The banks of Ganges
Rudraprayag , Uttarakhand
India
5th july ,2013
20 : 45 hrs
The confluence of the three rivers..Alaknanda,,Mandakini and Bhagirathi...was not only beautiful...But deafening too...in the cool night air filled with tiny droplets of roaring river...the mist...and the shining lights of few buildings scattered here and there..the whole scene was magical!!!...any hiker's dream...so was it for Sunny AKA Suraj...he was soaking in all the experience...he had never been to India..and after hearing lot about how Bhagirathi is untamed river and that rafting here was one of the best in the world..he worked out two weeks of vacation..and now he was here...leaning on a half broken..railing looking over the confluence of muddy Alaknanda , calm Mandakini and roaring white froth of Bhagirathi..forming myriad pattern...not that one could see it in the darkness of night..behind him were steps..many..leading up to a high perched temple..there was no sign of any Humanity...saving few passing by monks..."Hey There!!!" he thought he heard someone close by...waited for a few seconds...as there was no sound..he mentally laughed at his imagination..and continued sight seeing...at first he thought its his imagination..as the river was roaring how could someone listen to anything OTHER than that??..."Hey There"...he heard it again..but only this time louder than the roar of the river..clear like clanking of bells..he turned around and peered into the darkness...on the opposite direction from where the voice had come..
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Dmitri doubled up on one of the huge boulders strewn all around making up the banks of a very noisy river...he did not know..where he was...or what he was doing there..but his well honed instincts..kept telling him..NOT to fall unconscious...as there was blood loss..he was soaked to the bones...it was damn freezing..and this general great weariness...his eyelids were drooping on its on accord..but the sever cold...made him shiver uncontrollably..but somehow he brought his head to bearing...slowly reached to his thigh holster..and took out a really sharp and mean looking Knife..or dagger??..well it was longer for knife and shorter for a dagger...having 2 sharp edges, on one side a sharp unbroken edge..and a serrated teeth like with wide gaps on the other.(Actually..it's THE legendary Damascus-knife breaker dagger one-of-its kind..thought lost on world.)..crudely with his left hand...he poked it in the raw wound.. on his right shoulder..scooped up the deeply lodged bullet...and flicked it such that it popped down on his side...all the while biting his tongue and inside of his cheeks to stop himself from crying out load in pain...(yes he was well trained..the most lethat assasin on this earth..and oh yeah he was very secretive too...his body was as if made of steel..still...he was a human..pain it did...)...now that the bullet was removed...he tried to locate it...which had fallen into a small depression on the rock near his head..he pocketed it...blood started pouring out copiously..so..he rummaged through his leather belt found a slim slit on the inside of his belt..and took out a pouch which miraculously wasn't wet..took at the dark powder...and unceremoniously dumped the whole of its content on his blood spurting wound..he lay there going through one of the WORST burning sensation EVER a man can endure..with not so much as a whimper outta his mouth..he was still disoriented a bit..and slightly dazed...but he had no time to go over mentally.. what actually happened...as a man in mid twenties having a digi-cam hanging around his neck strolled into sight...seeing as this being the only way he could get out of this situation..he propped his head in air a bit..called loudly..."Hey There!!". owing to the roaring river..but that man was not hearing him...he lay on sideways motionless for few seconds...regrouping his scattered physical energy..and bellowed loud.." HEY there !!"...finally he could manage to draw his attention..but he was looking in the wrong direction...still calm and composed to the present situation..Dmitri tried to look around him..and found a medium sized boulder near his foot..he put every ounce of his remaining strength into pushing it with both his legs..while trying to hold the one he is laying on for leverage and support..due to his intense training and well kept physic..he could shove the boulder just over the edge off the another boulder on which it was lying..the boulder fell down..mini dust cloud and rolled to some distance down on the oblique banks and fell in to the river with *plop* sound and making a medium splatter in water..seeing the rolling stone..Sunny followed the path to a man lying on a huge boulder..on his sideways..breathing heavily...after few moments of shock to pass...he ran to that man's aide..and checked him for his pulse...which was falling..underneath his neck..and laid his head on his chest to hear faint breathing..he cried out "Somebody help me!! call 911!! this man's is dying...Please somebody help!! " then he realized this ain't states and not certainly calling 911 was meaningful here..thankfully he acted sane..and lifted the man up barely..put his hands around his shoulders and propped him into a sitting position..then seeing him drenched to the core and almost unconscious he heaved the man..who although appeared muscular...was lighter for his Body mass ratio..this helped sunny a lot..cos he was not a super hero having supernatural strength.. to keep the man upright...it was dark plus rock strewn path..hence it was difficult for both men to reach some level footing...still sunny heaved the now unconscious man to the steps nearby which was thankfully lit...and laid him there...he bundled up His outer jacket to make an Impromptu pillow..and laid the hurt man's head...he ran back to his camping site nearby and brought the first aid kit..and he cleaned up Dmitri's facial wounds...he ran to the temple upstairs..and brought some help and now few people...carried the injured man to a healer's cave some distance ahead..
