The Third EmpireA Chapter by IrshadTamilselvan's intelligent plan to stop all the crime activitiesCHAPTER 2 �" THE
THIRD EMPIRE A busy road Café shop ---- Generally it looks too
busy, but it was half empty on that weekday morning. We were sitting on a 4x4
table, nearer to the window, facing the road side. I was looking at the table,
stirring the freshly made coffee. Poovai was looking at the road side, counting
the number of vehicles passing by. She took a deep breath and turned towards me.
I could notice that she tried to capture my eye contact, but I was not able to. “Tamil???”, Poovai in her sweet low tone. She
continued again after getting my eye contact. “What do you have decided? Silence does not help
sometimes. Talk something.” I took a little sip of coffee and began to speak.
But she interrupted and continued again. “I knew that you are going to tell me the same
story. You have been haunted with nightmares; you always see myself as a victim
in those dreams; you have a slight fear that something might happen to me if we
both get married; once this haunting dreams stops, we will get married; Please
wait till that time; Is that all right? Or do you want to hurt me more than
this?” She shouted at me. I could see
few little tear drops running down her beautiful cheeks. I wanted to hold her
hands tight and console her. But I was not able to. I was feeling guilty at
that time. She softly rubbed her tears with the kerchief and started to speak
again. “Tamil, I can understand what you are trying to
say. But my parents don’t.” She held my hands firmly and
looked into my eyes. “Tamil, listen to me. We both can sort this out
together. Take a long vacation, come out from your routines, and forget about
your job. As I already suggested, consult my Psychiatrist uncle and get rid of
those haunted dreams. Tamil…. I love you a lot. I cannot live without you.
Everything will be alright if we both get married.” She could not control her
tears running down her cheeks this time. I blamed myself. I scolded my stupid
instincts. I wanted to hug her right at that moment and console her that I
would definitely not leave you, give me some time to come out of this haunting
environment and will hold your hands like this till the end of my life. “Poovai…..???, without leaving her hands. “Hmmmm….”, she responded with a low tone and a
breaking voice. She just behaved like a 6 years old cute little girl. I could
not believe her that she was 23 years old. I got stunned for few seconds by her
overloading cuteness. This cute wonderful moment was interrupted by a phone
call. It was Constable Mani. She detached her hands from mine. “Yeah Mani, what’s up?” “Sir, we got the forensic reports and post-mortem
reports.” I looked at her and told in a
polite tone. “I have to go!” She stood up and started
walking towards her car without turning back. Chennai Government Hospital corridor --- I was
standing at a corner and looking around, wondering how humans fight all against
the odds to live a short span of life. Being in crime department, the hospital
environment did not create any special impact on me. I could see Constable Mani
was walking towards me with two files in his hands. “Sir, there are the forensic and post-mortem
reports.” I collected both the files
from him and opened the post-mortem report. I took enough time to go through
the report. I was reading the complete report word by word. Mani was patiently
waiting beside me, watching my facial expressions. “Sir, Any clue???”, Mani asked with his widened
eyes and surprised tone. “Yes. I will tell you later.” I continued reading the
forensic report word by word as I always do. My face became bright. I got a
positive instinct that this case would be closed by today. “Sir, Are we close?”, Mani surprised. “Yes Mani. We are getting close. The reports are
just expected as I thought.” I started walking along the
corridor and Constable Mani was following me. I suddenly stopped and turned
towards Mani. “Mani? Can you do me a favor?” “Sure Sir. Tell me.” “You have got his identities right?” “Yes Sir... He is Muthukumar, basically from
Thirunelveli, but settled in Chennai 25 years before. He is owning a small
textile shop and a vessel shop in T.Nagar. The team has already started
enquiring about his personal life. We will get an update by today.” “Good. Get a HQ photograph of him, ask our IT
team to check if his photo was uploaded or shared anywhere in internet using
facial pattern matching technique. Check in all medium, which uses internet. It
could by anything like Whatsapp or Facebook or any social media.” “Sure Sir” “And one more thing, get me the details of similar cases,
where the body was found just 200 to 400 meters from National Highway, which
happened in the last 2 years. Let me talk to the Commissioner and set up a
meeting in the evening. We will close this case today.” I smiled at him and he gave me
a shocking look. Things were going on very
fast. All the expected reports reached to me on time. Recent technologies might
have helped the criminals a lot nowadays. But it has helped the Police
department more than them. ‘You were powerful, you may be powerful in
future. But this time is ours. You please go and shut down yourself inside the
room. Do not come out. Otherwise you will be busted for sure. I will have you
in cuffs, behind the bar. This is Hero’s generation ‘ - Tamilselvan’s mind voice. The entire meeting room was
set up very nicely with a projector facing towards the while screen, water
bottles on each table and audio/video control system in the middle. The entire
team was in shocked and surprised about my investigation on this case. Nobody
had expected that this case had moved in a lightning speed and we were so close
within a day. We all were waiting for the
Commissioner to join. I was looking at the reports that we collected today.
