Chapitre 24: secret club activities
On Sunday,
I was in the art room working on my artwork by myself. The teacher was in the staff room, busy with submissions and arranging artworks for the competition. I was engrossed in my work when Rahul texted the group chat that he would be late due to personal reasons but would definitely come.
I got up from my seat and took a step back to examine my artwork from a distance. I thought to myself that I needed to add some minor details, especially to the books. I grabbed a small brush to work on it.
Earlier that morning, my mom had said, "Eat breakfast and then go outside, okay?" I replied, "Hey, Mom, you know you don't have to work on weekends. Recently, I won a chess competition, and the prize was substantial. I'm also working part-time, and they pay well enough, so you don't have to work so hard."
My mom replied with a gentle smile, "Okay, okay, but I can't cancel my work today. I'll tell them that I'm not coming in on weekends for work anymore."
I said, "Okay, don't push yourself too hard, okay? Take care. Bye!" My mom replied, "Bye, and eat breakfast on time," before walking out the door.
I quickly finished my breakfast and sent a message on our group chat on the Telegram app. I received a reply stating that the parcel had been placed on the spot and that I should check. I muttered to myself, "Good."
Then another message came in, asking what we were going to do and whether we should handle it ourselves or inform the police. I replied, "We're not local gangsters, so don't talk like that. The entire affair will be handled by the division captain and leader, so don't worry about it."
I apologized, saying, "Sorry, sir, I just can't keep myself down after discovering this kind of thing. I'm really sorry for my behavior." I received a response reminding me to be careful not to make mistakes since we operate in an illegal manner. I sent a message and cleared the entire chat before deleting the group.
Yes, I run a secret club, and what that club does, you ask? You'll get to know in the future. I wore casual clothes with a mask and cap to go outside and get some Xeroxes. Every college has two or three Xerox shops, and their success depends on the distance from the college and the price.
Our club runs a Xerox shop near the college that is cheap but at a distance. I boarded a bus, remembering to send a message to Harsh: "I need to meet you. It's urgent." I sent the message and gave him a missed call.
The bus arrived at the college stop, and I got out, walking towards the Xerox center named "Good Morning." Since it was Sunday, the Xerox shop was closed. I approached the shop and wrote down a Morse code message on a cheat sheet, sliding it in through a hole. Someone from inside handed me a Coke bottle. I didn't know who it was, and they didn't know who I was. I took the bottle and walked away.
Everyone has a designated time to meet at the Xerox shop to exchange information if they have any. This way, we can't overlap and expose our identities. I headed towards the bus stand again, looking around and confirming that no one was watching. I drank the entire bottle slowly, searching for a message on the bottle written with a black marker.
When I saw the initials of the message, I drank the rest of the bottle in one breath. On the bottle, there was an email ID and password, along with a message that read, "Login, you got your parcel." I took out my phone and logged in to the email with the provided password. There was a file uploaded named "parcel." I downloaded it and deleted it from the cloud, also deleting the account.
I slid the cap of the bottle back inside and scratched out the message with a black marker before throwing it in the dustbin. I headed towards the college entrance to meet Shruti and help her.
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