Prologue:

Karachi, Monday.

“I don’t have the luxury of time. I need to act fast. I must say fast “may” not be enough for the situation I am in now. I need to act super fast. But…… the first thing of the training taught me is “THINK” think before acting. Thinking means time spending, which right now I don’t have much, may be not at all. So I have to think quick and act.” These thoughts passed in a flash to Khan’s mind. There is not much to think, in fact he have only two options as per now. The ATS agents are just few yards behind him. “I shouldn’t have taken this passage” he thought. There is no turning back. It’s a narrow pass way between two huge apartments. He has to move forward as he doing since few seconds. But the only problem in keep moving forward is that local Pakistani police squad is waiting for him at the end of this pass way. He is damn sure about it.

“I am going to be get caught and arrested for sure. I have to decide by whom.” If ATS agents from India catch him, they fly him to India and that will be the end of him. He knew that and has no intentions of that kind. Even local law enforcements are too going to keep him long and for sure show all their skills in interrogation and torturing if they catches him.

“What the hell! Local fat stomached people are better than trained Anti Terrorist Squad agents” he made his mind and sprint fast forward. As moving at a steady pace he saw the flash lights of policemen and the light beams of their jeeps. He did not stopped or even looked back to see whether ATS agents lost his trail. Because he is pretty certain that there is no chance of that.

“STOP…” “Ruk Jav” “Don’t Move” …….”Stop or we will shoot” Khan heard some very familiar words. But he got bit maze. Locals were got upgraded. They too started sound like agents. No surprise, even though it’s Pakistan, but they too watch some Hollywood movies and get inspire. After hearing those sweet words he moved four to five steps and brings himself to halt. “Hands Up” as soon as he got that order he followed it. Four armed constables come forward and searched Khan for weapons.

Now getting maze is their turn. They found two nine millimeters, one Uzi, one shot gun sleeping parallel to his back, four sharp edged haunting knifes and four high explosive grenades. They thought he must be walking weapons shop. They double checked him and cleared as no more weapons left in him. But they missed one main weapon, Khan. The man himself.

They jeweled him with hand cups and put him at the back seat of the jeep. One constable thought, what in the world he surrendered himself even though he had that much fire power. His thinking or way of thinking cannot be matched with Kahn’s. It’s indeed true that if had wished he could have exploded on that local patrolling and easily got through. But he needs a safe house, to avoid getting caught from ATS agents. Even if he had passed through locals, they, ATS people will keep followed him. Right now he is safe from them, thanks to Pakistani police.