XYZ ~ The killer of killers

CRIME AND SUSPENSE

 

 

 Index

 

 1. Prologue

 2. Who are you, XYZ?

3. The problem

4. Token 12, George Turner….

5. Just answer and ask me no questions…

6. A traitor

7. Two Murders in a Day

8. The last piece

9. How to Kill the killer of killers?

 

 

 

 Prologue

Night was cold in London. The Sun hovered around the sky and then all to sudden dipped down the horizon as if someone switched off the Sun. A Goldfinch flew across the park and seemed to lose its color to the Sun. The cold air came rushing in, rejoicing the departure of the Sun, making the night-walkers shivering in their jackets.

 All the lights were dimmed inside the houses, expect for a building which was almost crumbling down. All the children and even some elders declared that it is a haunted house for once a man living nearby the house once decided to go and check what was going in the collapsing building and the next morning found the man dead at the entrance. But no one knew the truth. There was no ghost and certainly the house was not crumbling. The building was painted in such a way that it looked like it was falling apart. For the man, he was killed by the guards who guarded the structure. The motive of this peculiar painting of the building was to scare the people away from it.

A man walked in the shadows, passing through brightly lit corridors of the 'haunted house'. The man was in his twenties, a handsome man, with fair hair and cold green eyes. He was wearing a pale grey shirt along with dark jeans which somehow managed to hold on his overdeveloped muscles. The problem was that the dress did not match him. He looked like as if he was born to wear a suit. The man's name was Tim Harrier. He left a large air-conditioned room where a few minutes before, a meeting was held. He knew that police and CBI could not sniff his operation. Only problem was XYZ.

Not hoping for the worst, he asked one of his men to give their prisoner some bacon sandwiches. The prisoner, was John Trowel, a multi-millionaire business man's son. 560 million dollars were to be exchanged for John Trowel, all in cash. After this operation, Tim had planned to shift to another part of the world, with a new identity. Tim was checking the final adjustments and was called his best guard Grin to kill the man who made his fake passport. He, of course, was a man who did not take chances. John Trowel was nibbling the sandwiches half-heartily, afraid of what might throw in his way. After some time, one of the Tim's men went to collect the millionaire kid's unfinished plate. The prison was not covered by bars, instead was covered by a nickel sound-proof door, which opens when punched with the 4 correct digits. Fortunately, the guard knew the code which was the name 'JOHN'. He slowly pushed the buttons slowly one by one J…. O…H… but could not push the N because he was dead.

A fit, dark figure emerged from nowhere, who was somewhat cradling a recently fired gun as if it was a baby. His face was not visible as he pulled the hoody of his black jacket close to his nose. He was wearing a metal cover underneath which covered his throat, wherein 3 letters were printed. XYZ.

Tim, hearing the gunshot, came down from upstairs but was stopped dead on his tracks when he saw the dark figure. He saw that even when he covered his face with a hoody and a metal covering, the dark figure smiled an ugly and sneering smile which definitely meant that he, the masked figure was not here to make peace with Tim. When he saw the 3 letters engraved on the dark figure's metal covering, Tim froze and stared at the man helplessly. He tried to recollect what all the rumors' about the man he had heard. First, XYZ is the master of martial arts. He could kill 3 men in different ways till you complete saying the word 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'. He has, actually earned black belts in karate, Taekwondo and Judo. He prefers Taekwondo to kill. That what the dark figure did. With one back piercing kick or Dwitcha Jirugi, he took the life of a man in 1.2 seconds. After that, he swiftly killed everyone. He then, spoke to Tim with rather a sneering voice "Hand out the kid, Tim."

Tim had no choice, but to hand over John Trowel, just like you hand over a library book. He went to the prison where John was kept and gave him to the killer of the killers. XYZ smiled his ugly smile and placed his hand into his pocket. The next thing John Trowel knew was that Tim had just died.

Who are you, XYZ?

The 25-year old CBI's Chief Inspector, Tony Diamond, had a thick file on his desk. It was surprising that the Mastermind of CBI is not able to solve a case within a year. XYZ case. In this case a person called XYZ is killing all the bad guys whom CBI were looking for years. After every encounter, he leaves no lesser than 20 corpses. Every crook had a file in the office, but XYZ has the whole shelf. Some suggest that he is a social activist, while some say that he is doing all this in order to gain fame. Tony was not sure about why he is doing all this but he was sure that he was needed to be stopped because, even if he is actually benefiting the CBI sector, he is brutally killing all the people, good or bad who gets in his way. And yes, XYZ is masculine. It is proved by his tiny wisp of hair. It was really getting Tony's nerves not to solve this case. Tony sighed at this idea, and took a pink pill and swallowed it with water. He took the pill since he woke up from coma. He was about 10 years and a bus hit his head and he went to coma. He was kept in an isolated room with only a fan creaking below the ceiling. After about 15 years, he woke up from coma, which doctor said was a miracle. It was 15 years but for Tony, it was like he was in coma for 40 years. It took him 1 year to just learn what had change. A lot had changed in 15 years. In 15 years, he lost both his parents. So he got adopted by a family. When he was young, he was always a patriot of his country and wanted to die for the same. So, he chose to become a CBI officer for his bread and butter. To everyone's surprise, he had raised in designation just like he was climbing the stairs. He completed case after case like he was solving a jig-saw puzzle. Then he met George Turner who now was his assistant. Long before George had become Tony's assistant, George and Tony were thick as thieves even though they had different habits and attitude. George is always humorous even when he is in a major problem while Tony is always serious even when George cracks his funniest jokes. But he was also worried about him because when Tony woke up from coma, he faced a lot of issues. The doctor said that it was common in people who had woken from coma and would go away after sometime. But the problems did not go away as easily as the doctor had thought it would. Tony had gone to doctor to discuss about his problem.

"What happened at the hospital?"

"The doctor said that coma might have affected my brain. He said something like split person or what. He said that he would check that next week. Till then, I am stuck with you and this case. Goodness knows why I am not able to solve this case."

 "Cool it dude! Your brain has just gone down the river for its summer vacations. It will be probably back at…" said George, trying a joke on Tony even though he was dead worried about him. 

"Cut it George!"

"What? My hand?"

"Ha Ha! This was the worst joke ever you cracked in your life George Turner. So worse that the babies in the pram would be crying if you tell them." Said Tony with a glare.

Just when the Sub-Chief Inspector opened his mouth to reply, Craig James, the Inspector of the CBI office entered with a set of papers. Tony eagerly asked, "Have you got them?"

"Yes" replied Craig, handing over the papers.

