Kill Or Get Killed Part- 7

August 14th, 06:20 PM

Seema was astonished to see the men sitting in that car; she moved her face in the opposite direction and rushed towards her bus. There was something strange in the way they were looking at her. She took her seat and tried to control her breath.

Her instinct told her to look back. She left her seat and went to the back portion of the bus and peeped through the back window, yes, the car was behind the bus, chasing it.

She took her seat and closed the window. Milestone outside indicated Devdurg 47 km.

“So, the game has begun.” murmured she.

She tilted a little behind and put her head on the cushion of the seat and closed her eyes, there was a strange smile on her blistered lips.

 

August 14th, 06:30 PM

Jafar turned off his computer. Rupees 50,00000 had been transferred to his account by his regular client, his client wanted to get a woman killed at any rate and that is why he agreed to pay such a big amount of money. Luckily, he has been staying in a small town called Koula situated fifty km east of Devdurg. He has to move fast, he wanted to finish the job outside of Devdurg.

He had recently killed Vakeel the main shooter of Bagga gang. He made that hit in Delhi, shooters of Bagga gang and Delhi police were looking for him. As usual, he was hiding in this remote place to let the heat settle down a little. He left his hiding place and checked his bag which contained his favorite rifle, Remington 700 XCR, rifle scopes for day and night vision, Colt 357 magnum revolver, and a long blade bowie knife. He placed the revolver under his arm, holster and knife in his long shoe’s neck. He let the rifle and ammunition remained in the bag.

He was a strong man in every sense, six feet three inches tall, broad shoulders, strong jaws. He was 42 but looks older. He often put on formal clothes and had a businessman look on his face. Anyone who knew nothing about him would take him for a company executive. His look and dress sense always helped him to escape from a crime scene.

He came out of the narrow street and looked around like a hawk; there was none to take any interest in him. Outside on the road, he hired an auto rickshaw to Gogia Auto Garage, where he had left his Sedan car for service. His car required no service, but it was a safe way to hide his car. He often buys a different car for a new assignment, left it on any deserted road and hired a cab to escape from the crime place. But this assignment was given on such a short notice that he had no time to change this car.

In a few minutes he was in the garage, the owner of the garage was irritated to keep his car for a week long.

“Thank God, at last you came back, I was expecting that you’ll never turn up.” said the owner in a very angry tone.

“Sorry sir, I’m ready to pay the extra charges for keeping this car for me for such a long time,” said Jafar with a little smile.

His softly spoken words were his perfect disguise. Anyone who talks to him would never think that he was talking to a ruthless killer, a killer who has never missed a hit.

He placed the bag on the back seat and started pushing the gas paddle in a perfect and steady way. Soon he was on the state highway and Devdurg was 45 km.