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Mr. Shyam Mathur (in his early sixties) was locking his watch store. He held the handle of the shutter to slide it down when he was called.

"Mr. Mathur."

He looked on his right. Vihaan was standing under a light pole. The light was falling on his head.

"Vihaan."

Vihaan followed Shyam downstairs to a door. Shyam typed a password and then placed his thumb on the biometric sensor on the door. The scanner turned green. Shyam opened the door. A few suits were hanging inside the showcase of the room. There were wrist watches, glasses and keys displayed on the showcase of the walls. A table was kept in the middle of the room. There was a briefcase kept on the table. Shyam came to the either side of the table. He pushed the briefcase towards Vihaan. Vihaan inserted the key into the slot and unlocked the briefcase. He opened the briefcase which had a pair of glasses, a wrist watch, a retractable pen and a folded black suit. He picked up the glasses and wore them on his eyes. The inner side of the lenses scanned Shyam's face and his profile details appeared before Vihaan on the lenses.

He said, "Crazy!"

"The glasses will alert you if any Arclight agent is around you."

Shyam picked up the wrist watch and gave it to him. Vihaan took the wrist watch.

Shyam said, "Use the watch only when you are trapped."

Vihaan smiled.

Shyam picked up the pen.

"And, it's more than just a fountain pen."

Vihaan took the pen and pressed the button.

Shyam said, "Press it thrice continuously."

He pressed the button thrice. A needle came out of the tip of the pen. Shyam picked up the suit and kept it on the table.

"It's time you should wear the suit now."

Vihaan was standing in front of a mirror. He was wearing the suit. He fastened the wrist watch around his left wrist and wore the glasses. He came out of the room.

Shyam said, "Hmm. Elegant."

A boarding pass and a car key was kept on the table. Vihaan came to him who gave him the pass and the key.

"The cab is waiting outside."

Vihaan was sitting at the backseat of a moving cab. The cab arrived at the airport. He came out of the cab and walked towards the entrance. He entered the airport and drew out the boarding pass from the suit. He got his passport approved on the immigration counter by the airport employee. A few hours later, he was sitting at the middle row of the flight. Most of the passengers around him were sleeping. He got off his seat. He walked through the aisle and came near to the toilet. As he opened the door his neck was grabbed from his back by Toris (in his mid forties), a tall, bulky and bald man. Vihaan held his arm with both of his hands in order to let him loose his grip. He kicked on the door and pushed himself back. Toris got his back hit by the door of the other lavatory which made him to loose the grip and balance. Vihaan grabbed his neck. He took out the pen and pressed the button thrice. The needle appeared on the tip of the pen. He stapped the pen on Toris's chest. His hands started shivering, followed by his leg and then his whole body. He fell on the ground while shivering and then died eventually. He heard footsteps of someone approaching towards the toilet. He kept looking at the curtain for a while. He then looked at a dead Toris. He held his arm and lifted him up. He opened the toilet door and pushed him in. He took out Toris's phone from his the pocket of his trouser. He accessed the phone and placed the man's index finger on the fingerprint scanner of the phone.

The curtain was removed by an air hostess. Vihaan locked the door from outside.

The air hostess asked, "May I help you sir?"

"No. Well, thanks for asking. I am fine."

He corrected his suit and went back to his seat. He took Toris's phone out from the pocket under his suit. He went through the call logs of the phone.

Tevray was standing inside the appartment at the first floor of an old building in Ar Raqqah. He was on the call with Yusuf Rehman who was sitting at his desk. There was a laptop kept before him. He was looking at the screen which was displaying the images of two terrorists, Bashir Ahmed (in his early forties) and Bakar Ali (in his mid thirties).

Yusuf said, "I am going through their profiles right now. Bashir is impressive."

"Yup. He has a good record in several Western countries. From Metro station attack in Canada to Bakery blast in Spain, he has executed all of them without being noticed by anyone."

"Hmm."

"What's next? Shall I arrange them the tickets?"

Yusuf scratched his forehead.

"Well, you should get started."

"Hmm."

Yusuf hung up the call. Tevray made a call to Nasser.

"Nasser, Get both of them ready. Call me back once you are done."

Nawaz was sitting at the corner booth of a restaurant in Peiya, Cyprus. He was having evening meal with the spoon. His phone started ringing. He put his left hand into his pocket and took out his phone. He looked at the screen and attended the call.

"Hello."

Perkins was standing on the rooftop of a building gripping the railings tightly with his hands. Nawaz walked towards him and cleared his throat. Perkins looked at his left and nodded.

He said, "Come. Take a view of the city."

"Well."

Nawaz came near to the railings and put both of his hands into the either pockets of his trousers.

Perkins hummed.

"Preparations have been made. Al Qasim has given the names of the two hijackers. You will lead the operation."

Nawaz sighed.

"When it's going to start?"

"Viper Range will begin as soon as we receive a response from Morrisson."

Perkins turned to him. He took out a boarding pass from under his jacket and gave it to him.

He said, "You are leaving for Saint Petersburg tomorrow. You'll receive the further orders once you reach there."

Nawaz hummed.

Perkins asked, "Can I ask you something if you don't mind?"

"You can."

"Are they looking for you?"

"ISI? I don't know. Even if anyone of them is looking for me his life won't be spared if he finds me."

Perkins chuckled and tapped on his shoulder.