In the shadowy outskirts of Delhi, under the veil of a moonless night, the Skull Organisation's mercenaries stood in solemn formation. Their faces were cloaked in the darkness as they gathered to bid farewell to a young man who had orchestrated a mission that would leave an indelible mark.
Red Rose, already aboard the awaiting air jet, glanced at the scene outside with an air of quiet anticipation.
"Das, it's time," she spoke, her voice a hushed command that resonated through the night.
Das, acknowledged her words with a nod. Before ascending the air jet, Das turned around and to take a brief look at the large crowd who wiped the Farus family camp. He surveyed the formidable assembly of individuals who had dismantled the Farus family's army camp with precision. As he prepared to make his way towards the air jet, his mobile phone pierced the stillness with a classic, melodic tone.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!