In my Devil's Arms

" As in kidnapped", said Manav.

" Yes", said Numaan.

" Zoya get up", Riya said softly.

" Zaid it was Zaid", she said to Numaan.

" It was indeed", he answered.

He looked calm but he was angry.

" Lets go after them. They might hurt him", she said.

" They had weapons Vicky", he ignored Zoya. " I am calling Salman. We need police", he said.

" Yes please please", Zoya got frantic.

" I am taking the girls home", said Manav.

" That would be good ", said Vicky. "I have a licenced gun. I am getting it".

" I have one too", said Manav.

" Get it", said Vicky.

" Vicky its risky", said Riya.

" We will not be rash beautiful", said Vicky.

" If you have Sharman's number call him", said Vicky. " He definitely has gun".

" You are right"., said Manav.

He dialled it.

" Sharman leave Sonia and come. Get your gun. We have a situation here".

" Coming", he said.

Numaan called Salman.

" Hello", said Salman.

" Salman its Zaid. He is in trouble again. With some goons.Yes come please. Yes get my device", Vicky heard him saying on phone." How can we find him", sobbed Zoya.

" I have a tracker on that amulet you gave him", said Numaan. " Another on his chain".

" Tracker", Vicky raised a brow.

IT MEANS IT WAS NOT THE FIRST TIME HE WAS IN TROUBLE.

" Go with Manav", said Numaan to Zoya.

" He will be fine".

" You also take care of yourself. And don't get yourself killed", she said crying. Then she hugged him and left.

Numaan stood open mouthed.

The girls left with Manav.

Vicky and Manav came back with guns and licence. Sharman came. He brought Duleep too. Salman arrived with a gun and a mini laptop.

" Here take your device", he handed the laptop to Numaan.

" Why laptop", asked Vicky.

" I am top quality hacker", said Numaan. " I help police sometimes. I am officiated by them", he explained.

" Start tracking that moron", said an exasperated Salman.

" Officer", said Sharman to Salman. " What is this about"?

" Zaid got into wrong crowd. He is a drug addict. Numaan started having doubts seeing his dialated eyelids, his changing moods and disappearances. He told me. We cornered him. He confessed".

" Does his father know", asked Manav.

" No", sighed Numaan. " He is very strict. He would have beaten the lad. He is scared. So we did not tell him".

" We need to now", sighed Salman.

" The boy needs a tough hand", said Vicky. " I am helping. Curing an addict will mean a lot to my dad".

Salman understood.

" Okay", he said patting Vicky's shoulders.

" Okay break into two groups", said Salman.

" Manav you with Duleep and Sharman. Me , Numaan and Mr. Oberoi.

" Vikram is fine", said Vicky.

Salman nodded.

Soon the six of them were moving as per the guidance of Numaan's tracking. Vicky was impressed by his friend's skills.

They stopped inside a cicle of cheap night stay hoels and illegal gambling places.

" Yeah we caught a few gamblers here", said Salman as the six pf them gathered there.

" He is inside", confirmed Numaan typing hard on computer pointing to one such hotel.

" Paradise", said Duleep.

" Listed", said Numaan. " Have a gambling and liquor licence."

" Anyone from surrounding with a licence", asked Duleep.

" They won't. Most of them lack licence", said Salman.

" None", confirmed Numaan.

Vicky was alerted. Why bother with licence when no one else does?

" Looks shady", he said.

Sharman and Duleep agreed.

" Any photographs ", asked Sharman.

" None", said Numaan.

" So we don't know what is inside", said Sharman.

" No", said Salman.

" Call back up", said Sharman.

" Umm they threw away the amulet but the signal stands. It could have just fell. He is not fine in there", said Numaan.

" How do you know amulet is removed", asked Duleep.

" I put two trackers. Amulet fell and is static. Chain one on the move", said Numaan.

" Good", said Duleep.

" If I go inside and look I will have idea of structure", said Manav.

" Take my phone", said Numaan. " Its attached to my system. Switch on camera and I get feed here".

" Okay", Manav took it.

" How are your gun skills", asked Salman.

