Operation Chaos: A Gripping Action Thriller Read Online Free Page B
Author: Himanshu Rasam
mouth was sealed with a tape. He had been dragged to a different location- something that looked like a basement. His rifle and radio were now placed on the table beside him. Right between the table and David stood the two terrorists arguing with each other. David was able to catch some bits of conversation going on ''... so we can't kill him. He is our ticket out of here. Janab , try to understand. Killing him won't do us any good. Those commandos are just above us searching for him and it won't take them long to locate this trapdoor. It is better we take him out at gunpoint and use him as our bargaining chip.''
''No, Imtiaz! Why don't you understand it even now? We were set up from the beginning itself. That rascal left us to face death from these commandos. Enough of this nuisance. I am going to put a bullet in his head and just end this,'' the other assailant said violently.
David had made sure not to reveal to his attackers the fact that he had regained consciousness. The barrel of the gun was being pointed right at him. His brain calculated his next moves- distance of his hand from the gun, the reaction time of the terrorist pointing the gun at him, the time in which the bullet would hit him and the potential damage the bullet could do to him. The belt was already slipping off his wrists steadily and all he needed was a little distraction.
A minute later he got his distraction when his radio crackled. ''Sir, Do you copy? Do you read me?''
David didn't waste a second. The moment both of his assailants turned their heads around to face the radio, he kicked hard on the right knee of the man pointing the gun at him, leaving him disoriented. The man lost his balance and was falling down when David made his next move. He banged his head onto his attacker's, folded up his leg and punched his knee onto the chest of the terrorist, knocking the wind out of him. The other terrorist reached for his pistol, aimed it at David and took the shot but missed. A split second later, David had rolled over towards the pistol of the terrorist now out cold on the floor. He had a little problem securing the gun with that belt still on his wrists. But before the second terrorist could take the next shot, David had his gun levelled on him. Both the barrels faced each other. Both of them knew there were only 2 choices- kill or get killed. Ripping off the tape from his mouth, David made the third choice. The talk.
''You sure you are pretty good with that rifle?'' asked David.
''I can blow your freaking head off, bastard,'' Imtiaz replied. Sweat trickled down his forehead and his hand trembled as he levelled the gun on David.
''Not before I put a bullet right between your eyes,'' replied David with an icy stare.
A moment of silence followed.
David then put forth his proposal.
''I see no point in blowing each other's brains away. What if I say we can cut a deal?''
Chapter 11
Just 18 minutes after the blast, the commandos were back on their legs taking control of the situation. Their leader, Ashraf, had been rushed to the nearest medical facility immediately.
Some camera clicks were distinctly visible even though the media had been restricted beyond a 300 meter perimeter from the gates of the Presidential Palace by Delhi Police. Ashraf's subordinate Captain Raghav took command of the situation and his first move was: damage control. He walked to the steps in front of the Rashtrapati Bhawan and called out for the commandos to 'Fall In.'
It only took five swift seconds for all the commandos to stand in a packed formation.
''What has happened here is a great threat to our national security. I don't think it is necessary to mention anything about this incident to anyone- not to the press and not even to your family. We need to clear this thing up tonight itself. I don't know how you are going to do it, but by the next two hours I want a full report on the situation, the explosives used, the impact suffered, the losses- human and
''No, Imtiaz! Why don't you understand it even now? We were set up from the beginning itself. That rascal left us to face death from these commandos. Enough of this nuisance. I am going to put a bullet in his head and just end this,'' the other assailant said violently.
David had made sure not to reveal to his attackers the fact that he had regained consciousness. The barrel of the gun was being pointed right at him. His brain calculated his next moves- distance of his hand from the gun, the reaction time of the terrorist pointing the gun at him, the time in which the bullet would hit him and the potential damage the bullet could do to him. The belt was already slipping off his wrists steadily and all he needed was a little distraction.
A minute later he got his distraction when his radio crackled. ''Sir, Do you copy? Do you read me?''
David didn't waste a second. The moment both of his assailants turned their heads around to face the radio, he kicked hard on the right knee of the man pointing the gun at him, leaving him disoriented. The man lost his balance and was falling down when David made his next move. He banged his head onto his attacker's, folded up his leg and punched his knee onto the chest of the terrorist, knocking the wind out of him. The other terrorist reached for his pistol, aimed it at David and took the shot but missed. A split second later, David had rolled over towards the pistol of the terrorist now out cold on the floor. He had a little problem securing the gun with that belt still on his wrists. But before the second terrorist could take the next shot, David had his gun levelled on him. Both the barrels faced each other. Both of them knew there were only 2 choices- kill or get killed. Ripping off the tape from his mouth, David made the third choice. The talk.
''You sure you are pretty good with that rifle?'' asked David.
''I can blow your freaking head off, bastard,'' Imtiaz replied. Sweat trickled down his forehead and his hand trembled as he levelled the gun on David.
''Not before I put a bullet right between your eyes,'' replied David with an icy stare.
A moment of silence followed.
David then put forth his proposal.
''I see no point in blowing each other's brains away. What if I say we can cut a deal?''
Chapter 11
Just 18 minutes after the blast, the commandos were back on their legs taking control of the situation. Their leader, Ashraf, had been rushed to the nearest medical facility immediately.
Some camera clicks were distinctly visible even though the media had been restricted beyond a 300 meter perimeter from the gates of the Presidential Palace by Delhi Police. Ashraf's subordinate Captain Raghav took command of the situation and his first move was: damage control. He walked to the steps in front of the Rashtrapati Bhawan and called out for the commandos to 'Fall In.'
It only took five swift seconds for all the commandos to stand in a packed formation.
''What has happened here is a great threat to our national security. I don't think it is necessary to mention anything about this incident to anyone- not to the press and not even to your family. We need to clear this thing up tonight itself. I don't know how you are going to do it, but by the next two hours I want a full report on the situation, the explosives used, the impact suffered, the losses- human and
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