PRIME- Chapter 7

7. The Stranger

The door was knocked…once, twice. And the figure finally decided to enter the room. The muddy impression of the brown leather woodland shoes was left on the white marbled floor.
The room the figure entered was entirely dark.
‘Hi Clauwen’ a cold voice uttered.
The figure woke up and asked angrily, ‘Who the hell is fuckin in now?’
‘Your father motherfucker’ the other figure replied.
‘Who’ inquired clauwen as he sat on his butts ,switched on the table lamp.
‘You’ shouted Clauwen with fear, his eyes telling his fear, sweats slipping from his cheeks.
‘But how could you…’
‘Everything is possible is this fuckin world…Isn’t it son’
‘You didn’t die but now you would’ Said Clauwen killing his fear with a bad grin ‘Guaa…’
But before he could yell the whole word, the tip of the revolver in the stranger’s hand was stuffed in the stinking mouth.
‘Now you money fucker, for how much you were sold?’
Sick sounds were poking out of his mouth, he could not say anything.
Flintop slowly removed the remover… ‘Guaa…’
‘You mother fucker, next time you try to gua, You’ll see your ass hole rusted. Now Speak’
Flinop said as he removed the revolver aiming at him. ‘Now fuck out’
With a terror he finally uttered ‘ya ya know him’
Flintop grinned ‘Thanks’ and shot down the table lamp and everything went under darkness.



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PRIME- Chapter 6

6. “I Know I61”

They were drunk partially, talking of their old times. Suddenly they heard a screech of a car which ceased near their house.
‘Who the fuck is here now’ Grevelauy muttered and stood up as he approached the window.
‘CRRRACK’ the sound summoned, a paper wrapped over a stone thrashed the window pane, and broke it, the patterns of the cracks put their impression on the window and the stone struck Grevelauy’s forehead. ‘Crap’ cried Grevealauy, Jenafur stood up. The screech egressed off the car, the car startled and it sped up.
‘Go catch it’ cried Grevelauy. Jenafur ran towards the broken window pane, jumped through it.
There was dark all over, he could just see the rear lights of the car and number plate? Painted black, even the car.

Jenafur chased, car raced, 100 meters were enough for his eyes to be red, sweats to drain through his pale face, drenching his shirt. Huffing and puffing, he harked back to home.
Grevelauy resting over the wooden chair, ‘He on his way and you on yours! Isn’t it Brosir’ Grevelauy mouthed.
‘Well what’s Brosir ’huffed Jenafur drinking a glass of water.
‘I invite you to become my boss’
‘What?’
‘You- detective, I- secretary’
‘Why?’
‘Can’t I Be?’
‘Of course, you can but what’s it- Brosir?’
‘You are my brother and boss sir- Brosir’
‘O.K’ Jenafur muttered as he forwarded to his room which was Flintop’s.
‘Wait’ uttered Grevelauy and as Jenafur heard it he halted.
‘Now what?’ asked Jenafur in a dizzy tone
‘By the way what is I61’ inquired Grevelauy.
‘I61’ Jenafur seemed a little stunned at this word. ‘How the hell you came to know about it?’
‘Well the paper over that stone says something like “I KNOW I61’’’
‘What’ Jenafur drew near Grevelauy, seized the paper, stared at it ‘Well it’s not a big fuckin’ thing I61 is a code which I used, still use’
‘Code’
‘Like 007 for James Bond’
‘He’s a detective and you are a secretary’
‘Now I am also a detective… but who the hell knows it’



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PRIME- Chapter 5

5.GREVEALAUY
Sitting on the wooden chair, lost in the dark, Jenafur opened the cap of the Scotch whiskey, stuffing his face in his hands, he held out one wine glass from the shelf nearby, poured in the liquor. But before his lips could touch the rim of the wine glass, a knock at the door let the whisky fell out of the glass. He hesitated to stand, but before he could do that too, the figure entered and went straight forward to meet the other figure. Still not clearly visible in the dark.
‘Hey who are you?’ asked Jenafur
‘Don’t know me’ the other figure asked.
‘Who are you now?’
‘Your brother’
‘My brother’
‘Grevelauy’
‘Grevelauy’ Jenafur said as he switched on the lights. He face was filled with a look of surprise, happiness which changed back into a look full of depression. He seated back at the original position.
‘Hey! Whazzup Jen why is your face hangin’ like a piece of banana, crushed banana?’
‘No it’s not that’
‘Then what it is’
‘You know my boss’
‘That dickhead’
‘Hey he’s not that’
‘So what has happened to him?’
‘Flintop Sir are murdered’
‘Murdered! That’s really a bad news- so that’s why you were drinking’
‘I’ve just touched the glass- I’m drinking for his death and my success’
‘Your success in his death’
‘No! Damn you- the mayor has charged me the duty of the detective’
Grevealauy jumping to his knees. ‘Oh really! That’s great news- one for me too’
‘And why’ Jenafur began to speak as he took out another wine glass and began pouring liquor in it. ‘You didn’t told me why you here after a long time’
‘Just here don’t ya know I’ve finished my training’
‘Oh! So lets have it for that’ Jenafur said jollily as he struck the glasses "CHEERS" both spoke.
‘Isn’t it bitterer? Grevelauy inquired.
‘Ya tastes like’ Jenafur replied.
‘Hope you have added water’ Grevelauy said.
‘ Water, the one thing I always forget.’ Jenafur told as both cheered once again.



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