‘Wanna smoke?’ Luwis asked handing tobacco towards me. I was really feeling tired of him.

‘Luwis, there was a clear fifteen inch notice outside of not smoking and I don’t smoke as for one thing. ‘I said.

‘Well that’s too bad.’ Simon said nonchalantly        

‘Why the hell is it bad?’ I asked startled.

‘You know I have seen in many movies that smoking helps man indulge in high profiles easily and now I look at you such a low poor geo-agent…’ He began and I looked at him fiercely which made him stop or I would have broken his jawline. Just then our boss Mr Harry lepton who is long stout firm man came into room and we all stood up. I began to read the conversation between those two.

Simon-‘Must have been quite expensive that exhaust fan?’

Luwis-Nope. Such things are better localised for getting that awful breath out of our neighbourhood old fat arse!

Simon-ah! Ha ya that fat lady miss glutton. I may have burst out of laughter but the look of seriousness on Mr lepton’s face was such that I dare not to laugh in such situation. In past time, whenever any big trouble had cropped then he always used to describe them using his family tags in it. Like he would first tell us about his numerous missions with his brother who died in last task in which he ever took part. Since then Mr lepton was more like a man in paperwork’s. But you know that it was not so bad. All were mad for chocolates and he gave us chocolates every day. Just kidding guys. Don’t take it serious. Note to those who took it as joke: take it serious next time so that I could say don’t take it serious. Hmm! Let’s get on so.

‘Whole five decades…whole five decades gone in waste.’ He said while moving friskily in the room

‘What are you taking about, sir?’ I asked.

‘See! New boy when I first joined SBSCC then I took up a case fifty years ago. It was a seemingly simple case in which a rich lay from Sheepshale was knocked out while two mans searched her house for jewellery. But the smart lad living close to them contacted police in time but as they were out in another duty for capitol chase in Liverpool, then I was sent to handle it. The robbers panicked and while running may have dropped the jewellery. Every agency that was present in 1960 searched for them but the rascals were never found. The lady said nothing about anything else stolen and henceforth this case was closed. But I was having unfair interest in this little apparent burglaries business so I continued my own search for them. And just few weeks after a house in Sussex was ransacked in same way. No one knew of that expect local police there and my spies. So I became suspicious that these were not just mere incidents. I was very dubious that these were being searched for some specific items like precious documents but since neither of the victims has said anything, there was no base on which I could have provided a reason for formulating my theory and it would have been just a coincidence to all. There was just like dead end. Nothing like this happened again and when it stopped, I might mention date to you all 2o March 1960. ‘

‘That is just one day before Sharpville massacre sir, isn’t it?’ I said.

‘Yes. The event occurred at police station in the South Africa township of Sharpville in Transvaal.’ He said.

‘Now known as Gauteng!’ I said thinking about what he was hitting on.

‘I must admit I am impressed, Bethel. More than 180 people were wounded and 69 died. Now of course UNESCO as for formality tagged it as International day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination. But we are not here to talk about that. All the people that died were among these wounded people were former state holders of British royalty. Now the only clue which was remaining or I should say leads are too gone.’

‘Those two: lady and gentlemen are killed, isn’t it?’ I said. He nodded his head.

‘Now what I want to show you by calling you three here is that I think these recent incidents happening now are someway or other way round connected to that early trail. Here see this newspaper report.

‘World banks refute to let crisis fall.’

While the Berlin deal recently granting the very safe passage to both the nations of United Kingdom and Belgium, it also paved the way for USA to take back the exemptions till now it was levying on these deal. The reduction in profits gained by European union through these small matters will affect the financial sustenance of world bank if continued for long time. However world bank waved aside such theories and said it is gonna be stabilized for at least another hundred year."

We all searched earth and sky for it but couldn’t find anything. In order to give us relaxation, we were granted leave. And so tomorrow I will go to Paris with those two jerks. I knew that once those two arrive, then it is gonna take two hours to leave. First they would come, sit at the table. Then Luwis would remove his boots as slow as it is possible for any human. Then Simon would do the same. The most damn irritating thing in all this is that none of them do at same time. If Simon starts unbooting, then Luwis would wait and if Luwis starts unbooting, then Simon would wait to do the same. They have to just waste time. So I decided to pack today itself. But packing was one of the few things in which I wouldn’t admit being skilled at. So I thought of working it smart way like I had seen in movies. I started by making a list. But then just as I had barely began, I received a call from Simon. ‘Hey pal! You know we are having our usual that kind of ruckus and so no we are all gonna be some banshee howler when we see that all have brought same idiotic stuff . You better come alonga. that’ll be great. You know then we three boies could plan together what to make of it.’

(Yup! His English is bad)

I answered back’ Great but we are not boys.. come on! Man! We are solid hard man.’ I put down the phone and sighed. Again long ride and then would have to carry almost everything coz I don’t know what to take. Seriously going on fun trip with friends too is not an easy business.

I was driving again with my music playing ‘Hey I wanna beat you! Beat you to death na!’ and I was like how in the world does such songs get popular but then again our world was mad and we all were the craze in it. Anyway I couldn’t do anything about it, could I ? so I just drove on. Now let’s be quick. I parked my car, threw a panda chocolate wrapper in dustbin, trod on an old man’ ankle, asked for his pardon , went to their house and knocked and I am now inside again sitting with hot cocoa cup in hand.

‘So you are here!’ Simon exhaled.

‘Yaks unless I am somewhere else.’ I said raising my eyes.

‘Where is your stuff?’ Luwis asked and then I almost choked that I must have forgotten them in my car trunk. Uhmm! Again walking. I opened the trunk and then got the biggest shock of my life. My stuff was gone. There was a sleeping kitten inside it. Jesus knows how? I searched all over acting as a fool sometimes looking like a suitcase size bag would have fallen in narrow drain. I was now pacing towards their house gloomy with hands in pocket and miserable expression of discontentment on my face. Just as I entered , I saw my bag at the doorstep and the uncontrollable loud laughing of those two filling the whole room. And that was the point I realize that it was again one of their mean tricks and I wanted to stab them right now.

Keep posted for next chapter. Coming soon.