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Tevray got off the bed. Nishtha looked at his back while he was wearing the condom facing away from her. She stood on the bed with her hands and knees on the bed. Tevray got off the bed and came behind her. There was a handmark on the right side of her ass as if he used to spank her during sex. He kneeled down to her and kissed on her ass. He then grabbed her waist and kissed there too. He rubbed her right ass with his hand and spanked it hard. She moaned. He spanked on her ass again which made her to moan loudly.

He said, " They way you make these sounds make me hard. "

He grabbed her thong. He was about to remove the thong when he felt uneasiness in the left side of his chest. He gasped and held his chest. He began to cough. Nishtha looked at him. He fell on the ground and collapsed. Nishtha sat on the bed and looked at a fallen Tevray. She went to the living room. She took out Tevray's laptop from his office bag. She turned on the laptop and inserted a flash drive into the slot.

Vihaan used to live in a 3BHK flat at the second floor of a five storey building which was built inside the premises of a housing society, 'MOONLIGHT HOUSING AVENUE'. The housing society was spread over a large area as it had a dozen of homogeneous five storey buildings, duplexes and a few people used to live in three storey apartments. The society was adorned with beautiful gardens, playground and a serene central water fountain. It was late evening when Vihaan was sitting at the table in his living room with his laptop. He was scrolling over a list of songs in playlist. An hour later, Vihaan was inside a retail store. He was walking through the aisle of the store while carrying a basket in his hand. The basket had a packet of bread, a small tray of eggs, a tetra pack of one litre milk. He went to the men's accessories section from where he picked up three razor blades and a shaving gel. He went to the billing counter of the store. He kept the basket on the table. The biller calculated the bill and gave him the slip after tearing it from the machine. Vihaan placed his phone before the quick response code of the counter and made a cashless payment. He came out of the store with the paper bag in his hand containing his purchased items.

Vihaan was in the kitchen when he kept two eggs in a container half filled with water. The television which was mounted on the wall in his living room was broadcasting a live telecast of a cricket match of India and England. The boiled eggs were kept on a plate in the kitchen. Vihaan cut each egg into two pieces with a knife. He picked up a salt holder and sprinkled some salt on the eggs. He came to the living room with the plate having eggs in one hand and a cup of milk on the other one. He kept the plate and cup on the dining table.

Nawaz washed his hands in the washbasin at Hasan's house which was a three BHK building built in a residential colony. He wiped the hand from the towel which was hanging by the basin. He looked at the mirror and combed his hair with his bare hand. He walked away from the basin. Hasan entered his code on the safelock which was kept at a corner of his study. He unlocked the safe. He drew a faded brown coloured file out of the safe. He turned to Nawaz. He walked to him and and turned the file towards him. Nawaz took the file and read the word, 'BROWNFIELDS' which was written in bold red coloured font with an underline on the front cover of the file. He opened the file. The first page had his own old black and white photograph at the right corner with a few details of his identity.

He said, " My entire career in ISI has been mentioned in this file. "

He came across a word, 'RED FOX' on the page.

" They used to call me BB-8 in ISI. What is Red Fox? "

Hasan chuckled and went to the wine rack which was mounted on the wall. He took out a bottle of wine along with with two glasses. He kept the glasses on the table and began to pour the wine into them one by one.

He said, " Red Fox is your new identity. "

Hasan closed the bottle. He picked up the glasses and turned to him. He began to step towards him.

He said, " You are no more BB-8. Your days of spying for ISI are over now. "

He gave one glass to Nawaz who took the one.

Nawaz said, " ISI won't agree even if I accept what you are telling me to do. "

" They don't need to agree. You don't have to leave them. You just have to fake your death. Brownfields will take care of the rest. "

Nawaz nodded.

" I understand. "

" One week. And then Red Fox will be activated. I am going to Lyon next week to crack a deal on the behalf of BROWNFIELDS. "

A journalist, Erik Stewart (in his mid thirties) was sitting at a table of a restaurant which was built near the Munich International Airport. He was carrying a side bag. He was sitting with both of his elbows on table and holding his palms together. A waiter came to him and kept a plate before him having a cup of tea. Veer (in his late thirties) opened the door and entered the restaurant. He came to Erik's table. He pulled a chair and sat before him. Before speaking any word to Erik, Veer looked around at the visitors.

Erik said, " Don't worry, there ain't many people. "

" I guess so. But we have to be careful. There agents can be anywhere around us. "

" Have you brought the thing? "