The papers were related to the XYZ's another brutal killing of one of the top 6 most wanted criminals in Britain, Tom Harrier. He was found killed in the Milton's garage at Peterswood Street. Then CBI got information that XYZ had written a letter to the multi-millionaire, Mr Peter Trowel, through which the 67th richest man on the Earth found his son. The pages given by Craig James have had the Xerox of the letter which read:

Dear Mr. Trowel,

I know that you are in a state wherein you would not laugh even if I crack the funniest jokes. But wait. Read this.

Go to Miller Road. Enter the only Starbucks in that street. Go to the washroom. Enter the first cubical of the washroom. Reach out for your pocket and you would find a key. Find a socket at the side of the flush. Slip the key and turn it. Another cubical would open wherein you would find your kid gagged.

Your child was kidnapped by the late Tim Harrier, whom you would find him killed in the Milton's garage at Peterswood Street. Hey, what about a joke? What did the bee say to the flower? Hello Honey!

Best of Luck and try to tear the page after you read it.

Love from,

XYZ

Tony gave the letter a glare and asked Craig "How is John Trowel?"

"He is good sir, just badly shaken. He told us that XYZ has covered his face top to bottom and he could not see his face. He described him as much as he could, which is stuck with the letter sir."

 "Ok. Did Mr. Trowel find the key after he entered the Starbucks?"

"Yes sir. Our men are working through the CCTV cameras of the Starbucks and going through the time Mr. Trowel entered the Starbucks again and again. Still they did not find even a soul getting close to Mr. Trowel." Acknowledged Craig.

 "If anyone did not go close enough to shove the key in Mr. Trowel's pocket, what about before Mr. Trowel entered the hotel?" asked Tony.

"Yes sir. Same thought occurred to me. But unfortunately, the CCTV camera placed facing the entrance of the hotel was out of the order for the past few days."

"So taking this as advantage, he locked the Multi-Millionaire's kid there." Said Tony, felling dismayed. Then he shaped his face into a scorn and said "From this day, I want all the hotels, restaurants and each and every building to have a CCTV footage. Please make sure that it is of good quality" and then he lowered his voice "And make sure only we know about this arrangement. Not even a soul should be informed about it."

"Yes sir. I will have it arranged as you want it to be." Replied Craig hurriedly.

"Good. You may go now." Said Tony and turned back his attention to the papers and got absorbed into it. He got so absorbed that he did not notice that George Turner's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish as if to say something important and urgent. Even if he did, it would have never noticed why did his assistant did so because it wasn't often that George Turner had a problem. Certainly not a problem that George was scared to tell Tony. Or problem that George sat all night worrying about it. Or problem which will lead Tony to XYZ……..

The problem

George was frustrated with himself. He cursed himself all the foul words he knew. He promised himself that he would say that to Tony, didn't he? He was only able to crack his stupid jokes. But at last he understood why couldn't he say it to Tony. Yes, he was scared, very scared. Of what? Of a man in the black hoody. It took him no time to learn that the man was XYZ. He saw him yesterday. Where did he find? George found him in his house! George was going to the bathroom drowsily at about 2 o'clock in the morning in his sleeping gown where he saw a figure who was working on George's computer! George stood dead and did not believe his own eyes. XYZ might have noticed the movement George made because he sniggered and got a club into his hold to knock George out cold. George woke up at 10 o'clock in morning with a pain on his back of the head but he unheeded it and he immediately started to look meticulously around the room for clues. Clues which would decode XYZ identity. But of course, he did not find any clues. XYZ always was very careful to leave clues. George should have called the police but he was already in such a state that he could not have said Boo to a goose to save his life. Even so, he did not even look at the room after that and had spent disturbed night.

He was now eating some Scrambled Eggs on his dining table. He had no appetite and had bags under his eyes with an enormous pain at the back of the neck but he ate anyway. While eating, he thought of a question that always stole his attention whenever he thought about his encounter with XYZ. Why did XYZ leave him alive? Of course, it would be easy for XYZ to kill rather than knock him. This was the first and the last clue he had found. If he had left him alive, there should be some reason. Suddenly, George thought of something. What was XYZ doing before he came along? Yes, he was working on his computer. What was he doing with my computer? George wondered and got up. Scrambled Eggs were looking thousand miles away. He ran to his room and switched his computer on. But the computer stayed blank-screened. Then he looked below at the series of wires to find what was wrong. Then he saw that data wire was cut. Cursing and frustrated, he booted the computer and instantly was awarded with a stab of pain. He kicked the Computer again and again as if it would by some miracle would switch on. And when George at last found his senses, he reached for his pockets and whipped his IPhone XR from his trouser pocket and called his personal mechanic to come over to his house.

After calling the mechanic, George sat down heavily on his armchair. In the computer, all the important records regarding CBI stored in the computer. He wondered if he could retrieve the records after all the data wire was cut. Then he recalled something which ignited his hope. A long time ago, his computer was crashed. Worried about the records, George saved them in a pen drive and kept it somewhere safe. But the problem was the George forgot where he had kept it. No worries, I will ask Craig. I always remind him in case I myself forget things, thought George. As he relaxed at this idea, the mechanic rang his doorbell. He got up and winced as he put pressure on his sore leg. He opened the door and let the mechanic in. Mechanic examined the computer, frowned and said "I assume that a thief has broken into your house. Why did you not tell to police about it, I don't know. But the only clue I can give you is that the thief knows about wires and computers and the thief was in a hurry."

"How do you know that?" asked George immediately in a hoarse deep voice. He disguised his voice many a times to put a performance in benefit for the people who he did not believe in, so much so that he forgot his own voice. He might be good humoured but when he timed his moves, he was deadly.

"I know that your shoe size is 7 and I saw some footprints bigger than yours so I got to know that someone entered your house. The footprints were made of rubber soles so the person be a thief who is trying not to make any noise. Now let us turn our attention back to the computer. Your data wire is a twisted pair cable, to be precise, a UTP. The thief used a magnet to affect the cable as every twisted pair cable gets affected if it gets into an external magnetic field. So he must know about wires and how to handle computers. When I saw that the floppy disk was not taken by the thief, I was surprised. So I assumed that the thief was in a hurry and left the floppy disk as it is." Said the Mechanic as if the question was too stupid to ask and sighed "The computer would be ready in 4 to 5 days if you give me straight away."

George listened to him raptly with his eyes closed. It was clear that he never missed a word. He had spent a lot of time with this Mechanic when his computer was broken earlier and knew that this mechanic perceived things more than George did. When the Mechanic finished speaking, he injected another question "Why do you need so much time just to change the wire?"

"The stock of UTP cables are yet to arrive 3 days later."

"Name a wire which could not be affected so easily."

