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CHAPTER 3
"Raghav... already bachhon ki jaan khatre mein hain... mujhe bohot dar lag raha hai... aur tum yeh sab... Please Raghav... koi aur tareeka..." Trisha blabbered as she helped him with his jacket from behind.
"Trisha... relax... maine kaha naa kuch nahi hoga... We have leaked the news of releasing Shoaib... sab kuch vaise hi ho raha hai jaisa mai chahta hoon... and now my final plan will make everything good... trust me..." Raghav told as he cupped her cheek in his right palm. He had just revealed his combined plans to rescue their children as well as fail the mission of the terrorists.
"Mai nikal raha hoon... take care and sab kuch vaise hi karna jaise maine bataya tha... everything will be alright..." he assured her. Squeezing her hand one last time he rushed towards the door.
"Raghav..." she called making him turn around. The helplessness in her voice sliced his heart apart. Both knew that if a single thing goes wrong they can loose each other forever. But she knew Raghav had never in his life backed off from such situations and will never do it, especially when his kids safety was depended on it. There were thousands of other people too who will be snatched away from their close ones if he didn't go. Raghav looked at her, scared and drained but trying to be brave, he definitely couldn't have left her in that condition. He went towards her and cupping her face in between his palms, he kissed her. Trying to convey all his love, care and trust to her through that one gesture which he knew was probably the only thing that can provide her solace. She kissed his back assuring him that she trusted him. Moving apart after a few moments he mouthed a "Love you" before sprinting out of the room.
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"Kalmaa Shora supply ki is baar aapki baari hai..." were the words that caught the attention of Taaruf and he immediately turned around to the source of the voice. A tall and well built man dressed in a black kurta pyjama and checkered stole, face almost covered by the bushy beard. Walking a few steps towards the man he looked at him with still doubtful eyes. The man smirked a little as he uttered, "Assalamvalaikum bhaijaan... Main Arif..."
"Arif... humne suna tha ki use CBI ne hiraasat me le liye hai... to tum kaha se aaye..."
"Bhaijaan... aap aam khaaye.. gutliyon me kya rakha hai... vaise unhe chakma dekar chhutna mushkil tha par Al deena se training li hai... Yun zaaya toh nahi hone deta...bas nikal aaya waha se..." the man said earning a broad smirk from Taaruf. Forwarding his hand he shook hands with the man who supposedly introduced himself as Arif.
"Chalo phir... tumhe adde par le chale... kitni supply ki maang hai..." Taaruf asked.
"Hai to kaafi... vaise bhi ab Mission code black ke liye mai muh maangi keemat par Kalmaa Shora khareed lu.." Arif said a he started walking with Taaruf towards his car. Taaruf smiled an evil grin at that. He knew after the way CBI must have treated Arif, he would definitely want revenge.
Raghav heaved a sigh of relief. He quickly adjusted the fake beard plastered on his face and started moving behind Taaruf. Though the plan of disguising as Arif was extremely dangerous but he knew he had to if he wanted to finish this case without letting them harm any more innocent people. He had no other choice!! Now the next move was to get the Kalmaa Shora supply, that is the code word for the supply of Ammonium Nitrate in terrorism language, the most preferred ingredient for preparing highly destructive bombs, and get all the information regarding the stamping ground of the terrorists. Raghav with his thorough research and Arif's small info about him being one of the suppliers of raw material was a huge help to start the plan without letting Taaruf doubt him. Thankfully their plan was fool proof without any loopholes and was going smoothly by that time. Swati was ready to track the place with the microchip implant of an integrated circuit device. It was a transponder device encased in silicate glass and implanted in his upper arm. It was in his body hence almost non conspicuous to the jammers or anything that could reveal his identity. They still needed to make out what the "BLACK" in the code was. Swati after her research had told him that "BLACK" was a code mostly used for bomb missions in terrorism world and it might be the same here. But Raghav was sure that it was more to it than it seemed. He was sure that the surreptitious terrorists won't make such a feeble code for their mission which can be decoded just by some simple research.