" Rustic", said Manav.

" Average", said Vicky. OF COURSE HE CAN'T LET OTHERS KNOW THEY HAD A STRONG ELEMENTAL AMONGST THEM.

" Numaan is anti gun", said Salman.

" I wait with him", said Sharman.

" We need change of clothes. We look upper class preps right now", said Vicky. " Except for you", he pointed at Duleep who was in his pyjamas.

" Lets borrow from these clothes line", said Manav plucking a few.

They changed.

" All the best", said Numaan as they moved in.

Vikram and Duleep first then Manav and Salman.

" We are getting caught robbing them", Duleep whispered to Vicky. " Until they catch us and take to their torture place no police alert".

" I linked my BlackBerry to Numan's laptop nodded Vicky.

Salman sat on a gambling table. Manav started dancing with girls occasionally switching camera on clicking them. Numaan was getting the feed.

" The floor is hollow. Something is below", said Manav. " The roof is not concrete or hard wood. It is ply or mud. Could be easily broken", he said to Duleep who joined him with the girls.

" Got it", he returned to the table. " Action time", he said to Vicky.

They went to the bar.

" Two large scotch", ordered Vicky.

" Hey pretty girl", drink", Manav asked one of the dancers. He played his role well.

" Salman", came Sharman's voice on Salman's earpiece designed by Numaan. "Door 4 has extra guards. There we need to attack. Also staircase next to it is guarded and goes down".

Suddenly came an air fire

Bang..

" Hand over all the cash", Vicky told man on gambling counter. His hands were shaking.

As usual he was easily caught and handed to security. They confiscated BlackBerry.

" Oh you are seasoned", said a ruffian. Looks imported". He pocketed the blackberry. Recorder was on.

" Take him downstairs", said manager. "We are safe",he said to others.

Vicky quietly moved down. His gun was inside his shoes.

They got to basement.

"They are nearing Zaid", said Numaan.

" Put him with the another one", Vicky heard a familiar voice. He took the beatings and quietly went.

" He is with Zaid", Numaan said on Salman's earpiece as police backup arrived.

Salman moved to bar. This was action. Both men knew. Salman did not drink. Manav danced as Duleep started a fight close to door no 4.

" He is cheating", he said to a random man and hit him. Manav jumped hard on floor pulling a lamp ffrom upstairs. He went crahing in the baSement as roof fell.

This was Sharman's signal. Leaving one patrolling officer with Numaan he went in with two.

As Sharman came in Duleep took out a gun and hit one man on hand another on leg both guarding door 4. Sharman cleared other obstacles in way as the door was broken.

Salman air fired.

" THIS IS A POLICE RAID", he bellowed on his microphone showing his badge. " COOPERATE.

Everyone froze.

Duleep went in the room with a constable as Salman ran down leaving Sharman with another.

" Start showing papers", Sharman has gun on manager.

As Manav crashed down Vikram has signal. He juped up and kicked one ruffian. He hid behind a barrel and broke his cuffs.

NO MATCH FOR AN ELEMENTAL

Then the gunshots were fired and quiet.

" Vikram", he heard.

Manav was safe.

" In here", he said.

Salman came running in.

" Zaid is nearby",, he said.

A man was guarding him.

" I need him alive", said Salman.

Vicky nodded.

" Hands up", said Salman.

The kid tried to be smart but Vicky gave a blow to his head and he lost consiousness.

" Zaid", said Salman.

" He is unconscious ", said Manav.

Vikram looked at the other one.

" VISHNU PUNDIT"

" Ohh no", grimaced Salman. " Its the day of morons".

" You know him", enquired Vicky.

" His elder brother is my best friend".

Suddenly Numaan's voice came.

" Brother come upstairs. You got to see this".

They went up dragging the kids.

ROOM NUMBER 4 WAS A REVEALATION

Bombs, cartidges, illegal guns, bullets, ti.e bombs and what not.

" This mark", said Duleep.

Vikram knew the mark.

Two black cobras carved as one.

" This is a terrorist organization. The black cobra".

" With sheer luck we hit the right target", said Sharman.