The Mechanic hesitated "Well… There is a cable which cannot be affected that easily. The cable is basically wireless. It is called Glass Fiber Optical Cable. They are bit more speedy than your wired cables and they don't get affected if they come into any sort of magnetic field. But the catch is that they are very costly."

"You have carte blanche. Do you have it right now in your workspace?"

"Yes."

"Then come and fix it today itself."

"OK."

After this conversation, the Mechanic went to his workspace. As for George, he was lost in his own thoughts. He recalled again and again what he said until he stored the conversation in his mind. After 36 minutes, the Mechanic came to fixed the wireless cable and collected the cash. It was really a huge one, but George did not care. He would have rather given 2 million pounds to retrieve the records. After collecting the cash, the Mechanic left the house to leave George alone.

George twisted his wrist. It was 11:00. Time to unpack the clues thought George grimly.

Token 12, George Turner….

George switched on the computer. The computer responded swiftly as if the computer was waiting George to switch it on for a long time. He hastily checked the Recent Files. When he managed to drag his eyes to the Recent files section, he was so shocked that he saw the computer so furiously as if the order of the Recent Files would change itself as George wanted it to be. What he saw in the Recent Files was that XYZ has accessed the folder where George kept the list of the criminal's name.

Something horrible had happened to his face. It became pale and empty mask. There was no colour in it. Everything came tumbling towards him. Now he understood how XYZ got to know all the names of the top criminals. He just simply used his computer as a server to all the criminal list as he did yesterday. George felt his mouth dry and his throat hurting. He went unwillingly and slowly to get a drink. As he walked, he decided not to divulge this to Tony or anyone in CBI. They will demotion him at the least. He somehow managed to get to the bed. He did not want to sleep but something told him that he might need his rest.

                             ***                    

George woke up with a sudden jerk. He was sweating uncontrollably. He was having a nightmare. About XYZ. He twisted his neck to see the time on the mantelpiece. It was 5:00 am. He slowly got himself out of the bed and put on his jogging shoes. He usually never went to jogging. But he wanted it because he needed to think. He pushed the front door and latched it with 2 different locks with a metal chain running over it. He cannot risk to damage his computer again or let XYZ freely scampering around his house. Then he saw an old couple looking with their eyes wide-open at the front door. George knew his front door looked a sight with chains and all so he did not blame the couple for looking at his door in that way. He jogged away leaving the couple shaking their heads.

He jogged away around the park. He did not even know where he was or what he was doing. He was fully focused on his thought and putting together all the clues like he was doing a jig-saw puzzle. He has worked with Tony for a lot of times and his brain worked like a computer. He connected and connected all the clues together. Size 8, leaving me alive, Recent files. He jogged for about 5 minutes and then he turned his attention back to his surroundings. He was going round and round around the park. He spotted a bench empty. He went over there and sat down heavily. Then he wiggled his sore toes and came to a conclusion. He twisted his wrist around. It was 6:30 am. He sat for some time to catch his breath and then he went out of the park. He then flagged a taxi down and instructed the driver to go to NBI Royal Hospital.

George reached there under 5 minutes. NBI Royal Hospital. This hospital was very famous and was the first choice for the VIPs. When you go inside for the first time, you would be mistaken for it being a 5-star hotel. George paid and got out. He flew through the stair and met the receptionist to book an appointment with the hospital's Neurologist. He got to know that he would have to wait for 2 hours as there were many patients lined up before. So George, for the second time this week, called CBI's receptionist that he is going to take a leave today. He then walked to over-sized sofa and sat down. He opened his phone to play Candy Crush Saga.

Tony was tensed. He knew that George was always was regular to his work. It was once in a blue moon he takes a day off. But this week he had taken 2 days off. That wasn't it. George also did not talk well for the past few days. To be specific, he did not talk properly to anyone in CBI. Even with Craig. He twirled and twirled his hair around. He usually does it when he is thinking deeply. He rewound the conversion he had with George yesterday. There was something in his voice. But what was it? He winded back the conversion again until he found it. Yes, it was the quality of fear. But fear of what? He thought intensely but he could not find the answer. He knitted his brows and called for Craig. When the inspector came, he gave some instructions to him. Craig nodded and went out to leave Tony worrying about his best friend. 

"Token 12, George Turner. You can now visit the Neurologist." George got up with a sigh. He rubbed his fingers over his mobile's touch screen again and again so much so that his fingers had gone numb. He walked toward the well-lit corridor of the hospital and asked an elderly couple if they could pray show the way to the Neurologist's office. They pointed out at the nearest door. George knocked the door politely and got a response instantly. "Come in!"

When George came in, he found himself in a room which did not really looked like a room. It was enormous. It had white mink carpet running through the marble floor. It had an open terrace towards the Sun. There were few sofas which stood at the sides of the room. Still there was enough space to set up the goals and play football. At the very end of room, there was a table made up of antique wood of the very best quality. Behind it sat a man who looked just opposite of his room. He looked quite opposite to his room. He was very short. His chest just managed to reach the level of the desk. He wore a big, dandling pair of spectacles and spent a great deal of time pushing them back to the place. He was a small nose with a pointed chin. He was reading to a book on nervous system but kept it away when he saw George. When George managed to tear off his eyes from the room, the neurologist gestured a sit.

"Pray take a seat."

George sat down.

"Well, what brings you here? I can't see anything wrong…"

"I want to revive a memory."

The neurologist frowned and asked "What kind of memory?"

George got up, making sure that they were alone and then reached for his pocket to take out a key, shove it in the front pocket his jacket and opened a safe which actually looked like pocket to take out his work card. Even though he had his spy camera detector in his pocket and he had examined the room with it, he still needed to be sure and to be precaution. If there was even a slip of information that he was the assistant of the Chief Inspector, he would have to adhere the consequences because there would be countless criminals who would like to see him dead. The neurologist stared the card and gave it back. He was taken this risk in the hope that the doctor won't question him anymore.

"So, any memory related to a case?" said the doctor, trying to inject some valiant sort-of tone but unfortunately it made him look more fraidy-cat.

"Yes. Something I noticed when I was drowsy. Can you revive it?"

"Very well. I will certainly try my best. By any chance can you come tomorrow?" said doctor slowly still trying his best.

"For what reason?"

"A operation is already booked today."

George slowly nodded. He got up and said to the doctor. "Do not even try to tell the conversation we had now, doctor. If you do, you would die." With this, George departed and left the stricken doctor.

After he had informed that he was about to take his leave to the receptionist who looked puzzled about this short meeting, George went in the open air and decided to jog to his home. But before he started jogging, he set a reminder in his IPhone about his operation with the neurologist. Then he put it away and started jogging in the fresh air.

