Chapitre 18: 16.Don or Bhargav?
The hum of the Plane was the only sound that filled my ears as I stared out the small window, watching the clouds drift by like soft, white cotton. My thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, excitement, and determination as I prepared for my mission given by Uncle Roy. While also Looking at the Mission given by System, as this was the first time it has given before the start of Plot.
-Mission : Get the Piece of Brahmashirā
Reward :Astra Authority (AA)
AA: Host can Use all types of Astra, Copy their Ability and if near any Astra, Can Summon Them.
Description: track down a professor working on classified defense technology. However, instead of passing on sensitive information, the professor is suspected of transferring a suitcase containing the Mythical weapon piece of Brahmashirā to Vardhaan.
"System what is Brahmashirā"
-Brahmashirā : ( It is considered a more potent form of the Brahmāstra. While the Brahmāstra is a divine weapon created by Brahma, the Brahmashirā is described as an advanced version of Brahmastra and have four times the strength of the Brahmāstra.)
from this I can say, I had been thrust into a movie world but with one astonishing twist that super power exists here.
When the aircraft landed in Dublin, the cool, crisp air rushed in as I stepped outside, invigorating me. As My Phone Buzz. As I picked up the Video Call.
"Dev, have you arrived in Dublin?"
Uncle Roy said, his voice calm but commanding.
"Yes, Plane Just Landed"
He sighed. "The operation this time, is a request from my old friend. I need you to track someone down and retrieve the item he has. They're tied to something big, something dangerous, Something super-, "
my one arm in my pocket, waiting for him to continue. But he didn't.
"That's it? Why did you Stop in the middle?"
His lips twitched into a smile, the same one he used when he was hiding something. "You'll figure it out. And also if you feel something wrong escape without thinking."
I shook my head, annoyed.
"Dev," a voice interrupted me,
"Guess he arrived, bye Uncle take care."
Hanging up, I turned to see, a stoic man named Arjun, waiting for me near the terminal exit. He had been briefed on my mission, and the urgency behind it. But his smile, as if-
'Insight'
(Insight: Trueform Perception
Description: Ability to see through disguises, deceptions, and illusions, revealing a person's true identity, intentions, and appearance.)
the Ability I got after Sheena Becomes my Slave.
"Let's go over the details one more time," he said, his voice steady and serious.
"The professor you're looking for is Dr. Aakash Mehra. He's believed to be transferring a highly sensitive disk containing blueprints for next-generation weapons technology to a criminal syndicate run by a man named Don."
I nodded, my smile, can't widen more. "What do you know about Don?"
"He's not just any criminal," Arjun replied with a little arrogance, adjusting his glasses. "He's highly influential, with connections that reach across borders. His syndicate is ruthless and well-armed, making it difficult for anyone to infiltrate. Dr. Mehra is crucial to him because the disk contains technology that could destabilize governments and last but not least no one has seen Don, but I have heard he looks very handsome."
"you and your sarcastic humour, What Are you doing here."
"What do you mean?, I am here to help you."
"Seriously Brother Bhargav or, should I Say-
"Don." I finished my sentence.
"What are you talking ab-
"I don't have time to play your games, by the way I heard from uncle, that after you burndown the whole Godown full of gangsters you are going to live without violence."
"Well you can say, it's related to my guru."
"What guru?, and why don't I know about this."
"Well, some things are better not known."
"forget that, What's our approach?" I asked, wanting to know how to tackle this intricate web of danger.
"We have to get close to Dr. Mehra," he said, surprising me. "As after so many years it's third piece has been finally found and we have to find out where he gets it from."
"what third piece?" I smiled saying third, the name rolling off my tongue.
"You hear it wrong I said, Disk yeah, Disk?"
"Stay vigilant," Brother Bhargav cautioned.
"Now let's go to where we will be staying."
As we made my way through the bustling streets of Dublin, I felt the excitement of the chase coursing through my veins.
He took me to a nearby hotel, in name only as it has an underground floors upto 10 floors a place that would serve as our base of operations. After getting fresh, I quickly set to work, rifling through information on Dr. Mehra and the criminal syndicate. I learned that he frequented certain libraries with historical knowledge of Hinduism.
"Brother Bhargav, I am going out to get some fresh air."
