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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Authors’ Note
  5. 1. ‘IF ANYONE MOVES, FIRE MAARO’
  6. 2. DAWN ABDUCTION
  7. 3. WAITING GAME
  8. 4. ‘BREAKING’ SALIM
  9. 5. THE CONFESSION
  10. 6. AN ENCOUNTER
  11. 7. ‘LEADER IS IN INDIA ALREADY’
  12. 8. BABAJI’S MAN WITH NO EXIT PLAN
  13. 9. ‘MAN OF RESPECT’ IN HYDERABAD
  14. 10. TRACKING SALIM
  15. 11. HOLDING BACK
  16. 12. WHAT IS SALIM HIDING?
  17. 13. POULTRY FARM YIELDS 143 CHICKENS, 380 EGGS, 2 PAKISTANI ‘GUESTS’
  18. 14. A TOOTH FOR A TOOTH
  19. 15. OPERATION TROJAN HORSE
  20. 16. THE YOUNG DRONE-MAKER
  21. 17. AN AMBUSH
  22. 18. MURDER AND RETRIBUTION
  23. 19. NEW RECRUITS
  24. 20. BUNGALOW NUMBER 105
  25. 21. A STEP INTO THE PAST
  26. 22. TRAINING
  27. 23. GIVING INDIA A ‘THOUSAND CUTS’
  28. 24. THE GAME BEGINS
  29. 25. SHOOT TO KILL
  30. 26. KRAV MAGA, KALI AND TRACKING SKILLS
  31. 27. THE MIND OF NAWAZ
  32. 28. KEY CONCEPTS
  33. 29. THE SACRIFICE
  34. 30. ‘ONCE IS A COINCIDENCE, TWICE IS ENEMY ACTION’
  35. 31. FIRST CONTACT WITH THE ENEMY
  36. 32. BREAKTHROUGH IN KISHANGANJ
  37. 33. ROAD TO THAMEL
  38. 34. THE EAGLES ARE FLYING
  39. 35. KARACHI APPOINTMENT WITH LeT BOSSES
  40. 36. DAWN AT BAYT AL-MUJAHIDEEN
  41. 37. RPGs AND DUCKING LIVE BULLETS
  42. 38. SAFFRON MILK AND A GAME OF CHESS
  43. 39. RETURN TO INDIA
  44. 40. THE FIRST ASSIGNMENT
  45. 41. LOOKING FOR ATIF
  46. 42. TERROR ON A PLATE
  47. 43. MURDER IN THE DARK
  48. 44. RING THE BELLS
  49. 45. THE TOAST OF LeT
  50. 46. BACK TO THE DEN
  51. 47. ‘YOU COULD KILL JUST TWO, BABAR?’
  52. 48. FIRST TARGET
  53. 49. DEHRADUN
  54. 50. TIME FOR REVENGE
  55. 51. TERROR AT BVP HEADQUARTERS
  56. 52. KARACHI IN MOURNING
  57. 53. GUNNING FOR THE CM
  58. 54. A SUMMONS TO KARACHI
  59. 55. A SERIES OF BOMBINGS
  60. 56. BREACHING THE BASTION
  61. 57. THE LAST HURRAH
  62. 58. ATTACKING THE CRPF CITADEL
  63. 59. A PROMOTION
  64. 60. THE NIGHT OF 26/11
  65. About the Authors

The administrative building was named after an LeT suicide bomber, Wali Mohammed, who had fallen to the bullets of the Quick Response Team (QRT) commandos from the 36th battalion of the Indian Army’s Rashtriya Rifles. The encounter had occurred inside a forest in the Rajouri sector of Jammu and Kashmir. The QRT commandos were pressed into action by the Indian Army to track and kill terrorists based on specific intelligence received either from army intelligence or the state police. The QRT was referred to simply as ‘Hunters’ in army and police circles.

‘All is fine, brothers. Mubarak sahib?’ Yusuf said, shoving the recruits’ documents into one of the drawers of the large table that he was seated behind.

‘Introduce yourselves, brothers from Hindustan!’ said Mubarak.

The visitors identified themselves as per the cover identities assigned to them by the CTC.

‘Enjoy your stay here,’ Mubarak said. ‘You will leave for the LeT’s main training facility, Abdulla bin Masood Maaskar, to undergo the Daura-e-Aam, your basic training. We will see if you are up to it physically and mentally,’ Mubarak said before leaving the recruits to settle in and have a late dinner.

At 3 p.m. the next day, the five recruits set out with a guide, Hussein. Hamza had left the training camp that morning, after breakfast. Hussein had provided the recruits with hiking shoes, light sweaters and small rucksacks, each of which had a blanket, a packet of dried fruit, a torch and a hunter’s dagger with a long, curved blade.

Hussein led them up a long, winding road at the back of Bayt al-Mujahideen’s 150-acre campus that disappeared into the adjoining forest. After walking for around four kilometres, the six travellers arrived at the base of a mountain that must have been at least 800 metres high. It rose above the forest like a tower.

At the top of this mountain lay Abdulla bin Masood Maaskar, the Lashkar’s premier terrorist-training facility. From the base of the mountain, it was a six-hour trek to the camp. At the Maaskar, new recruits were put through the three-week Daura-e-Aam and then the Daura-e-Khaas, a specialized 120-day commando training course that imparted training in weapons, explosives, bomb-making and unarmed combat.

‘It will be a tough climb, so do not rush ahead like fools. Climb with sure feet and be careful where your feet land,’ Hussein said matter-of-factly.

The five new recruits were soon out of breath but Hussein kept going. ‘It is getting late. You can’t let Abdulla Mountain’s shadows fall on you as, after the sun sets, this becomes a playground of the wild bears, foxes and leopards,’ Hussein yelled. ‘Come on! Why are you walking like old aunts? Move your asses!’