He shook hands with the Pilot, acknowledged the staff and came out of the airport where another Nissan Terrano XV Premium 110 PS Anniversary Edition was waiting for him and off he drove for the new adventure in Mumbai …keeping in mind that he also had to attend the Nissan Safety Driving Forum in Kochi on the 21st and 22nd December 2014. What would it be all about? Only time would tell ….
As he was driving the Nissan he recollected the near fatal accident he had just hours back where his car was hit by a 18 wheeler semi-Trailer Truck and the damage was seen. The semi-Trailer Trucks front was damaged beyond repair and the Driver Cleaner duo had flown out of the Truck after the impact and was lying on the opposite of the road in a pool of blood. Not following the safety measures would cost them their lives now. Even the car was almost a wreck and only his hand dangled out of from the driver’s seat. He was a bit shaken by the shock but very much intact in flesh and bones except a few scratches. Since his agency paid for the damages and his expenses and he felt being the best spy of India made him equivalent to James Bond and Sherlock Holmes. Even his agency did not want to lose their best and so KK enjoyed basking the limelight and attention of his bosses.
So what had gone wrong there and who had tried bumping him off? The ace spy was not only identified, but was tracked down just a kilometer outside the airport and was almost killed had it not been for the The Nissan Safety Driving Forum…where he had learned the importance of wearing the seat belt. Not only had he learned safe driving in India….it had actually saved KK’s life today.
He had a flight to catch and reach Mumbai for another mission. He rushed to the washroom and quickly changed his shirt after using the first aid at the airport. He hurriedly made a few short calls and left instructions. All the while he was alert as ever and kept looking around for the suspects. He knew they must be pretty upset that he was alive and they would surely make another move to bump him off the case. He knew all the mystery would unfold in Mumbai and he wanted to reach there as soon as possible.
He recollected putting all the pieces of the mystery together and zeroing down on the Italian drug lord and his bearded assistant Luca Brasi whom he had got arrested. The next thing he knew was Luca did a daring jailbreak with 3 other under-trails and had escaped.
His only aim was to finish his mission in Mumbai and go after Luca. His speedometer was stable on 80km/hour and with his seat belt on and Cell phone on a silent mode he was ensuring he followed all The Nissan Safety Driving Forum guidelines in the last forum he had attended. He vowed to himself that he would cultivate this good habit…of staying alive. He stopped at the signal after slowing down when it had turned Orange and then to Red. A sports car with a few rich brats inside stopped next to him with blaring sound of the music. He gently tapped the glass of front door and signaled the boys to roll down the glasses. Once they did that he signaled them to reduce the volume. They did so and looked at him. He calmly asked them to pass their cell numbers to him. They looked at him with surprised anger. He gave a cold look at them and told them that since they were not wearing their seat belts, not obeying traffic signal rules (as they had screech halted at the last moment because the signal had gone Red), were playing ear deafening music in the car and the driver was actually talking on the cell, they were bound to die in a road accident before the next signal came. “ I need your numbers so that I can inform your parents after I see your dead bodies before the next signal. With so many violations of safety while driving, I am sure you wont live beyond that.” The cold menacing voice and the piercing look did the trick. The boys realized their mistake and hurriedly apologized, reduced the music, disconnected the call and waved to KK as if to say thanks. KK acknowledged with his famous smile and put back his glares. As the signal went green they all drove carefully allowing the people crossing the road to do so without honking and scaring them like they usually did. KK was happy. He too moved on and his focus was on the road and as he left the highway, ensured that he gave a left indicator signal much in advance for the vehicles following him to know that he intended to go left and he now reduced his speed further to enter the by-lane of Dahisar check naka.
He had to meet his informer and get some inputs on the Mumbai case which was supposed to be finished without delay. The agency had information that some Terrorist movements were happening in and around that area and his main goal was to wife off their headquarter there with one swift movement without the media coming to know any of this. Most of KK’s missions were carried out with such accuracy and secrecy that the media never came to know about it. This one man had saved the country and its citizens more than once and no one actually knew about it except the agency. He parked the Nissan on the side of the lane, taking care that it won’t cause trouble to the other passing vehicles, carefully removed his seat belt and locked the car leaving the parking lights ON so that other passing vehicles could see his Black vehicle parked and any possible accident could be avoided. His informer was waiting in the darkness of the night and moved in quickly towards KK and keeping a safe distance walked ahead of him to the small tea stall where they had planned to meet up. No pleasantries were exchanged as it would draw attention of the nearby people and both behaved as if they did not know each other. Once at the stall they ensured no one was watching them and the informer left a small chit on the table on which KK was sitting and KK deftly picked it up without anyone suspecting his action and pocketed it. He finished his tea, paid for it and left as if nothing had happened.
As he was walking towards the car he sensed some eyes following him. There was this sudden rush of adrenalin and KK was god gifted with this gut feeling where he could sense danger when it was around. Who was following KK? Was it just his imagination this time? Was his life in Danger? Would he continue cultivating his good habit..of staying alive?
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