An excerpt from - R.I.P. – by Mukul Deva
checked his watch. Twenty past midnight. It was almost as though
his watch was on speed. Wasn’t that always the case when on a
the next twenty-three hours and forty minutes one of his targets
would be dead. Possibly less. The RIP message had said within
twenty-four hours… hadn’t
re-opened the mail and read the RIP threat again.
Nice name. Raghav’s lips twisted into a bemused smile. Very
appropriate… considering they were trying to make a lot of
people rest in peace. The ones whom they’d killed at least. The
ones still alive, but in their gun sights, were certainly not
getting any peace. He was unable to stop the laugh. Whoever had thought it up, definitely had a sense of humour. Wacky? So
army! Yeah, the acronym was very army… like the damn code words
and nicknames they used to select. Unwittingly memory swept
him back… back to the day he’d joined his unit.
on Raghav. Hurry up.’ The senior subaltern was yelling at him as
he rushed to knot the tie. ‘We’re late. If Virgin reaches the mess
before us, we’re screwed.’
Who’s that, sir?’ Raghav asked as he ran out, pulling up his tie
and settling his coat. Together they began to half jog towards the
mess where his dining in dinner was about to commence.
The Old Man of course.’
knew that old man referred to their commanding officer.
do we call him that sir?’
find out soon enough.’ The senior subaltern replied grimly. ‘He’s
such a perfect cunt.’
time Raghav’s peal of laughter surprised his driver. It also
returned Raghav back to the grim reality of the fast fading night.
His smile died away as a renewed sense of urgency assailed him. He
knew the ops clock was ticking real fast. There was much to be
dozen men. Let’s start with that and hope for the best.
with the decision he pulled out his mobile and began to call a
series of numbers. By the time the car pulled up outside the
Satbari farmhouse he was done. Including the three Ratnakar had
recruited Raghav now had eleven men on tap; eight converging to
Delhi and three reporting to Ratnakar in Pune.
even dozen, including him. Satisfied he finally put away the phone
as the car turned off the road and hit the dirt track leading off
to the farm.
to set up the command post and start planning the deployment. They
had some targets to secure. And some more to hunt down.
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