Prakash Kedia

I was running down the stairway of the jail. I dashed down the stairs and turned left on the last floor. I ran out of the jail, thinking about the conversation between Richa and me which happened a few seconds ago.

“Prakash,” Richa said with a sense of urgency. “Go inform about this as soon as possible to Inspector Khandelwal.”

“Bu-But, Richa, it’s seven and the sun has also set. Will you be able to go home alone?”

“Yeah, just some more prisoners for today, and then the list will be complete. Don’t worry about me; I can go home by hiring an auto.”

“O-Okay,” I nodded and started rushing towards him.

“I hope he’s at the HQ,” I thought as I exited the Jail and ran towards the parking lot. My car was parked beside the blue entrance gate of the jail. I took out the keys of the car, quickly jerked it into the car lock, twisted it and opened the door. Then, I opened the door and sat in hurriedly. “It’s near home-time at the HQ,” I thought as I twisted the keys at the knob and the engine started. Then, I hurriedly pushed the accelerator and drove the car.

After some ten minutes, I found myself running down the gate of the HQ and entering the hall. I turned towards the stairs and saw Kartik going down at the basement. I smiled a bit; I was happy he was still here. I bent down a bit because I was too exhausted by the running to even stand still. Then, after some seconds, I got up again and walked towards the basement after him. I was advancing down the stairs when I found him walking with a middle-aged security guard with some files in his hands.

Kartik Khandelwal

“No one would follow me at this time down here,” I was thinking when I moved down the stairs at the basement. I was walking down as I saw Ayush walking up with a yellow folder in his hands. He looked upwards and said, “Oh, sir, good that you’re here.” We walked towards each other as he told me, “Sir, in my hands is the record of Mr. Vivek Virohan and the ones who talk with on like everyday basis. Their names are Mr. Saurav Saiwala and Mr. Anuj Ahuja. The three are very good friends, and… and they, you know, even solve almost ninety-nine percent of cases together.”

I scratched my chin and thought, “Mr. Vivek is that man who lost his pistol, and Mr. Saurav and Mr. Anuj are his associates. These three are the moles from The Suiciders. If any one of them is proven true, then it’d a big catch for us.” I shook his hand and said, “Thanks a lot, Mr. Kumble.”

“Argh, it’s no big deal, sir,” He replied while scratching his head. “Officers do come here asking for information. It’s like an everyday business now.”

I smiled, turned back and saw Prakash glaring at us. “Wait, does it mean that there’re moles in Delhi Police?!”

“I…” I was speechless. I thought, “What the hell is he doing here?” But, I tried to calm him down. “Ssh!” I told him to be quiet. “Just speak slowly.”

“O-Okay,” He replied quietly. “But, are there really moles in DPHQ?”

I walked upwards towards him and held him by keeping my arm on his neck. He turned back as I whispered in his ears, “See, Prakash, don’t leak this information to others, okay? Moreover, when everyone will be done with their assignments, I’ll tell them myself. Just don’t leak this information outside our group.”

“How many others know about this? And, how many moles are here in DPHQ?” He asked.

“See, it’s only you, me, that security guard and Ms. Yashika Malhotra. And, we’ve three suspects, but no proof still now. And you know what,” I told him directly into his ears as we reached the ground floor, “… the murderer in the viral video is one of those moles who work at DPHQ.”

Manuel Levi

“So, what did you mean by that ‘news-updater’?” I asked her as I took out my ear-plug from my ear.

She replied, “Well, I was about to tell my sub-group together tomorrow, but I guess you’re the lucky one to hear it before them.” She stood up from the ground on where we sat, and then continued, “Well, The Murdered Faction is gonna do something sane this time.”

“What?” I asked. “What sane thing?”

“They’re gonna attack the city.”

“What?!” I stood up, with my eyes open in shock.

“Yes, the faction is divided into some two-three groups, who’re gonna attack at different places and conduct the greatest attacks of terrorism in New Delhi.”

She walked towards the window and I followed her. “But, we were against the fighting thing, right?”

“Yes, we were,” She was lost looking outside the window. “But, it’s the right time to use it.”

“We want freedom, and what would we do of freedom if we’re gonna go to jail no matter what for having innocent people’s blood in our hand?”

“This time,” She replied, “The leader has decided to take measure to expose TES, rather than--”

“Violence ain’t an answer, and you, this faction, were the ones to teach me that.”

“I remember it all,” She said. “I remember how we used to persuade each one of them to join hands with us to be free. But, we have to take out this step because the police are still taking this organization lightly.”

I sighed. I was convinced that we needed to take this step. “At last, our victory is this organization’s failure.”

“Yes,” Kritika said. Then, she turned at me and said, “Don’t worry, Levi, I’ve told him not to do any unnecessary kills. No innocent lives will be taken.”

“Okay,” I nodded and turned backward towards the door. I walked past the laptop which was on the ground and exited the room. “I still can’t think we’re gonna have innocent blood on our hands soon,” I thought as I walked out of the room.

Kartik Khandelwal

“By the way,” Prakash said as we walked out of the building towards the parking lot. “I wanted to tell you something.”

“What?” I asked casually.

“Well, you know, there was this prisoner when we were interrogating at the jail…” Now, I turned serious, and I’m sure he must have noticed that by my changed facial expressions.

“Did you get a clue?”

“H-He said he wants to talk to you tomorrow at six.”

“S-So he told you nothing?”

“No,” He replied. “Strange, right?”