Raghav took the passenger seat beside Taaruf as he started his van. Thankfully Arif had disclosed during the interrogation that he was the one to supply the raw material for bombs for this mission!!! Raghav had very intricately designed everything about the plan after that.
"Bhaijaan... Code black hai toh bohot keemti mission kyuki Shoaib ki rihaai is par tiki hui hai... par aap is mission me itni dilchaspi kyu dikha rahe hai..." Taaruf asked nonchalantly looking out of the window.
"Us Agent Raghav ne mere saath jis tarah ka sulook kiya hai... uske liye ab mai bhi uske dushmano me se ek hoon..." Raghav said making Taaruf smirk... a smirk that was telling that he us happy to meet another enemy of Raghav. After a few minutes they got down at Taaruf's garage and he handed him over a few white crystal packets which Raghav assumed to be the Kalmaa Shora supply.
The ride after was almost silent and after about 35 40 minutes they reached a small slum in a remote part located on the periphery of Alipur. Raghav very carefully took out a hanky from his pocket and as soon as Taaruf stopped the vehicle, without a warning, Raghav swiftly pressed the napkin soaked with a strong form of chloroform onto his face, making him unconscious in a span of a second. Somehow switching the seats and covering Taaruf's face with a scarf he made him sit like he was napping in the car and parking it at a safe distance from the area, he clambered down along with the supply and signalled Swati and Rajbir who sat in a car at a distance of a few yards from him. They came and wishing him luck took their place on the back seat of Taaruf's van. The actual plan had to start now. Raghav now moved towards the deserted somewhat under constructed building that looked like the den of the terrorists. He looked towards the sky for a second as if asking his almighty to help him rescue his children and save the city. He moved and rang the bell of the door. He had his fingers crossed because even if a single soul in the room knew how Arif looked, he was in danger. Though he knew that for safety sake sleeper cells usually don't make connections with the higher members until they need to do something big but still it was a risk until he meets them. He could make out there was a camera around the door to keep note of people coming so he masked his expressions to rigid like that of a member of their group. After a couple of rings an adolescent boy came and opened the door. Raghav looked at him and around. The room though a small one, looked neat and tidy as if it was very well looked after, quite contrary to the den of these people. He even doubted if he had come to the correct address or not.
"Who are you..." he asked. Raghav stopped the chain of his thoughts and gesturing a salaam he just uttered, "Kalmaa Shora..."
He knew nothing else would be needed to assure them of who he was.
"Andar aao..." he said and further continued, "Bhaijaan... aaiye..."
A few men in pathani suits emerged from in the room at the corner of the house. Raghav understood they would all hide and do their work inside while from the living room the place looked like a small apartment. The place had a few buildings in which only a couple of them were complete with basic facilities so it usually was deserted.
The people when checked the supply and finding it to be of absolutely fine quality, found no reason to doubt him. Raghav made up a story of snatching and pointing Raghav's gun on his wife and getting out of CBI and they could trust him. Raghav in his heart felt a little relieved after what can be called as a light year to him. His heart yearned fpr a glimpse of the kids but he dare not let it show on his face. The next thing about the plan was to extract the data from the laptop of Zunaid, who happened to be the head of the group at that time. Raghav knew the laptop would definitely provide them some clues and his doubt was concreted the way Zunaid had not let anyone else touch or even peek at the laptop.
As per their plan Raghav had to touch the bare gold metal of his finger rings to the chassis of the laptop to send the signals to Swati who was well prepared to extract data even from the slightest of the encryption keys he could send. Encryption is a type of security that converts data, programs, and other information into unreadable cipher. She had the suitable amplifier and digitizer ready to measure the electric potential that would fluctuate through the chassis of laptop in reference to the mains earth ground. Swati had asked him to just touch the chassis and the extraction of encryption keys and decryption would be done by her. Their planning was to attack on the computer and extract full decryption keys from laptop so that they can get all the data and then know about all their plans without even trying to literally touch their gadget.