Just answer and ask me no questions…

After 20 minutes of jogging, George reached at the front door of his house. Promptly he found something usual at his front door. The chain which ran on the top of the locks where now below the locks. This really frightened him. He straightaway opened the safe where he kept his office card and took out the keys. He fumbled the keys and took several minutes to at last open the door which seemed to take centuries to open it. He slowly opened the door as if he had come here to check if there was any bomb inside, and tip-toed into the hall. He sluggishly reached for his spy camera detector and switched it on and at once it started to beep. He looked around the house to find where the camera could be hidden. He, without any doubt, thought XYZ was behind this. To see what was he doing. His routine. His weakness. At what time he could break in his house.

Then a thought hit him so suddenly that he almost toppled and fell on the ground. At what time he could break in! Of course, the only reason would be for the floppy disk! He was so, so foolish about leaving it attached to the computer instead of keeping it in a safe. He almost cried with frustration and depression. He still managed to run across the hall and into the room to check whether the floppy disk was there for the goodness sake, but to his dismay and horror, he found the floppy disk not attached to the computer. He let a hyena cry and sank in his knees. He was so anger that he smacked himself with his palms. He punched the nearby wall with a bone-rattling force that almost broke the bones of his fist. And then he started to slowly get up and reached for his spy camera detector. He was so wrapped up with the loss of the floppy disk that he did not notice that his hand needed medical attention and was actually fractured it due to his punching-the-wall routine. He started checking his room for hidden cameras.

After an hour, he was done with it. All the cameras were removed and were broken into pieces by the infuriated George. It was so imprudent of him to leave the valuable disk. And that to knowing that XYZ was on his trail. George gritted his teeth which he did when he was angry. But then he tried to calm himself which was a totally waste of time. That was it, thought George. Now nothing is going to save me.

George did not know the truth.

The cameras set up in his house was not XYZ's handiwork but was of his best friend Tony. He was confused and tensed about his friend and finally came to a conclusion that it would be the best if he set cameras inside his house. He set Craig to set the cameras personally and advised him to go with a disguise. After few minutes Craig, disguised as a TV repair company man, stepped onto the doorsteps of George's house. He slipped a skeleton key and opened the 2 locks. What he did not notice was that the metal chain ran above the locks. That was the only mistake Craig did when he sealed the locks back again after he had set the cameras inside his house.

Craig took all the commotion that happened in George's room with silence. He watched it as if he had not seen anything more crazy like this. First, George coming tip-toed and then nearly toppling and then running to the room and giving a hyena cry and at last throwing the cameras. How did George know that there were cameras hidden or why did George tip-toed the hall was all a mystery for Craig. He lifted his hand to his chin and rubbed it against his thorny beard. This was certainty a baffling. But Craig decided not to say anything about it to Tony for certain reason. He closed his computer and went out to the fresh air with his mind still puzzled at the mysterious ruckus which took place at George's house.

Meanwhile what happened to Tony?

Tony was tensed. Tensed about what to think about. He already had a problem which kept his mind frazzled but another trouble joined in that made Tony really perturbed. 4 hours ago, he nodded off to sleep thinking about George. To his absolute horror, he found himself lying on a hospital's bed the moment he opened his eyes. He looked around once and thought it was a mere dream. But when he pinched his arm and felt the soft fabric of the mattress, he was so stunned that he fainted then and there. When he got up yet again, he still was still in the hospital. When he hovered his eyes here and there, he found a beefy old man who was sitting in a stool and was reading a magazine which was provided by the hospital. He smiled when he saw Tony has opened his eyes and held out a hand for him to shake "Nice to meet you. My name is Richard." he boomed. His voice very much suited him. Then Tony forgetting his manners, fired questions at the poor old man "Who are you? Have we already met? Why am I here? What do you want from me?" 

Richard, who was looking forward to a word of 'Thanks' was quite surprised to hear a jet of questions fired to him. He, being good-natured, forgot the impertinence of Tony easily and acknowledged "I first found you speeding across the Grape Alley. I ran to you to say that it was a secured residential place and no guests were allowed there. You sneered at that point and before saying a word you fainted. I was taken aback with surprise and then bundled you down into my car and took you to hospital." He bellowed.

Grape Alley! Why, it was miles away from his office. Tony nodded still shocked and mumbled something which sounded like a 'thank you'. He reached for his purse and gave Richard a wad of notes. He then ran away to the airy weather of London leaving Richard completely addled.

Tony ran across the street of the Alley and stopped after 7 minutes to catch his breath. He stopped a cab and showed another wad of notes to the driver and asked him to drive to his office. When he reached his office, he flew to the gate and hurriedly he asked the bewildered receptionist, "Do you know when I left the office?"

"Funny that you asked it sir. I definitely saw you glancing you watch for the time as you left for the gate." The receptionist answered, who was very perplexed. 

"See, this is important. Did I say something to you? Just answer and ask me no questions."

"Very well. I will try to convey you what exactly happened. And to be in a safer side you could of course check the CCTV." He took a pause to take a breath "You first came to the hall, walking briskly. It really surprised me for you going against the rule that no one should go out or in the office through the main hall. You then asked what meetings are scheduled today. When I said that there is no meeting arranged for 5 hours, your face lightened up. You said that you are going out to stretch out your legs. After that, you hurried towards the gate and went out. And for the time, I believe that you went out at 11:25 am." said the receptionist.

Tony, without uttering anything, went to his room slowly. When he reached his room at last, he jumped to his computer and switched it on. He then opened the CCTV footage and selected the time. The computer instantly responded and showed the footage. He watched the footage so keenly that perhaps not even thunderstorm could grab his attention. He saw the footage and to his utmost horror he did not feel as if he had been a part of this conversation. Since then, he is sitting on his chair thinking what to do. He at last switched off his computer and grabbed his jacket to go to the street of London.

A traitor 

George got up with a start lying on his bed. He instantly started worrying what to do. He has spent a great deal of time to think about it yesterday but could not find anything he could do about the floppy disk. At last, he convinced himself that the solution to that answer will come tomorrow and fell asleep as his head hit the pillow. He thought if going to the office was a good idea because he felt that he could not face his best friend without the precious floppy disk because it wasn't unusual that his friend asks him to bring the information of the criminals. He then shifted his position to think of a sensible reason for losing the floppy disk. He, of course, could not say that he has lost it. But perhaps he could say that the floppy disk is kept in a safe to keep it secure and unfortunately that the safe's key is lost. That would be good. He felt instantly better and shot out of his bed. He put on his jacket and went off but not before he put 6 chains and 7 locks. It looked a sight but he did not care. He would have added more of chains and locks if he had more. Then he went to his office silently and visualising George's face if he tells that the floppy disk is lost. He giggled in spite of everything and then subsided again.