Presenting our investigation clearly to the higher officials is tougher than
the ground level investigation. Once the Commissioner entered, he directly
pointed out at me and asked, “Tamilselvan, Whats up?? Have we cracked
something on this case??” “Yes Sir. With your permission, May I???” I waved my hands towards the
projector and the white screen. “Yeah sure. The dais is yours.” Commissioner provided me the
space to explain about the investigation on this case. “Good Evening officers. Before I start with my
investigation report, I would like to give an overview of paid killing and its
history.” I got interrupted by one of
the officers. “What is the relevance of paid killing in this
case?” “Let Tamilselvan explain”, Commissioner signaled
me to continue. I gave him a thankful smile and continued again. “Paid killing or paid killers is not that we find
only in this period. There is a deep down history about their evolution. The
dark side of human is the main source for the existence of paid killing. When
humans entered into civilizations, they also grow vengeance, hatred, jealous,
greed along with them. For the past 2000 years, we could witness that paid
killing has become a vital part in all criminal activities. They hire people to
kill their own family members as a result of hatred and greediness. Several
Kings had used this way to occupy the throne without much effort. As days
passed by, the hatred and vengeance was continuously growing among the people.
This leads the paid killing to grow as a business. They created a network and
have become a huge business in the underground. When political killings became
the country’s favorite, paid killers had got investments on their business,
just like a stock market business in the underground. This business spread all
over the world and has become international now. 20th century had
faced more assassination than before and that shows the drastic evolution of
this paid killing business.” Everyone in that room was
watching this in surprise. I switched on the projector and a survey report
displayed on the screen. “Considering all crime activities occurred in
Chennai in the last 2 years, 60 to 65 percent of them were done by paid
killers. In simple words, the entire control of crime lies within this paid
killers/gang.” I switched off the projector
and turned towards the team. Everybody looked at me, trying to understand, what
I was going to say further. “In Muthukumar’s murder case, the post-mortem
report says only two things, (i) Injured on head (ii) Stabbed on the chest.
There were no sign of any physical tortures. The motive was only to kill him,
not anything else. If there were any other personal reasons or vengeance, then
Muthukumar must have been tortured before he was killed to satisfy murderer’s
vengeance or any other personal reasons. So my first suspect is somebody
outside his personal circle.” I handed over the forensic
report and post-mortem report to the Commissioner. “I twisted my investigation in the view of paid
killing. We captured his facial pattern and searched if any of his photo was
shared or uploaded through internet. We found that his photo was uploaded in a
Mixie repair website.” “What !!! Mixie Repair Website ???”, Commissioner
exclaimed. “Yes. In order to escape from the Police hut,
they use this trick.” I switched on the projector
again and displayed the website screen. They use this mixie repair website as their tool.
Mixie coil fix, Mixie motor fix represents the fracturing the hands, fracturing
the legs respectively. Here the final option is Mixie replacement.”, I stopped
there. “Means???”, Commissioner asked. “KILL. I mean murder. Muthukumar photo was
uploaded to this section. We also tracked down the IP, geographical address and
found my suspect was right. It pointed to a guy who is working under Satya.” “Satya???
Tamilselvan, how can you be sure about that? We cannot come to a conclusion
using this.”, Commissioner objected and I continued again. “I also enquired about the recent crime scenes
similar to this; dead body buried in a farm just 200-400 meters from Highway.
Today’s finger prints are matching with all those cases. Out of these, two
times Satya was caught and came out in bail. In both the times, there were no
news to the media.” Everybody got stunned after my
presentation. I continued again. “I have got this posting to take care of increase
in crime activities in Chennai. I would like to stop this or remove this
completely from this city as much as possible.” “What is you plan Tamil?”, Commissioner asked. “It is not possible to destroy the complete
network and not possible to track down the people who uses these paid killers.
They have good investment and political support, where none of the lawful
actions would help us. I am to going to target their weakness. Yes… ‘THE
UNDERGROUND’. Until they are visible only in the underground, they get all
these support. Once we bring them to the bright light, nobody can support them.
This is the plan. Instead of destroying the complete gang, we are going to
destroy the connection between the paid killers and those who are using them.” I switched on the projector
again and began to speak. “I did a ground level analysis and understood
that these are the only three paid killing empires, ruling the complete crime
activities in Chennai.” The projector screen displayed
three person’s photo by splitting the screen into three. “Empire 1 �" Satya. Almost 40% of the business is
with him.” “Empre 2 - Mathew. He is a school correspondent
as per the society. But he is dealing the paid killing business for the past 20
years in the underground.” “Empire 3 �" IRSHAD �" A calm small scale business
man, owning a paint factory. Currently he has the less among the others.” “We are going to knock them all down. Until
unless they are going to leave the corpse behind for us, they wouldn’t have any
ways to escape.” I stopped my presentation and
looked into Commissioner’s eyes. “Go ahead Tamilselvan. By the way you are doing a
very great job.”, Commissioner shook my hands. Everybody started to leave
that room. I collected all the reports and left the room at last. Before
leaving that room, my instinct pushed me to look at the projector screen and
especially at IRSHAD’s photo. I tried to avoid my instinct, but it tried to
convey that ‘THE THIRD EMPIRE’ was going to cause many impacts in my life. --- To Be Continued…. © 2019 Irshad |
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