Raghav took a seat on the adjacent couch and they all sat quiet basically behaving like strangers. They were one for a mission but they won't talk to each other much except about their plotting. It was the thumb rule and Raghav knew it. Establishing friendly connections in their world was a taboo. Raghav very much intentionally dropped the table weight off the table extracting their attention and mumbling a sorry he very slowly bent down to pick it. In the process he touched the back of his right palm on the back of the laptop placed on the table and kept his hand still to send the data signals to Swati who was downstairs, not far away. Very slowly picking and then keeping it back on the table Raghav smiled at Zunaid while his hand still in contact with the chassis. The gesture looked so casual that no one could doubt it. He very slowly took his hand off after touching the laptop for about a 15 seconds giving Swati enough time to absorb the keys. And now it was plan for step B.
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Swati had the webcam on on Rajbir's laptop while she in a lightning speed worked to decrypt the encrypted data keys. They had Trisha connected to them through the webcam and she was ready with the bomb squads, doctors, inspector Hari and force. Police force in civil dresses was already surrounding the whole area of Alipur and all was going extremely well according to their plans. A green signal by Swati and she would head for finishing this chapter of terrorism. Swati quickly decrypted the data and forwarded to Trisha.
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Trisha called the bomb squads immediately and ask them to leave for all the eight train junctions to defuse the bombs planted. Swati has decrypted the data and sent her the names of eight Delhi junctions. Railway junction being a public place was a good place for them to destroy the city, Trisha assumed the places to be where the more bombs could have been planted.
"Officers... you all have been informed of the places... now its all upto you how you do it... do your best and just lets finish this today!! All the very best..." Trisha uttered taking off her shades. They were on the outskirts of Alipur and were waiting for any signals from the team while doing their best to help them send the signals. Inspector Hari had been a huge help. He helped them with all the arrangement along with providing Trisha moral support.
The squad left immediately. Trisha though completely feeling deplorable inside, she knew she had to be strong... fpr the sake of her children, her Raghav and her country.
Feeling completely exhausted Trisha went in her car to sip on some water. She took hold of her phone and traced her fingers on the screen of her cell phone. The wallpaper of her phone was a picture of Raghav holding both the kids in each arm and the tots were giving their daddy a smacking kiss on the cheeks. It was clicked when they had gone on a picnic to imagica. She remembered how her children loved to spend time with their parents having all the fun in the world even at the slightest time they got from office. The picture so much resembled to the day when he had held both of them together for the first time in life, in the labour room after she delivered them. Her mind automatically wandered to that day. It had been one of the most tiring yet the most beautiful day of her life.
"Calm down sweetie... just relax.. see its about to come out..."
"Don't you dare ask me to calm down at this moment... its all because of you Raghav... itna dard sirf tumhari wajah se ho raha hai..." Trisha cried in a loud voice as Raghav tried to relax his heavily pregnant wife, who happened to be in labour past 29 hours. He looked at the doctor with an embarrassed face while she smiled and asked Trisha to push one last time. Trisha put all her life in that one push while her palm squeezed Raghav's palm so hard with her bails digging into his skin causing his knuckles to bleed a couple of drops. A blood curling scream left her mouth as the baby came out of her completely, telling everyone of its arrival by a loud wail.
"And the first one is here... Welcome to the world... Trisha you can relax for a while now before contractions for another one start hitting you..." The doctor said as she held out the baby and after cutting the umbilical chord, wrapped it in a white towel.
"Come Mr. Sinha... have a look at your beautiful son..." Raghav was still rooted on his place with her palm in his hand when the doctor came beside him and showed him his first born. The sheen of moisture blurred his vision and Trisha squeezed his hand in understanding.
He took it very very slowly into his arms as if the baby were made of fragile glass...He looked at with all the love shining in his eyes. He slowly bend and placed it on her chest while she closed her eyes for a second to hold her emotions. They were still admiring the baby when she felt a wave of contraction hit her and after about 20 minutes their daughter too arrived in their world completing it. Raghav and Trisha had never felt so ecstatic as they felt after holding their children. Raghav held them in each arm while an exhausted yet happy Trisha with her head on his shoulder gazed at the little beautiful wonders.
