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Nawaz was sitting at the table in Jules Verne, a restaurant at the second floor of the Eiffel Tower. He was having chicken fry with a fork in his hand. His phone rang. The phone was kept on the table. He picked the phone and attended the call.

Ashfaq said, " Reaper has been deployed. "

Nawaz was standing on the summit of the tower carrying binoculars placed before his eye. The MQ-9 Reaper drone was flying scanning the target through its lenses. The drone appeared behind the convoy. The pilot, while flying the helicopter got his sight on the drone.

He spoke, " Birdeye - zero - zero - one. There is a suspicious object in the air moving towards the convoy. "

Sarika got the message through the radio. She turned back and saw the drone which was approaching towards the convoy in the air.

She yelled, " Speed up the car. "

The driver was about to accelerate when the drone locked the target on its own and fired the missile. Sarika opened the door and jumped off the car before the missile hit the vehicle. The force of the blast lifted the car off the ground and hurled it sideways. An injured Sarika couldn't do anything except watching the car burning into flames. She looked at the drone which was blasted by the missile launched by the helicopter pilot.

Canvey Island, Essex: Mr. Naushar Mehta,  (in his early fifties), Chairman of  the Blackstone Oil Corporation used to reside at a villa on the island. Naushar was at the first floor of the villa. He was wearing the night suit and was standing at the balcony having cigarette. He looked down at the swimming pool where he saw his Irish wife, Jenna (in her mid thirties) was having sunbath in the pool. She waved his hand at her who replied him with a wave and a flying kiss. A telephone began to rang which was kept on the table at the living room. Naushar came to the phone and attended the call.

" Hello. "

Erik said, " Mr. Mehta? "

" Yes, I am speaking. Who is there? "

" Mr. Mehta, I want to tell you something about your company. "

" What do you want to tell me? And who are you? "

" I want to tell you about Brownfields. "

" Brownfields? What's that? "

Hasan said, " Mr. Mehta. "

Naushar turned around and saw Hasan who was walking towards him followed by Perkins.

" Who are you? "

Hasan stopped at him.

" I have been sent by Mr. Yusuf Rehman to deliver you a message. "

" What message? "

" That Mr. Rehman is going to be the new chairman of the Blackstone. "

" What? When did the board take the decision? "

" They will have to take the one. "

Erik said, " Mr. Mehta, are you listening? "

Before Naushar could speak anything Perkins took out his silence embedded pistol and shot him on his chest. He fell down on the ground and died. The telephone handset was hanging from the table when Hasan and Perkins were leaving the room.

Perkins was driving the car and Hasan was sitting on the passenger seat.

Perkins said, " The Paris operation was successfull. Red Fox turned out to be a dab hand at the work. "

A slight smile appeared on Hasan's face after hearing the appreciation for Nawaz.

A television screen was displaying a live news of the Indian Prime Minister addressing the nation about the demise of the CDS Vivek Chauhan. The news was headlined as 'INDIAN PM HELDS THE CONFERENCE AT PMO TO ADDRESS THE NATION ABOUT THE TRAGIC DEMISE OF CDS VIVEK CHAUHAN AND HIS WIFE.' Sarika was sitting at the edge of the bed facing the television screen. A bandage was applied on the right side of her waist where she had suffered injuries. The doorbell rang. She picked up her pistol and headed towards the door hiding the pistol behind her back. She opened the door where Chetan (in his early thirties) was standing outside. He was carrying a brown envelope. She allowed him to enter the room. She shut the door after he came in. He saw the news on television.

He said, " You should better not watch this. "

He gave the envelope to her. She tore the one and sat on the bed. She took out a passport and kept it beside her.

" What's this for? "

She took out a boarding pass and then a bundle of cash. She looked at him.

" Chetan, why did you bring this stuff for me? "

" So that you can get yourself out of Paris safely. "

" Why would I leave? "

" Because they are blaming security agencies for the failure. People in the embassy are planning to take action against you. They are saying that you knew about the threat but didn't inform the embassy. "

" Let them do whatever they want. I am not going anywhere. "

Chetan gave a palms up gesture.

" Whatever. I was here to warn you. "

Chetan walked out of the room. Sarika's phone rang. She picked up the phone from the table and attended the call and went near to the window.

" Hello. "

She pushed her hair fringe behind her left ear.

Sarika was waiting while standing at the street and was having milkshake in a small sized bottle. She was wearing a bomber jacket and a pair of goggles. She had her hair tied as a ponytail. A car stopped at her. Inspector Chloe (in her late thirties) was at the driver's seat in her uniform. Sarika opened the door and sat on the passenger seat. Chloe geared up and drove away the car.

Sarika asked, " Why was she imprisoned? "

" When she was in relationship with Gosef, he used to enforce her to work for him as a drug peddler. She was sentenced twice for her crime. She ended her relationship after her release from the prison. "

Chloe stopped the car at a bakery which was located at the middle of the town. She came out of the car. Sarika came out of car and removed her goggles and looked at the name of the bakery above the one. Chloe pushed the door and entered the shop followed by Sarika. The bakery had a variety of cakes, cupcakes, muffins and chocolates. A fifty near female owner came to them.

She asked them sweetly, " How may I help you mam? "

Sarika got her eye on a shelf having different flavours of cakes.

" I am impressed by the variety they have here. "

The owner said, " I can help you out in opting out the best one for you. Well, what's the occasion, birthday, anniversary or a random house party. "

Chloe said, " I appreciate your effort towards your job mam but we are actually here for Valerie. "

The owner paused for a couple of seconds.

" Oh. "