After 15 minutes, George was found racing up to his office, trying to feel valiant. After going to the secret garage, he opened a door which looked a crumbling rock. He sped up the bright-corridors and when to the receptionist. As he was running, the receptionist called out for him "Mr. Turner! Can I have a word with you?"

"What happened?" said George, looking annoyed. He was flying the stairs so that the receptionist won't ask questions about his frequent leaves.

"Well sir. I think something is problem with your friend, Mr. Diamond." Said the receptionist timidly, afraid of George's irritated tone. 

This pricked George's ears. "What do you mean?" he demanded.

"Well sir…."

"Stop saying this 'well sir'!" demanded the infuriated George.

"Ok sir. I will stop saying…"

"JUST SAY WHAT YOU WANTED TO SAY!"

"Ok sir." Replied the receptionist, who looked he was about to burst into tears. "Mr. Diamond acted in peculiar way yesterday. First of all, he walked briskly up the hall of the office which was against the rule of this office. Secondly, he came here after 4-5 hours, looking as if something happened to him which should not have happened to him. He asked me a lot of questions, actually two to be honest, and then walked slowly to his cabin." After completing his small speech, he dared to look at George. He looked as if he was looking him for the first time. He continued, "What I am saying is absolutely true. You can check with the CCTV camera if you want."

George could not believe all this was real. He decided to go and check the footage. He stared at the poor receptionist and said "If you were fooling around, I will make sure that you will be thrown out of the office." And then he ran again to his compartment leaving the receptionist thinking how his respect in this office was getting deteriorated day by day.

George bashed his cabin's door with a great force and instantly got awarded with a much greater pain in his hand. He examined his hand for the first time after his loosing of the floppy disk to XYZ. He found it swelling. Then he remembered the punching-the-wall routine and thought about the possibility of it being fractured. Surely, he took out his large white handkerchief and tied it firmly to his hand. He wasted no time and swiftly checked the footage. He watched it intensely and rewound the footage again. Still he found nothing peculiar expect of what the receptionist had already told him. He decided to take this footage with him as evidence to the board of directors to say that something was wrong with Tony. He copied the footage to his pendrive and put it inside his pocket. He went to Tony's boss and asked him that if he could arrange a board of director meeting.

Meeting with board of directors.

This meeting only takes place when the agenda or the issue is complex and the final authority lie in the hands of the board. This meeting was like the personal court of CBI. Tony, before 1 hour of the meeting, asked the receptionist to come as the witness. The receptionist's legs shook badly for he was too timid to attend the meeting. But he had no choice but to agree because if he did not come as a witness then he might be thrown out of his job. So he reluctantly agreed.

It was time for the meeting.

George's phone vibrated exactly at 6:00 pm to remind him of the meeting to be held. But there was no need of that because he was already there attaching the pendrive to the projector. He turned the reminder off and waited for the others to join. But it was not a long time when all the members and the witness got seated. The receptionist seemed to lose his color which was left in his pale face. George started the meeting with showing the footage. All the members held their breath till the footage had reached to the end. Then Jade, one of the most respected senior who was sitting with the board, mopped her forehead with a silk handkerchief and said "I could not believe this! Tony Diamond losing his marbles. It is out of the question!" said the dazzled Jade. "By the way, how could you prove this?" she demanded.

"Sir. I have a witness."

"Well. Go Ahead!"

"Ok sir." George signaled the receptionist to come to his side. He gradually came, looking so scared and timid that no one would be astound if he had a heart attack then and there. George then introduced him to the board, "This is our office's receptionist whom Mr. Diamond spoke with. He will further clarify your doubt about this footage."

Another senior official, who was equally as lost as Jade, fired question to the receptionist "What exactly did Mr. Diamond told you then? What was his expression and reactions during then? Tell me, go on!"

"Actually sir, all that Mr. Turner said right now was fake. Mr. Diamond never did like this. Mr. Turner actually wanted to get Mr. Diamond away from the investigation of XYZ so he could take over this office. I found him first taking the video of the big hall and asked him why was he doing that. He told me his intentions and asked to act as a witness so that he could prove which was actually not true. He even offered me lots of money to act like a witness. When I said I would not do such a thing, he threatened me that he would fire me from my job. That's why I agreed to act the way he wanted. If I did something wrong, please forgive me because if you fire me from my job, I cannot support my family." The receptionist sobbed.

George could not believe if this was actually happening. Of course, he did nothing like what the receptionist had described. So, why was the receptionist telling lies like that?

Before the board or George could start to digest what the receptionist had said, Craig James, the inspector, piped out "Sir. I would like to add something to your notice. I have something to show you something before you could make the judgement." He came to the projector, took out George's pendrive and inserting a pendrive which was inside his pocket. A video instantly came to view that made George's eyes pop out of his pale face.

The video which was seen by the board was captured at George's house. The board saw how peculiar George acted. They saw how at first George coming tip-toed into the hall and then nearly toppling and then running to the room and giving a hyena cry and at last throwing the cameras. George's behaviour in that video that immediately gave a reason to a lot of people to whispering across the room. At last, Jade snapped at George "Perhaps, you could explain us why you gave the threat given to the poor man or your absolute horrendous behavior in that video?"

"I-I did not give any threat to that man. You can also check the footage if you want. And as for the video, please don't ask."

"Well, Very well. So, you could not prove the either cases which is put against you?" asked a tall official, in a sarcastic manner.

"No sir. You-you could check the CCTV footage."

"Ok if you wish. But I have no doubt about that he is telling a pack of lies. Now who is the in charge of CCTV footage…."

"Sir. I am the in charge of CCTV footage." Said Craig, bursting into the room.

"Where you were gone? You were just here when…." Asked an official who was really puzzled.

"Yes sir" Craig interrupted "When Mr. Turner asked to check the footage, I went to the control room and shared the video to this projector. Please allow me." Said Craig. He went to the projector and switched a button. Instantly, a new screen was being shared. He clicked the play button.

After seeing the footage, George's state got bad to worse. The footage showed exactly what the receptionist had said! He blinked his eyes hard again and again and prayed that this was just a nightmare.

"I now think Mr. Turner won't have anything to say now." Sallied the tall official grimly.

"I say!" interrupted Jade "I say, where is Tony Diamond here? Because I haven't seen him here in this meeting." 

"He did not come today to the office. He has taken a leave." Answered Craig innocently.

"Consequently, Mr. Turner here, grabbed this opportunity to make this absurd remark about Mr. Diamond." Said an another official who did not make any remarks before then.

"Do you have something to add to our views, Mr. Turner?" asked Jade.

"I-I-I" stammered George.

"Well Jade. Isn't that clear? If we let him speak, he would try to make another excuse and would waste our time." Chipped in the tall official again.