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The scenario in front of him blurred Raghav's vision. He had on the pretext of using the washroom was trying to search for some clue, when he spotted a room securely locked. With some intuition to get something there, he peeped in through the small keyhole. And what he saw was the drained, weak and deplorable condition of his kids. They were lying on the floor and it looked like they were half conscious. Raghav felt his blood boiling but he controlled himself. He had a feeling to get something else in the room too. An idea struck him and hence he went back to Zunaid.
"Bhaijaan.. maine waha room se awaazein suni... Raghav ke bachhe vahi par quaid hai kya..." he asked nonchalantly taking a seat on the couch.
"Kya..?? Khan jao aur dekho vo bachhe kya kar rahe hai... Arif tum saath chale jao... awaaz kaha se aai batana ise..." Zunaid ordered a member. He had come to trust Arif because of his equal hatred towards Raghav and that's what Raghav wanted.
Khan opened the door to the room and Raghav entered in. The kids were unconscious and lying on the floor. Raghav's heart badly wanted to gather them in his arms and kill those people who did this to his delicate children but he couldn't do much at that time.
"Yeh toh pade hai khaamoshi se..." Khan said making Raghav clench his fist and want to strangle him.
"Khan..." they heard Zunaid's voice. Khan hurried to him knowing Zunaid never liked to repeat anything.
"Janaab zara taala laga dena..." he said and rushed out. It seemed that God was on Raghav's side now. The way he got the keys, without any plan, He just uttered a small thanks to the almighty and gave in to the yearning to go to Rish and Reha. He caressed his children's head as a drop of tear fell from his lashes.
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"Mission Rihaai... HPB"
Bilaal
Laayith
Abdullah
Changez
Khan..." Trisha read the names that Swati send them some time later. She had got some names along with the junctions. Trisha, Bikram and Hari tried to decipher what the names hid behind them...
"Ek minute Hari... did you see the pattern of the initials of the names... B L A C K... Yes... this is the black we were decoding since so long... In members ka kuch bohot lena dena hai is se..." Trisha suddenly said.
"I think this is related to the 13 blasts they are planning... keep in mind ki hume sirf 8 Railway Junctions ke naam mile hai..." Hari added and Bikram agreed.
"Ho sakta hai vo 5 bombs inhe plant karne ho..." Bikram added.
"Ya phir inpar plant karne ho... HPB matlab Human Proxy Bombs... after 8 plants... ho sakta hai 5 bombs human bombs ho... its the only possibility I see... what's say?" Trisha said taking everyone by surprise by her deduction.
"My god Trisha... yes you are absolutely right...this looks to be the only possibility... jab vo apni jaan bhi le lenge toh Rishabh Reha and Raghav ko kaise..." Dr. Aarti expressed her fear.
"Guys we need to go now... Hari let's go... Ask squad and police force to come after... let's go!!" Trisha ordered and sat in her Innova. Now she would not let anything happen her family.
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"In bachhon ko Code black ke Human Proxy Bomb mission me khatm toh karna hi hai... par is se pehle tumhe toh khatm kar de Agent Raghav..." Zunaid's voice from behind him told Raghav the drama was over. Raghav had been trying to search their den for the decoding of word "black"
"Zunaid se gustakhi... achha nahi kiya Raghav tumne... maana tum hume chakma dekar andar chale aaye par jaoge kaise... Looks like you succeeded in your plan to come in on us after the leaking of Murtazaa's release... but how will you ho alive... actually it's good... apne bachhon ko piada hote hue dekha hoga... ab marte hue bhi dekh lena..." Zunaid said evilly.
"Human Proxy Bomb... matlab..."
"Bilkul sahi samjhe... Bilaal, Laayith, Abdullah, Changez, Khan... Yeh hai mere B L A C K soldiers... Delhi se badla... Hindustan de badla... Shoaib ko quaid karne ka badla... rihaai ho na ho... Aaj mission code black me tum, tumhaare bachhe, aur yeh saara ilaaka maara toh jayega..." Zunaid cut Raghav mid sentences while all the 5 terrorists came out wearing the heavy bomb jackets on their waists.
To be continued...
So here is the third chapter... Please tell me honestly how it came out!!!
Tried to inform in detail a few things and aspects of the terrorism world and ethical hacking!!
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