After informing Brother Bhargav, It was time to dive into the nightlife and see what I could discover.
That evening, I stepped into a dimly lit bar, the air thick with laughter and the sound of clinking glasses. I felt the buzz of energy as I scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of Fun for me. The place was alive with people who danced and reveled, lost in their own worlds.
As I leaned against the bar, ordering a drink, I caught a glimpse of a woman across the room. She was captivating, with dark hair cascading down her shoulders and an air of confidence that drew my attention like a moth to a flame.
"Katrina Kaif" I whispered to myself, recognizing her from the Movies I had seen.
I watched as she moved gracefully through the crowd, her laughter ringing like music. But I want to know, how she is.
Better than letting my guard down, With resolve, I pushed off the bar and made my way toward her, weaving through the throng of bodies.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked, flashing a smile that I hoped conveyed charm and confidence.
She turned to face me, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she took me in.
"And who might you be?" she replied, her tone playful yet cautious.
"Just a guy enjoying the atmosphere," I said, maintaining eye contact.
"But I'd be much more interested if I could share it with someone intriguing."
"Intriguing, huh? You're quite bold." Her lips curved into a smirk.
"I've learned that boldness is often rewarded," I replied, leaning in slightly.
"How about you tell me your name?"
"Zoya," she said, studying me with curiosity.
"What's your name?"
"Dev," I introduced myself, the moment feeling charged with possibility.
"Nice to meet you, Dev," she replied, her voice smooth.
"What brings you here?"
"Just passing through," I said, keeping my tone casual.
"I heard this place had an exciting vibe."
"Exciting is one way to put it," she replied, taking a sip of her drink.
"But it can also be dangerous. Are you sure you're ready for that?"
"I thrive on danger," I said, matching her intensity.
"What about you?"
Her gaze flickered, revealing a glimpse of her guarded nature.
"I have my own reasons for being here. But I'll keep those to myself for now."
I could sense that she was sizing me up, trying to determine whether I was a friend or a foe.
"Fair enough," I said, leaning back and giving her space. "I respect that."
We chatted for a while, the conversation flowing easily despite the undercurrents of tension.
"So, what do you do, Zoya?" I asked, watching her closely.
"I work as a Caretaker," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she was testing my reaction.
"What about you?"
"Let's just say I'm an explorer," I replied, keeping my answer vague.
"I like to get to the bottom of things."
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. "Sounds like you might be a little too curious for your own good."
"Curiosity is a virtue in my line of work," I countered, maintaining eye contact.
"But I'm not here to stir trouble. Just trying to enjoy the night."
Zoya considered my words, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "You're certainly different from the usual crowd. I'll give you that."
As we spoke, I felt the connection between us grow stronger. Her wit and intelligence were captivating, and I couldn't help but admire her.
"Are you always this guarded?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"Only when I feel like I need to be," she replied, her tone slightly defensive.
"This city has its dangers."
"I get it," I said, nodding.
"But sometimes, taking risks can lead to the best experiences."
She smiled knowingly, her eyes sparkling.
"You sound like you've had your fair share of adventures."
"You could say that," I replied, allowing my charm to shine through.
"But I'm always looking for the next one."
Just as the conversation started to flow smoothly, Zoya's phone buzzed on the table, breaking the moment. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting to one of concern.
"I need to take this," she said, rising from her seat.
"Of course," I replied, watching her walk away.
'I think she hasn't met Tiger yet. I knew I had to make my next move quickly, before she meets the tiger.'
As I stood at the bar, I considered how to proceed. I needed to find a way to gain her trust, to dig deeper into her world and make her mine.
After a few moments, Zoya returned, her demeanor a little more serious. "Sorry about that," she said, taking her seat again. "Work calls, you know?"
"Always," I said, leaning in slightly. "But I think we could use a little distraction."
"Distracting me, are you?" she teased, a glimmer of playfulness returning to her eyes.
"Just trying to keep things light," I replied, flashing her a disarming smile. "What do you say we step outside for some fresh air?"
She considered my offer, her expression contemplative. "Alright, let's see what you've got."
As we stepped outside, the cool breeze wrapped around us, bringing a sense of clarity. The noise of the bar faded
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To be Continued
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