That night was cold and dark, like every other night since the boy died.I had first seen him when he was a small baby, and I was eleven years old. The boy's father had been with me since my father died, he was like my elder brother. Because of his trust in my potential, I grew up to join one of the deadliest intelligence organisations of the world, and then became the head of DASD...Defense and Sabotage department, RAW.
It was the worst winter of the decade in India. Delhi was under snow, Shajanabad was under snow…Aurangbad was under snow. Now I was standing about a hundred kilometres from Aurangbad, in front of an old Haveli, that stood here since Mughal age.
I’d tracked down the bitch. I’d tracked down the bitch who had shot the boy in the chest, who had deposed me, and it took me three damned years. Do forgive me if you think I am being bleak, but right then, I was consumed by thoughts of revenge.
Outside, my body was cold, it was snowing like confetti in the devil’s parade, but inside, my mind was boiling like Chernobyl. The guards supposed to guard the Haveli were dead, their limp bodies torn apart by my fuming shotgun. The snow was a new colour, red. I dropped the shotgun, and then pulled back the chain of the kit bag I had.
I pulled out the custom modified AK12 with red dot sight and suppressor. The sixty round clip clicked into place, and I pulled off the safety, Click, the new 7.62 mm round was loaded, ready to blow apart any head to come in its way. Then I placed two .480 Taurus Bull revolvers in the holsters under my jacket. If all else fail, or if I felt like it, I always had the extensions of my hands, my knives.
I looked at the Haveli. Poor thing, its medieval architecture and calligraphic designs marred by the brand new security items such as heartbeat sensors, eyeball sensors and lasers that I could see with my special espionage shades that were otherwise invisible to the naked eye.
None of their security equipment could stop me, because I had come up with the exceptionally brilliant and suicidal idea of breaching the front door and shooting any Smart ass who decided to face me.
I set up the breaching charge and set my back to the wall beside it. “Breaching”, I said to no one in particular. I let off the charge and the door blew up. Poor little oaken door, you stood here for a longer time than I did, goodbye. Tossing in a flashbang, I shouldered the rifle.
My name is Kabir Sheikh Alam, and I will have my revenge.
Hope you like it, just WIP, criticism is absolutely welcome, could use some new ideas too.