"So I think we should make the decision now." Said Jade and started whispering, so softly that even the person who was sitting just a matter of few meters could not hear him. It took less than 2 minutes to make the decision. Jade quoted "Behalf of the board, I would like to announce the decision taken by us. Our decision is quite simple. We are suspending Mr. Turner for 1 month and Mr. James is now appointed as the assistant of Tony Diamond. If Mr. James turns out to be a good assistant of Mr. Diamond, then he will be the permanent assistant of Mr. Diamond and Mr. Turner would be demotion to Mr. James's position."

George was sure that if will hear another word, then he would definitely faint. Demotion! Suspension! That was the last thing ever expected by the poor George. He slipped of the meeting without saying another word after it was dismissed. He ran non-stop from his office to his house and reached at his house's front door in 3 minutes. After reaching the gate, he sat on a broken chair beside the gate, trying to gulp down as much air as he could. He reached for the safe and took out the keys. He took about 5 minutes to open the gate and went inside. He still thought that this was a dream and he would wake up when he would sleep in his dream. So, he went to his room and got ready to take an early night. When he was making his bed before going to the sleep, the doorbell rang. He spun around and went to the door slowly. He found a letter on his mat. He took it and opened it. Here is what the letter ran like:

Dear George,

It was a really a fun watching you looking so stumped there in the board meeting. I suppose you are wondering why did the poor receptionist told lies about you. Well, I can clear the blur image you have about the meeting. When I was informed about the meeting, I asked the receptionist to tell me what was it about. The Poor old thing tumbled out everything about the Tony's absurd behavior and what exactly happened yesterday. Then I got an idea. An idea how to take your place which was my dream. I bribed him to tell lies about you. I then showed that video which was captured in your house in that meeting. Why did you act so ridiculous in that video or what intention you had complaining about Tony is immaterial to me. The only thought I have in my mind is about being seated in the position which I was dreaming for years. Good luck, suspended officer!

PS: This letter would self-destruct in 3 minutes. So, please don't have silly ideas of showing this to the board 

Your arch enemy,

Craig James

George was making out the last word when the paper got self-destruct. He was horrified as the paper turned into ashes. He gave a hyena cry which rang down the cold streets of London.

2 Murders in a Day 

The first rays of the sun passed through the windows of Tony's house. Instantly, the solar alarm rang as the rays were captured by the solar cells hidden behind the panels. Tony woke up and bashed his hands on the alarm to stop the ringing. In fact, there was no need of the alarm to wake Tony up because he did not catch a wink of sleep. He was lying on the bed thinking about what happened to him yesterday. It was really unusual and was worrying about it. Was he suffering from memory loss? Or had something happened to his brain? He shuddered at his idea and sat up. He went to the kitchen and fixed himself a cup of coffee and a tomato sandwich. He sat down in his favorite armchair and put down his cup.

It was time to think.

                             ***

Tony had come a decision at last. He drank around his cold coffee, which was actually hot 14 minutes ago and gobbled down the last crumbs of his sandwich. He grabbed his jacket and went off to the streets, but not before logging a leave to the reception, not knowing that the receptionist was busy attending the meeting with board of directors. He wondered if he should flag a taxi. But he chose against it. It was a beautiful weather, which wasn't often in London. So, he decided to jog. He jogged past the trees, enjoying the fresh air which filled his lungs.

Soon he reached to a spot where his best friend had been before yesterday, but not quite knowing that. He was there in NBI Royal Hospital. He was soon speeding up the stairs, going up to the reception. Then the things suddenly start to happen. The receptionist watched the flying figure and thought it was George Turner. Even though the hospital received uncountable visitors and patients, the receptionist had a very good memory and instantly recognised Tony wrong. Then he called out "Mr. Turner, George Turner! Is that you? Did you come for your operation?"

Hearing the words, Tony immediately stopped at his tracks and looked as if he had been shot. George Turner? Why, it was his best friend's name! And what was it about the operation? He looked around the hall with his beady eyes and with ease spotted receptionist, who was frantically screaming his head off.

"Yes Mr. Turner! I want to speak with you! I wanted to ask you some question…" said the receptionist and suddenly stopped as he saw Tony striding the marble floor towards him, looking like a caged animal who was ready to bite someone.

Harshly, Tony took hold of the receptionist's shirt's cuff and interrogated the receptionist quite roughly "Why did you call me George Turner? Do you know who he is? What did you say about operation?"

"Hey, hey! What is this? Take your hands from me. Do it or should I call the police?" said the shivering receptionist, who was almost strangled by the firm hold. Now the other people were also starting to watch what Is happening.

Tony left the receptionist's collar as if he got an electric shock. He straightened the cuff of his shirt and said quite sheepishly "I am sorry. I and George Turner are best friends and I think something is wrong with him because, I haven't seen for about 3 days, that's why…"

"It's okay. I know how you feel. I also had a best friend who lost contact with me 2 months ago. I was also desperately searching for him like you till I heard him that he died." The receptionist shrugged, though his eyes filled with tears. "You know, Life is tough."

"I'm so sorry." Tony said, feeling bad. "You know it is dreadful to suddenly hear your loved one die suddenly."

"I know, it is, it is" said the receptionist, now definitely sobbing. "You know, he was so close to me, I, I.."

"It's okay, It's okay." Tony said, reassuring the him.

 The receptionist gulped down some air after sobbing for some time and said "Sorry for the crying" he tried to smile "I gather that you need information about Mr. Turner. Don't worry. Let's go to the neurologist for he was the person did he met with."

"Thank you so much. For helping me to find George." Thanked Tony.

"No worries. By the by, why did you come here? I think that you came to know about him unexpectedly." Asked the receptionist.

"Well yes. It was a coincidence. I actually came to see the neurologist." Tony said.

"Oh well. Ok." Said the receptionist. He reached to a huge door and opened it.

Neurologist was sitting and reading a book but you could tell that he was not actually reading it. He was looking nervous and pale as if the neurologist was draw by a child who did not have enough pastels to color the face of the doctor.

When the doctor saw them, he looked a bit surprised for the receptionist rarely came to his office and then asked "So, what brings you here, John?" He took a brief look and spoke before John had a chance. "What has happened to Mr. Turner?" asked the doc as a matter of fact, but you could still sense the fear in the doctor's voice.

"Sir, let me introduce a gentleman who happens to know Mr. Turner. He wants to ask you questions about his appearance yesterday, if you permit." John introduced Tony to the doc.

"I am not sure I can because I am warned not to utter a single word about Mr. Turner's operation." Answered the doc, who was so scared that he almost wet himself.