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Dmitri Korsak Ivanov was an assassin..not just any assassin But a learned assassin...tall...a Cold..silent...emotional unattached...lethal...loner...rude...yet very honest...strong...fast...Clever...secretive...mysterious...and ruthless efficient.. assassin...some one ...about whom nobody knows anything ...not even his employer...or contractor...he will never keep the payment IF he fails in his job..(which has never happened...) he doesn't leave any evidence behind...as he has the knowledge of loop holes in law...knows about the forensics...and also his medical knowledge is spot on...is well versed in 16 languages..is master of deception...someone whom..any of the FBI/CIA/KGB...and the likes would envy about...AND most importantly...he has had no relations...to tie him..which can be used as leverage against him...has an impressive track record of finishing the JOB...on the DOT...effortlessly...with no evidence whatsoever...he is risky...to be employed though...cos whenever he gets any contract on anyone...he does all the work...like getting details...finding a time to kill ...planning everything himself...hence don't like interference/orders from anyone not even employer...and he is tricky to approach too..cos although to the client it may look like he/she found him out...its actually Dmitri who "makes" the client find him..
you might find his resume interesting..but he is human after all!!...so he missed on his JOB for the first time..costing him a long detour not to say the wound..the precious time lost in the detour...and some unwanted spotlight...he could feel..things changing...on a massive scale around him...he was Correct again...
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after few hours the injured stranger woke up..found himself in a cave on a straw mat lighted with incense and oil earthen lamps...and dressed in a saffron dhoti...or rather more properly wrapped in one..a monk nearby who was deep in meditation...din't even open his eyes..when the stranger rummaged the small place..found his dagger kept in a niche in wall..and put on his still damp cloths...now that all his energy had come back...and finding his wounds not paining anymore..he left the protection of cave...(now ..normally people would expect a small chat or even thanks being uttered in these circumstances..but Our assassin was not a man of courtesies..in fact not used to any company of civilization..din't think twice before leaving abruptly...and so was our monk...who it looked like din't care about the wounded stranger..or the time of night)...sunny was still soundly asleep snoring a little...him being an assassin...it was his nature to kill anyone who Knew him..or see him...but he was sensible..and had common sense too...) but before leaving he lifted the head of sunny gently...and with his right hand forefinger and middle finger pressed at the nape of his neck...sharply...immediately his features relaxed as if sunny was knocked out of his senses...now that the only witness taken care off...Dmitri walked in the pitch black night purely with the help of his now-accustomed-to-dark-vision...faint moonlight ...and the sense of direction..taking clue from the nature around to find his way through the rocks bush and pebbles..
just before a hour or so to dawn..he made it to NH 58 (national highway connecting to Haridwar a holy city) ...walked a mile or so more...to a roadside Inn...called "Hotel Rudra"...and tapped the receptionist's Desk..a man sleeping with mouth wide agape..woke up with a start...and stared at the stranger who looked more like a homeless man ...than any customer..doubting that he could even afford a room in here..(although the Inn looked more like shabby rooms put together..still the caretaker felt proud of his place..often calling it his "raani"... queen) he asked "aapko kya chahiye?? kambra ya khana??" in the local language..there was no reaction from the stranger...so thinking that he was not clear before...the caretaker repeated himself in broken English.." you what ...wanting??...room..or .eating??" he coupled it with miming..making gestures..after what it seemed like eternity..the stranger at last spoke.. " Kuch nahi...Mr.blackwell ka koi parcel hey??" (although the language was NOT impeccable...he could pass of as a localite with his knowledge one of his weapon in his arsenal...which helped him go incognito during his "assignments")...
caretaker was perplexed and confused...and scratched his head a bit...and said.."bilaack...kaun?? oh bhaisaab...chadaakar aayeho kya?? chal fut yehaan se...najaane kahaan kahaan se aajaathe hein subhe subhe ..." he muttered on irritated...
Dmitri saw the clock behind on the wall ...and kept his be-gloved hand on the desk calmly with first down and open palm up..." green parcel...jo ...kal mila hoga..aapko.."...
Caretaker...was beyond irritation...first of all his business wasn't going well..top of that a beggar like man comes and "demand" things he doesn't know of..and honestly he was afraid of strangers..specifically looking homeless...and this man had some menacing feel about him...and fair skin..fairer than those ladies in fair-n-lovely add...and under all those exhausted look..he was looking beautiful...suddenly Caretaker was afraid of this man..cos he had heard his granny say of ghosts and..vetaals...so he fearing the worst gave a look at his legs..to check whether the stranger's legs were proper or turned...his legs looked good..assured now...his irritation came back.."aisa kuch nahi mila mai baap...ab yehaan se padharo!! " and he slammed his hands together above his head and closed his eyes..and went on muttering..." tum jaate ho ya hum police ko bulwaayein?? mujhe kuch nahi mila..kuch nahi pata...agar..saheb ne dekhli----" his monologue was lost on Dmitri...as he caught sight of a green colored parcel inside a half-opened draw in the cupboard next to the desk...he tried to reach from where he was...but the out dated TV and all other paraphernalia was not letting him do so...so he swiftly kept his left hand on desk and swing his entire body and jumped on the other side of the desk...took a step and retrieved the parcel which was 5 inch thick and was of A4 size...and on the same step swirled back put his right hand on the desk and swinged again to the other side of desk..in a lightening speed...and took a nearby dusty dust cloth hanging from desk..and shook it vigorously..the dust fell as a fine powder on the table...he took a cursory glance on the surface of the table..satisfied he said a short "thank you" to the caretaker ..who opened his eyes and looked up surprised... and a "sorry" as his arm elbow collided with a earthen pot filled with water kept on the opposite end of TV on the desk.. "mujhse galati hogayi...maaf karo..." but before the caretaker could say something...everything happened so fast..the earthen pot broke and inundated the small desk with water..making te caretaker step back a little and most bizarre was the stranger left the inn in a blink of an eye...before the water could hit ground...
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