The enemy within!

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P-82, East of Kailash, New Delhi

India

The home was rented in the name of Mr. Ranjit Singh of Mohalla Malkana, Kapurthala. The man did not exist, except on the passport. The young man who stayed there was Colonel Amarjit Bakshi of Military Engineering Services. He had taken a premature retirement from the services to start his own firm. However, just like his passport, his firm was fake too. The firm he was actually running was the communication interception department of the Research and Analysis Wing for Northern Afghanistan.

He moved out from his home and walked down the street towards Nehru Place. It was peak hour and it was difficult to drive, even for a kilometer in this heavy traffic. He took the turn towards Satyam, and mindlessly wondered into the busy technical market before entering a great rusty tower. He pushed the door of the office at 38^th Floor – R R Lalchandani & Associates. The receptionist escorted him to a chamber, deep into the office area. The man on the other side of the table was a man in his early 50s. A Sikh with an impeccable turban and well groomed beard.

Bakshi presented a small, black box to the gentleman. “This is all the information about the blasts sir.”

The man took over the box, inspected it closely, and then tossed it away casually. Bakshi looked at him with shock.

The man rose from the chair.

Major General Virender Sekhon was a tall man at 6 feet 5. However, in the army circles, he was better known for his tall ethics and remarkable work culture than his height. At 56, he was the chief commanding officer of the communication cell of MES, and worked for the RAW as the head of communications for Asia.

“Bakshi, you’re young, and I want to tell you one thing before you grow up as an irresponsible officer; and that is to use your brain.” Sekhon said calmly and yet firmly.

He continued, as Bakshi listened with his head hung down in shame. 

“This institute is respected by our enemies, not because we use technology, but because we use brains, and looking at this box, I can only say that it originated from Uzbekistan. The question is that why would someone give you a black box obtained from Uzbek intelligence, until it is fake?”

Bakshi’s eyebrows rose involuntarily for a moment as Sekhon spoke the last part. He seemed to be in a thought. Sekhon patted on his shoulder and said again, “ Leave the blast out for now, my boy! Find the traitor in our team first!”