today.
Nakul was tapped into the flower shops security cameras after he had got to know that Bakhtiyar was attending a funeral there.
None of them had seen Bakhtiyar before, so it was always going to be a challenge finding him in a big crowd. In a vanity van just outside the garden, he was carefully monitoring each person in the crowd hoping to find a face that somehow resembled Bakhtiyar.
Suddenly Nakul stopped the security camera footage at a particular moment and screamed: "GOT IT!"
He took out his Gun and rushed into the funeral, kind of spoiling the mood and the reason for the gathering.
"Everyone on their knees, NOW." Nakul bellowed, shooting one bullet up in the sky.
"There is a very dangerous terrorist present here today." Nakul started speaking as everyone in the crowd fell to their knees and put their hands behind their heads.
Bakhtiyar followed suit and didn't flinch even a bit so he could plead guilty in the court.
"How does it feel to be on your knees, helpless, huh?" Nakul said staring straight into Bakhtiyar's eyes. Bakhtiyar remained silent.
"Remember the ISRO attack? A total fail huh?" Nakul continued to mock Bakhtiyar, tempt him, trying to get confirmation and proof of the fact that he was indeed Bakhtiyar.
Again, he was treated by the silent treatment.
At that moment, Bipin and the other Four members entered the park running, weapons drawn.
"Do you know how I recognised you?"
Bakhtiyar remained mum.
Nakul bent down and stared in Bakhtiyar's eyes.
"It was the flowers. We Indians, or rather, Asians prefer to hold the flowers at the stock, the flowers facing the sky. However, here in Eastern Europe, they hold the flowers from the stalk, the flowers facing the ground and their back as they walk."
At that moment, Bakhtiyar spit on Nakul's face.
"I've never been this flattered in my life, Bakhtiyar Ahmed," Nakul said wiping it off as Victor handcuffed Bakhtiyar.
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WA&R
Mystery / ThrillerRA&W. The Indian Intelligence is under threat and Bipin, Head of the Research and Analytics Wing (R&AW) who is on the verge of retirement is convinced there was more to 16 year old case than appears when the rest of the nation isn't. Going with his...
