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government.
    In an all-out mayhem scenario, it would be a time for huge paycheques for the police who would take over the job of underworld shooters, being heavily bankrolled by a couple or more of the ambitious gang-lords.
    It would herald a new order in the scheme of things and the hierarchy would re-establish itself yet again. Nevertheless, this re-working of the order would entail only one thing for Rashique’s gang – they would be hunted down in the gullies of Mumbai like rabid mangy dogs.
    Jai knew there were still a few days for the shit to hit the fan.
    Jai, though, had only a few hours to get the hell out of there.
    If Abdul was saner than he gave him credit for, then things would pan out a bit differently. Munna Bashir was a widower and did not have any children of his own. A little respect and acknowledgement from Abdul for Bashir as the new gang leader would smoothen the transition.
    Maybe Hazari Baba would be able to talk sense into Abdul.
    Once the succession had been settled, the hunt would then begin for the killers of Rashique Bhai . The gang would go after Rajan’s gang, it being the most likely of suspects. It was necessary to avenge Bhai for the sake of revenge and also to establish the fact that Bhai may be dead but that his gang was not. That scenario again led to a bloodbath on the streets of Mumbai.
    The similar culmination of all the various trains of thoughts made Jai shudder in alarm.
    ‘The future is fucked,’ he thought to himself.
    He realised that whichever way this broth boiled, it would ultimately curdle to shit.
    He had to make sure that by the time this crap boiled over, he should be far, far away.
    ‘Rashique, Maader… ,’ thought Jai and then stopped midway in his thoughts. Maybe he should not cuss at a dead man.
    Jai was in his room at Ghatkopar. He and Billoo Thakre shared the room and paid the rent, split both ways. Jai looked around. Billoo was nowhere to be seen. Billoo, bastard! He must not have come back last night. He must have sodded off at some whore’s.
    He gasped and lay down on the bed again, clutching at his hair. There was a crack that ran across the ceiling and Jai had often wondered if the roof would come crashing down on him one night in his sleep. The rest of the room was basic. There was a fourteen-inch Samsung TV in a corner, perched over a humongous metal trunk. A tiny kerosene stove stood perched on a couple of bricks in a corner and the picture of a semi-nude Bollywood starlet hung on one wall, and one of Sachin Tendulkar on his side of the wall. A calendar with a picture of Lord Shiva completed the décor..
    ‘There could be some news of Bhai’s death on TV,’ thought Jai.
    He was about to get up to switch on the TV when Billoo burst into the room in jeans and a half-open shirt.
    ‘ Saale chutiye ! Get off your ass right now. Some haraami took a shot at Bhai last night. I just got off the phone with Ali. We need to be at Murtaza’s now.’
    Jai suddenly sat bolt upright on the bed. He knew all that already. Still he had to feign outrage and shock. Billoo was turning the bed upside down and thrashing at the pillows.
    Billoo was frantically searching for something. Jai knew what that was. He knew that Billoo was looking for his gun. In fact, he had seen him rummage for his gun before. In his nightmare…
    ‘Looking for your gun?’ Jai murmured, reliving his nightmare once again.
    ‘ Saale ! Where’s my friggin’ gun?’ Billoo shouted at Jai. Billoo never cared to hide it safely in the room. Jai had told him that, many times.
    Jai knew the gun would be found under the bedside table and that the vase on the table would come crashing down during Billoo’s search for the gun.
    Billoo turned to the table, pulled the drawers, rifled through them and shut them. He yanked at the table and the vase came crashing down on the floor.
    Jai jerked in his thoughts. The vase had indeed come crashing down. He had just thought about it a moment ago. He had thought