"I am sure why he did it." said Tony, cool as a cucumber. "I would really appreciate if you leave the room and leave us alone."

"Sure thing." said John and closed the humongous door behind him.

"To your information sir, I suppose my friend showed you this particular card." Tony took out his office card from a pocket and if he hadn't, the doctor would have not noticed the pocket. It was well hidden.

Tony showed it to him. The doctor's eyes almost popped out and saw Tony as if he was seeing Tony for the first time. Tony held out his hand for the hand and slowly he returned it, positively looking as if he had a heart attack for a second.

"I think I have seen too many CBI cards for this week." he muttered.

"I understand how you feel. Can you now say what did Mr. Turner needed operation for?" questioned Tony.

"Yes. He insisted me to retrieve a memory which he saw when he was sleepy." he acknowledged

"Memory? Sleepy? You are not taking the mickey, are you?" demanded Tony.

"Me? I just said what he wanted. Please, I know this only." said the neurologist, finding how he could end this conversation.

"Ok. I think I should believe you." said Tony doubtfully as he saw the doctor who was almost wetting himself.

"What the threat? You just leave me like this!" exclaimed the doctor.

"Ok. OK. No need to be so dramatic. If you want, I can lend you two of my men to keep a 24 hours' surveillance till when the problem is no longer a threat." Tony concluded. He soon was reaching the door and swung the door shut. The doctor felt depressed and soon started thinking how to get out of this problem. As he stopped thinking, he found that he wet himself.

The last piece 

It was not long when Tony started to think about it. Retrieving Memory? Was it George who faced memory loss? That would be the day, for his best friend and his assistant never missed a thing. He was his reminder agent. As he was thinking, he stepped the wrong way and suddenly lost his balance. He gave a sudden yell as he felt his legs gave away and then everything went black.

He woke up in the night. It was raining heavily. When he woke up, he was first blinded by the crashing rain. When he at last got adjusted to the rain he was so shocked that he almost fainted. He was wearing weird black dress with a metal covering snaking his face. When he looked at his hand, to his utmost horror there was a knife dripping with blood which was being held by his hand. Fresh blood. He immediately threw the knife with disgust and threw the metal covering which covered his neck. Then he slowly picked it again to examine it. Most of the blood got washed but it was clear that the knife had murdered a person quite recently.

"There he is, looking as if he knows nothing!"

Tony spun around and saw a man with a group of police official. Tony, who was already shaken, did not react when an official put a handcuffed him. He started to ask "Wait a minute! What is this? Why I am holding this knife? What..."

"Don't act as if you know nothing, get it? The game is up buddy. Don't waste your energy arguing here. You may need it afterwards." snapped the man and got a nod from an official. "Are you not ashamed to kill a poor man and a doctor? That too how you killed them without mercy. I would have killed myself if I had even thought that." shuddered the man.

"I don't know what you..." started Tony.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear a single word from you. Get it? Just shut it, ok?" interrupted the official who handcuffed Tony and started to drag him to before they reach the police jeep, Tony was felt something long thudding down behind his ear. He was knocked out before the brain could register what had happened.

                             ***

George fumed so much so he was boiling with anger. He has been cheated and above all by his trustworthy friend. He made his mind to go to his office straight away, after reading the letter written by Craig James, the traitor. As he reached the office, he opened his mouth to call out the receptionist's name but closed it again when he heard the whisper which snaked through the office. He immediately hid behind a wall as he strained to hear and follow the conversation.

"…I did not mention you at all in the meeting. Please believe me." It definitely sounded like the receptionist who was sounding as if he was talking to a ghost. His voice was very timid even when compared to his normal voice.

'How did George Turner got to know this?" said a new voice, which was rather a sneering voice. The voice reminded of someone. Yes! The voice was just like that of Tony. Now George's anger felt as if they were miles away. George got a feeling that a new problem was arising.

"M-Mr. Turner got to know about it via CCTV camera. Please believe me."

Tony glanced at the men for a second. The receptionist was looking as if he having a heart attack. The other man was bit peculiar. He was covered black from top to bottom and also had covered his face with a metal covering. George froze and widened his eyes as he saw the words engraved on the covering. 'XYZ'. So, XYZ has followed it to the CBI! thought George with horror.

The dark figure might have sensed his presence, as he looked back. But fortunately for George, he immediately ducked away from the XYZ view. Then, XYZ sniggered at the receptionist and took a clean knife and sliced the throat of the poor man in a single move. George forced himself not to gasp. XYZ just killed a man without any mercy. He killed the man as if he was brushing down the dirt which was causing him hindrance. XYZ cleared off the office hurriedly and carefully George shadowed him. Suddenly XYZ started to run. He ran very swiftly as if hundred dogs were behind him. He did not go that far because he suddenly slipped and closed his head to a lamp post. He was lying on the wet floor when a red-faced man was walking and was taken aback when saw the blood dripping knife. He immediately ran to get the police. In the meanwhile, XYZ woke up and looked completely shocked. And when he saw the knife and when he threw the metal covering, the biggest surprise of the day came to the picture. It was Tony, not XYZ! But what about the killing? Tony was a sort of person who did not even hurt a fly. It would be crazy to believe that Tony is the killer of the poor receptionist. Then he remembered about the words engraved on the covering. Could Tony be the XYZ? George felt that he is going to faint. No way is friend could be the killer of killers! He saw friend speaking with the police with his eyes enlarged. It sounded so genuine. He listened the conversation for some time and felt sick. The man also killed a doctor! He found himself praying for this all to be a nightmare. He suddenly knew what was the truth. It hit him so suddenly that he started to wondered why he did think of that? Then he fitted the pieces of evidence one by one inside his mind. Then he cried with frustration for why he hadn't thought of it earlier. But it wasn't that late to get the right XYZ. He scanned his surrounding and found a club. That's what he needed. He saw that the police were dragging the poor man to the jeep. He lunged forward and with a battle-cry and smashed the club on back of his head. He was knocked out instantly. The police saw the George as if they found him robbing a bank.

"Hey, who are you? Why did you hit the killer?". An official tried to hold the collar of George's shirt but he dodged clean away and took out his office card in a single move to let the police know who he is.

The police started at the card and tuned at once meek with their head bowed. "Sorry sir. We did not know you were…"

"Just listen first and then talk. I am going to take him" George pointed the man "to my lodge. Can I rely upon you all not to breath a word to anyone?"

"Certainly sir." said an official.

 "What about to sign the papers?" asked a junior official.

"You fool! He is a Sub-Chief Inspector. We only ask the people till Inspectors to sign the papers." said the higher official, and nodded his head with apology to George.

George congratulated his luck for he was suspended today. If he had suspended yesterday, the board would have to a stamp on his card saying 'SUSPENDED'. He then asked "Can you give me a lift to C117 Frampton Street?"

