Marcos Betrayal

by M J Anand

  Sonia inspected the panels. ‘Sir, it is not an encryption. Someone is there. He’s physically severed the feed. The network feed from G1 is unavailable.’ Sonia was appalled.

  ‘This is the worst day of my life.’ Prakash had been completely outwitted.

  A blast ripped through the army intelligence wing. The walls held, but the waves shattered anything else that came its way. Prakash could feel the vibrations even in the control room secured with tons of steel shield. Abhimanyu’s bunker was shaken to its core.

  A large dust bowl rose through the rubble over the army intelligence wing parking bay and rendered the snipers useless. Video feed from Sasha’s room had gone blank. The security analyst shifted to another live camera barely functioning. It had a view of her room from the alley.

  The pictures were hazy but told a grisly story. The blast had destroyed everything in the vicinity with no trace of life. Time had stopped ticking for Amjad. After several minutes, Team Charlie reached the spot only to find her bed shredded to pieces. There was no evidence of any life lost there—no body pieces, no muscles, or blood spatter. She was not dead.

  The firing at the officer’s mess had also stopped with the blast, as if the dust bowl had devoured the gunmen. But Amjad couldn’t find any fedayeen bodies near the mess either. It was time to accept the reality.

  ‘We’ve lost her,’ Amjad announced, overlooking Prakash, who sat in the control room with his head in his folded hands, drowning in his own failure.