#29

Perkins was having a drink at the counter of a bar. A stripper came near to the counter. Dyna was her name. She started tapping her fingers on the counter. She grabbed his attention who started leering at her. He kept his glass on the counter.

"You look tired. Shall I order you something?"

She looked at him.

"Well, thanks for asking gentlemen. Actually my shift is over and waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up. He has planned to take me to a dinner."

"Oh, your boyfriend."

"Well, I can leave his invitation if someone else can afford me for a night."

Perkins was driving his car. Dyna was sitting on the passenger seat. She caressed her finger over his side face. She started caressing his thighs.

She asked, "Are you enjoying my touch? I'll take you to the heaven tonight, baby."

She came closer to him and kissed on his cheek. They came to the hallway of a hotel and started smooching. Perkins made her to lean against the wall and started kissing on her chin, neck and then licked her cheeks. He stretched his left hand to the doorknob and opened the door. He pulled her in and closed the door. He lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed. He removed his jacket and threw it away. He held the hem of his T shirt. He was about to remove the T shirt when he heard a door knock.

"Damn, who the fuck is outside now?"

He went to the door. He held the handle and opened the door. Rubina was standing at the door with a covered tray in her hand.

He said, "I didn't order anything."

"Sorry, but you have to take it."

She dropped the tray and kicked him. She entered the room. She took out her gun which was embedded with a silencer. She shot him twice on his thighs. He groaned and fell on the ground. She came to him. He was panting while holding his thigh.

She said, "Thank you Dyna. Your boyfriend is waiting outside the hotel. You may go now."

Dyna hurriedly stepped off the bed and left the room.

She asked, "Remember me?"

"Wait a minute. You, you were with the guy that night."

"Do you even know his name? He was Rizwan. He was my fiance. You killed him."

"Well."

He panted. He crawled towards the bed and sat on the one.

"I really feel sorry for your loss. I beg for your forgiveness."

"You had no reason at all to kill him. You did it because he was a South Asian. You were deeply influenced by the words of Kyle Hopkins."

"Hopkins."

Perkins laughed.

He said, "So you have come here after three years to settle the score."

"Well, I am here because you are behind the murder of Carla Devins. She was a corporate attorney who was representing Blackstone Oil Corporation. You even killed the chairman of the corporation, Mr. Naushar Mehta."

"Do you think your words even make any sense?"

"After killing Veer and Nishtha in Munich you sent the two assassins behind Erik who was with me all the time."

"Do you really know who is behind all this?"

"Yusuf Rehman. He got Mr. Mehta killed in order to grab his position because of which he is now in a state to operate Brownfields under the cover of Blackstone."

He huffed. He stood up and walked towards her.

"You think you can really take down the Brownfields? You have no idea how vast this organisation is."

She pointed the gun at him.

"What you people are planning?"

"Does it all seem that simple to you? Is it how you are going to make this happen?"

"What do you mean?"

He held her gun and made her hand to put it down.

He said, "You can't stop this. It's written and it'll happen."

"What will happen?"

He smirked. She held the gun tightly with both of her hands. She took a step back and pointed at him.

She said, "Tell me Perkins, what's going to happen or within a second I won't think even once before putting the bullet into your head."

He chuckled.

"How silly you are? Didn't you understand anything? You can't stop this."

"You are making me loose my patience."

She put her finger on the trigger of the gun.

He said, "Okay."

She put her away from the trigger.

He continued, "I am going to tell you everything. Before that I want to take you somewhere."

"Where?"

"I want to let you meet someone."

"You are playing games again."

"Not this time. Just come with me."

A black SUV was parked outside at a distant away from a hotel. Fawad (in his late thirties) was sitting on the driver seat and was wearing a black cap on his head. He was keeping an eye on the entrance gate of the hotel. A car came out of the premises of the hotel. Fawad picked up a monocular and looked at the car. Nawaz was sitting at the backseat of the car. Fawad ignited his car and started driving. He immediately put an earpiece in his left ear.

He spoke, "Melissa, BB-8 has left the hotel. He is in a grey sedan. Do you copy?"

Nawaz's car entered into a tunnel. The driver drove the car over the spike strips  that were laid on the road. The car stopped after a couple of seconds. The driver came out of the car. He looked at the punctured tyres and started scratching his head. Nawaz came out of car. He had a look at the back tyre which was already punctured. He got his eye on the spike strips. He walked towards the thing.

He asked, "Didn't you see that?"

Before the driver could speak he was shot on his neck.

As he fell on the ground Nawaz saw Mellisa (in her early thirties) was standing with an assault rifle in her hand. Fawad stopped his SUV behind the sedan. Nawaz turned around to see him. Fawad stepped out of the SUV with his handgun.

Nawaz said, "Oh, I thought you guys must have forgotten me."

Fawad held his gun with both of his hands and pointed at him.

"BB-8, you have to come with us."

"I don't think I should."

"You have been recalled by the ISI. I am here to take you to the agency."

Nawaz turned to Mellisa and chuckled. He turned back to Fawad.

He said, "Let me tell you a thing dear. I am no more an asset of ISI."

"What are you saying?"

"I am saying what your ears are hearing. I am no more your BB-8."

"You are not authorised to choose your side. And who are you without us?"

"Red fox."

"Red fox (perplexed)? After all, who you are working for?"