"My Pleasure sir" said the higher official as if he was welcoming a royal to his jeep.

Soon, George found him alone with the man in his garage. It is time to see XYZ, he thought.

How to Kill the killer of killers?

It took about 1 hour to put everything in place. It was not like that George had to tidy his room but to take all the measures so that the man could not escape. First, he checked the man if he had any weapon. When he had completed it, he lifted the man with all his force and made him pass through the metal detector. Of course after all this, George could not take chances. He was very angry with himself not guessing the right piece even when he had been given a hint.

"But now, just focus what you are doing" said George to himself, "if you make a single mistake, even God cannot save you"

 It seemed that those words helped him to clear the anger out of his mind. He took a 3-meter cord from his garage and fished out 6-meter cord for a garbage heap. Then he took a long steel rod and hit the man with full force on his sternocleidomastoid, the muscle behind his ears. He could not let the man to scamper around his house while he was preparing the man's coffin. He grabbed a knife and a lighter from a drawer and felt the cold metal of the man's gun. He left them aligned on a table which was at least 5 feet from a chair which was going to take the weight of the man and could be the man's coffin. After that, he tied the man so tightly that he was getting bruises already. Then he waited for him to wake up.

The man woke slowly and silently that even George could not tell whether he had at last woken. Then when the man found himself tied, he shook his head and roared.

It happened all of a sudden that George jumped on his chair with a fright. After that only, the man noticed that he had a company. He stared at George for a second and sneered "Seems you got me doing my job, Mr. Turner."

"What did you say? Your job? I saw what bloody job you did. To you, killing people seem to your duty? What harm did the poor receptionist or the doctor did to you to fall as a victim of your stupid act?" exclaimed George.

"You don't even know which doctor I killed." giggled the man.

"Oh shut up! Which doctor you killed is not the matter. You killed a doctor that matters, idiot. Doctors are living gods; don't you know that?" fumed George.

"Living gods or evil. I just don't care. They were one of the many thorns to my mission so I kicked them out of my way. What is MY mistake about that?" retorted the man.

George slapped tight on the man's face. The man's cheek got red impression of George's hand, still he started to giggled.

"I suppose you don't know my side of story." said the man, who was still giggling through he had a pained quality as if he had remembered something bad. 

"I did not know that YOU had a story to tell." said the surprised George "Well no problem. Tell me now." he demanded.

"I would have told you if you were born a dog which would have suited you better. But unfortunately, according to my eyes, you are a human so I better not tell you that." chortled the man.

George in such a temper like never before. He reached for the knife and swiped it on the face of the man. The man grimaced with pain but after that continued to guffaw. "Do you think this knife could loosen my tongue? Well, you are wrong because you are talking to a person who held a knife and killed a man when he was only 5 months. Seems impossible, right? Killing a person when 5 months. What a joke!" the man laughed like a menace. Suddenly, he leaned forward and said "But I can promise you that it is true."

"I thought you killed your first victim when 1 month." said George, truthfully.

"You know it?"

"Of course I know. Why the heck do you think I tied a teenager like that?" acknowledged George, through his gritted teeth.

The man got frustrated of that statement made by George. He let out a sigh and then asked "How did you know that?"

"I too have some brain." said George with a smile.

"Glad to know."

"Do you want me to call the police or you want to relate your story?" asked George, giving the man 2 choices.

"Hehe! Well, I not saying my story because of your funny threat but because I want to relate it. By the by, you are blessed to hear it as you are the first person to hear it." sneered the man and started his story. It ran like this:

"I born in the way like no other. I was born by problem in someone's brain and the someone was the one and only Mr. Diamond. When I woke up or you could say that when I became a different individual, I saw that I was inside a room with just a fan creaking above the ceiling. By then, I did not know that I was sharing my body with someone else who I wish to kill in the most horrendous way ever. After waking up, I got out and sneaked out of the hospital. Not knowing what I was doing, I wandered around the streets and got lost. Of course, that is what you expect a 1 hour old boy to do." he smiled crookedly. "And after 3 days, I found a couple who had lost their own child and wanted to adopt me. Hungry and thirsty as I was, I agreed to everything the couple said to get a bite to eat. Even though I was not their own child, they treated me as if I was a royal. I got lots of love from them for 3 months. But after that an official of HawksEye came and murdered them both for owning their property. They intended to use that land for smuggling the illegal drugs and as the land inherited by the dead couple was well-hidden from the police and all, it made a good place for their smuggling. He turned to kill me too but I soon got the hold of a knife for the first time and with a single throw, finished the official. How was the moment like? Believe it or not, I felt amazing to kill someone who murdered my parents. After 4 days of wandering, I finished my supply of food, taken from my late parent's house. Then I wondered. Why should not I join the same institution which I plan to destroy? Well I would get a better idea about the structure of the institution. So, after 3 months, I joined the academy at 11 years old- or you could say when Tony was 11 years old. Even though I was the youngest there, I was the most talented pupil in that stupid academy. In fact, the teachers thought me as a genius in the art of killing. After I was 15 years, they sent me to different missions. Now, consider this situation. If I directly killed all the officials secretly, the academy might smell the rat and take me down. That is why I killed down all the officials one by one when they were busy in their operations. The latest one I killed was Tim Harrier. But still 4 officials are left to kill. Now after I killed the late Mr. Harrier, I did something which was done to a sheep. Do you guess? Okay, I cloned myself and between you and me, I am not joking." said XYZ, who was now roaring with laughter when he saw George's reaction. "While I am busing here, they are busy with their job. After they have done their job, I will finish them up and would transplant my brain to get rid of Tony. And then, the rest will depend on the future."

"You are mad." said George, who was only able to say that sentence at that particular time.

"Certainly I agree with you. Now I will give you 2 options. That is either take the 2 lives from this body and say goodbye to your loser friend or forget about me and I will forget about you. Rest all lies in your hands." smiled XYZ, as if he knew George better that George himself.

George began to consider the options and then at last took the gun.

"Well?" XYZ was getting impatient.

"I chose first option." said George simply.

"Ha! What about your loser friend? Are you saying goodbye to him?" sniggered XYZ.

"You killed yourself."

"What does that meant to mean?" asked XYZ, who was getting confused.

"You said you cloned yourself into 4 clones."

"Um... that's true."

"If there are 4 XYZs, there are 4 Tonys as well" said George simply as a simpleton and shot the XYZ before he could react.

After killing the killer of killers, George left his garage.

TO BE CONTINUED 

AUTHOR OF THIS STORY IS N B RITESH VARSHAN, SON OF BALAJI NATARAJAN.

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