A TALK
Same day, Afternoon.
At Raj Kumar Patel's house.
Ali and Mr. Patel were down, in Mr. Patel's basement. Mr. Patel assigned him a work, to get detailed information about the Rameez and the fifty students. For the last few days, Ali has been working on his assignment and he dug up some valuable informations.
Ali and Mr. Patel sat on the same side of a table. There were two glasses kept in front of them, one had whiskey and the other had orange juice.
'Rameez is in Sri Lanka. He went there to do some last minute preparations for his league, ' said Ali, by looking at a pocket diary he was holding on his right hand.
The room became silent. Mr. Patel stared at the wall for few seconds.
'So, what about those burgundy people?' asked Mr. Patel, by playing with the galss of whiskey.
Ali turned the pages of his diary.
'Victor is currently one among the eight aces and, a local thug Arthur is helping him.' said Ali.
Ali took a sip if the orange juice.
'There are four groups in this hunt. We, the wolves, Sha and someone who is pretending to be a wolf, ' said Ali.
Mr.Patel drank the whiskey in one gulp and quickly made anothet drink. He poured orange juice in to the half empty glass of Ali.
'Who is Sha and the other one?' asked Mr. Patel
'Sharun works for Rameez, he is more like his partner and there was a murder attempt on him. Sone spanish speack guy tried to kill him and that guy had that wolves tattoo, ' said Ali.
'So, what is the plan? How are we going to deal with them?' asked Mr. Patel.
'Information and patience. We need to get as much information as we can and we need to wait for the perfect to strike, ' said Ali.
Ali drank his juice.
'Sounds easy when talking.' said Mr. Patel
Mr. Patel cont'd 'The more we wait, the more will be our kill count. You already killed that officer and his family.'
Ali gave a tight lipped smile.
'Yeah.' Ali agreed with Mr. Patel.
'Maybe it's time for us to show our presence to the others, ' said Whiskey.
Someone knocked the doors. Mr. Patel finished his drink and went to open the the door.
When Mr. Patel opened the door, his secretary was standing in front if him, holding a red file. They had a big conversation which was inaudible for Ali. But from their actions, Ali understood that they were having a fight.
Once their conversation was over, Mr. Patel followed his secretary by leaving the basement doors open. Ali took the orang juice's bottle and left the room.
At Raj Kumar Patel's house.
Ali and Mr. Patel were down, in Mr. Patel's basement. Mr. Patel assigned him a work, to get detailed information about the Rameez and the fifty students. For the last few days, Ali has been working on his assignment and he dug up some valuable informations.
Ali and Mr. Patel sat on the same side of a table. There were two glasses kept in front of them, one had whiskey and the other had orange juice.
'Rameez is in Sri Lanka. He went there to do some last minute preparations for his league, ' said Ali, by looking at a pocket diary he was holding on his right hand.
The room became silent. Mr. Patel stared at the wall for few seconds.
'So, what about those burgundy people?' asked Mr. Patel, by playing with the galss of whiskey.
Ali turned the pages of his diary.
'Victor is currently one among the eight aces and, a local thug Arthur is helping him.' said Ali.
Ali took a sip if the orange juice.
'There are four groups in this hunt. We, the wolves, Sha and someone who is pretending to be a wolf, ' said Ali.
Mr.Patel drank the whiskey in one gulp and quickly made anothet drink. He poured orange juice in to the half empty glass of Ali.
'Who is Sha and the other one?' asked Mr. Patel
'Sharun works for Rameez, he is more like his partner and there was a murder attempt on him. Sone spanish speack guy tried to kill him and that guy had that wolves tattoo, ' said Ali.
'So, what is the plan? How are we going to deal with them?' asked Mr. Patel.
'Information and patience. We need to get as much information as we can and we need to wait for the perfect to strike, ' said Ali.
Ali drank his juice.
'Sounds easy when talking.' said Mr. Patel
Mr. Patel cont'd 'The more we wait, the more will be our kill count. You already killed that officer and his family.'
Ali gave a tight lipped smile.
'Yeah.' Ali agreed with Mr. Patel.
'Maybe it's time for us to show our presence to the others, ' said Whiskey.
Someone knocked the doors. Mr. Patel finished his drink and went to open the the door.
When Mr. Patel opened the door, his secretary was standing in front if him, holding a red file. They had a big conversation which was inaudible for Ali. But from their actions, Ali understood that they were having a fight.
Once their conversation was over, Mr. Patel followed his secretary by leaving the basement doors open. Ali took the orang juice's bottle and left the room.
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