Back there at the police station, we were watching the news, on which reporters were lampooning the government about increasing crime rates in the suburbs, it was not about increasing crime rates, but it was about police encountering louts. The government assured that the police force is robust, and is taking care of it. As we were tracking every moment of the gangsters, we came to know that the consigliere of Mr., X, Y, and Z was coming to India, to take care of the business, and after that, the bosses would come to India. We were keeping track of it; the name of the consigliere was Mr. Jin. He was an LLB, and he was one of the lawyers in the Supreme Court, but as he had high ambitions, he took crooked ways to make money, and that was risqué. They had raunchy segments at house, as we saw them via our drone cameras, I guess, it was the best decision to take out Shabnam and her colleagues out of that hell, or else they would have borne the brunt. Shabnam and her colleagues were not in cahoots with them.

Mr. Jin visited their hideout, and he reported every incident to his Goddammed bosses, he was idiosyncratic. We were keeping track of their calls, the heavyweights were staying in Istanbul, Turkey. We were devising a plan to nab them, as their bosses would be visiting India in a few weeks, and the ruffians were searching for Shabnam and her colleagues, as they were afraid that they would be exposed. The bottom line is they were already exposed before we knew Shabnam and her colleagues, and we were already tracking them, However, we must keep Shabnam and her colleagues safe until we nab or encounter this loathsome bevvy for good. There would be a possibility that they would go for a drive-by, but the possibility can be ruled out for the movement. Shabnam has become brilliant in firing guns, as compared to her peers. This was a proud moment for me, I was proud of her.

The dismal moment of my life was about to knock on the doors.