It had been not more than half
hour after setting up myself on the roof of the second last house in the row
opposite to the one that we had to attack. I had already got a clear view of
the house and I could also watch Praveen from where I had been lying low.
When looked from the binoculars I
was pretty much confidant that the windows were closed, in fact sealed. There
were no points of attack from the windows or the terrace but still at no point
we could underestimate them, atleast with a head count of 20 people they could prove
a lot more damaging than expected even with simple arms. But with the terrace
clear I was happy of one thing, I had a higher attacking ground and had to deal
with targets only at the ground level, lower from me, easy to aim, easy to keep
the target in vision and easy to attack and mainly no need to bother counter
attack from different positions. If one thing was less of a worry there was
another thing that had started bothering me since the time I had setup myself
on that terrace and from there I was assured that even Praveen was bothered by
the same thing. It was neither the enemy nor their strength nor their arms but
it was that which is enemy of everyone. It was the attack of mosquitoes and we
both were not at all prepared ourselves for this attack and were left with just
two options – keep saving ourselves from as many possible bites and keep
itching wherever we had already been attacked!
Spies are seldom faced with situations that are not only difficult to
deal with but that wherein they should not deal with anything until and unless
the mission is being affected by it. They are trained to endure days and months
and years and ignore each and everything except the mission.
This means, we had to bear the
mosquito bites less for missing a chance of target. Its irritating, it’s
painful and its many more but nothing is more satisfying than realizing the
number of such pains that put together in all pave way for a successful
mission.
There was nothing else I could
expect to keep my eyes open on the house and my fingers ready on the trigger of
the sniper. In between every 10 minutes I had been taking a look at Praveen to
check if he was doing fine and if he was giving out any signals.
Another long hour had passed with
the conditions worsened and the sky darkened. Just when I took a turn at
Praveen thinking it was almost time for us to meet back and decide on the next
actions, I heard the sound of vehicles. The sound increased with every passing
second and within a minute a jeep took a turn into the road towards us. Even
before the dust raised by it had settled down, another jeep came in. Both the jeeps
drove from the main road, into the road that led to us and the house and
stopped in front of the house that was our target. The first thought that came to my mind was Praveen’s
position being exposed due to the headlights of the jeeps and suddenly turned
towards him. He had moved a bit inner into the forest and was now standing
behind a tree saving himself from the headlights. Contended with him being
safe, I now turned towards the jeep.
If there one word that was deleterious to Spies and their missions, it
would have been the word PANIC! Spies never get an option of panicking; instead
they should get smarter and busier in tackling down the freshly drifted situation.
The first thing I needed to do
was to keep watch on what would happen next and what happened next alarmed me.
Five persons from the first jeep and four persons from the second jeep got
down, all wearing green T-Shirts, and walked straight towards the house.
Something deep inside me said, “Yes
this is the group the RAW Agent was linked to and this is something serious.
This house is the mission!” and continued, “This long long day will be longer
than ever!”
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Vishal…
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