He was now sitting – his target almost in the range of his attack. All his knowledge of robotics and programming was about to be tested…
He looked at his equipment – it was a drone which he had programmed for a specific use. The accessories were robotic arms which he had used to modify his drone and had fitted them on the drone. Apart from the normal batteries used by the drone, he had designed and fitted an additional battery pack on the drone increasing its power and increase the time for the batteries to drain out. He was testing the programming of this type of a drone when he had slid over the border. Now his programming was complete and ready for testing. He powered on the remote of that drone and then powered on the drone itself. He carefully lifted a couple of bulbs which were filled by a liquid he had prepared. He was absolutely careful when he fitted the bulbs to the robotic arms of the drone. He knew that he had prepared a special chemical and filled it in those bulbs. If the bulbs were smashed and the chemical came into the contact with natural air, the chemical inside would fuse itself into a deadly nerve gas which could kill anyone within a range of about 30ft in diameter – within few seconds…
He looked at the farmhouse lawn again. Rajasaab and his so called eminent investors were now ready to sit around for their dinner – the best of wines now ready to be served.
“Enjoy your last drink.” he said smiling away to himself and kissed the pendant he wore. It was a special honorary medal he had received from The President as recognition for his services.
He powered the drone and let it fly toward the farmhouse. He carefully watched the exact location of the drone through the monitor on his remote. The images sent by the night cameras fitted on the drone were crystal clear. The drone hovered at around 300ft above the dining table as he tried judging the speed and the force of the wind. He carefully positioned the drone in to the exact position he wanted and let it hang on there. Once he was sure about the precision of the drop, he pushed the button on his remote. The robotic arms on the drone opened letting the bulbs drop down toward the dining table as a plane would drop its bombs…
“DIE – You enemies of my country.” he roared as the bulbs hit the dining table and burst open. He watched them gasp for breath and die within next few seconds.
“One down – few more to go…”
He pushed another button on the remote and the drone started to move in the direction, pre-programmed by him. He put the remote and other tools he carried into the sack. The programmed path would keep the drone guided till it flew over the jungle to the patch of the river where Leela’s sister was eaten up by crocodiles and land there. He was sure that the noise created by the drone would attract a crocodile who would snap at it, breaking it into many pieces. Nobody would ever know who and how did someone manage to kill Rajasaab. The remains of the drone would lie at the bottom of the river in the river infested by crocodiles and nobody would dare to check that location for years to come.
He heard the horn sounded by the approaching passenger train at a distance. It was now approaching the curve near the start of the hill. He ran downhill. He reached the railway track and hid behind a rock which he guessed would be in front of the compartment he was booked.
His guess was correct. The compartment he had marked with the huge cross was about few steps away from where he hid when the train halted. He had a fishy feeling as he looked at the train. The ventilating shutters of every window on the train – no matter, which bogie – no matter, which compartment were pulled down. Nobody seemed to be willing to peep out to know where the train had halted. He quickly climbed on to his compartment and opened the door, fully alert to any ambush.
He breathed a sigh of relief – the compartment was empty and untouched. He closed the door behind him even as the train started to move on toward Dheemapur. He changed back into the clothes he had been wearing when he had boarded the train. He carefully hid his dark dress, the remote of the drone and other accessories in the bottom of his main bag.
He picked up a piece of a wet soiled cloth and carefully erased the chalk mark he had put on the door and threw the cloth out to the wind. He shut the door and sat on the berth. He looked at the suitcase full of Rajasaab’s illegal cash and burst out laughing.
“Thank you Rajasaab.” he said laughing, “This illegal cash of yours is going to be used to eliminate other bastards and enemies of the country like you. Though this money is illegal, this money is going to help me and help the country.”
He was happy that the entire operation of eliminating Rajasaab had gone as per his plan. It was a total success. Rajasaab was dead. Nobody knew who did it. He had the illegal money which he could use for eliminating his next target, may be, all the remaining targets. He was still a saint for the people of Dheemapur and this reputation would be with him when he travelled to the destination of the next target. People who worked with Rajasaab thought he was loyal and now working for Rajasaab and was travelling to make Rajasaab’s next project successful. It was Rajasaab who had booked his travel to Sambhalmati. He had been travelling in the train all the way from Bhama junction – the ticket checker was a perfect witness. There was nobody who remotely could even dream that he had carried out the assassination of Rajasaab.
He stood in front of the mirror in the toilet of his compartment again and reverently kissed the medal in a sense of achievement. He took the medal off his neck and carefully placed it back in his bag.
He opened the shutters of the windows and let the fresh air of victory come in and cool him with its breeze.
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