Chapters (65)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Authors’ Note
- 1. ‘IF ANYONE MOVES, FIRE MAARO’
- 2. DAWN ABDUCTION
- 3. WAITING GAME
- 4. ‘BREAKING’ SALIM
- 5. THE CONFESSION
- 6. AN ENCOUNTER
- 7. ‘LEADER IS IN INDIA ALREADY’
- 8. BABAJI’S MAN WITH NO EXIT PLAN
- 9. ‘MAN OF RESPECT’ IN HYDERABAD
- 10. TRACKING SALIM
- 11. HOLDING BACK
- 12. WHAT IS SALIM HIDING?
- 13. POULTRY FARM YIELDS 143 CHICKENS, 380 EGGS, 2 PAKISTANI ‘GUESTS’
- 14. A TOOTH FOR A TOOTH
- 15. OPERATION TROJAN HORSE
- 16. THE YOUNG DRONE-MAKER
- 17. AN AMBUSH
- 18. MURDER AND RETRIBUTION
- 19. NEW RECRUITS
- 20. BUNGALOW NUMBER 105
- 21. A STEP INTO THE PAST
- 22. TRAINING
- 23. GIVING INDIA A ‘THOUSAND CUTS’
- 24. THE GAME BEGINS
- 25. SHOOT TO KILL
- 26. KRAV MAGA, KALI AND TRACKING SKILLS
- 27. THE MIND OF NAWAZ
- 28. KEY CONCEPTS
- 29. THE SACRIFICE
- 30. ‘ONCE IS A COINCIDENCE, TWICE IS ENEMY ACTION’
- 31. FIRST CONTACT WITH THE ENEMY
- 32. BREAKTHROUGH IN KISHANGANJ
- 33. ROAD TO THAMEL
- 34. THE EAGLES ARE FLYING
- 35. KARACHI APPOINTMENT WITH LeT BOSSES
- 36. DAWN AT BAYT AL-MUJAHIDEEN
- 37. RPGs AND DUCKING LIVE BULLETS
- 38. SAFFRON MILK AND A GAME OF CHESS
- 39. RETURN TO INDIA
- 40. THE FIRST ASSIGNMENT
- 41. LOOKING FOR ATIF
- 42. TERROR ON A PLATE
- 43. MURDER IN THE DARK
- 44. RING THE BELLS
- 45. THE TOAST OF LeT
- 46. BACK TO THE DEN
- 47. ‘YOU COULD KILL JUST TWO, BABAR?’
- 48. FIRST TARGET
- 49. DEHRADUN
- 50. TIME FOR REVENGE
- 51. TERROR AT BVP HEADQUARTERS
- 52. KARACHI IN MOURNING
- 53. GUNNING FOR THE CM
- 54. A SUMMONS TO KARACHI
- 55. A SERIES OF BOMBINGS
- 56. BREACHING THE BASTION
- 57. THE LAST HURRAH
- 58. ATTACKING THE CRPF CITADEL
- 59. A PROMOTION
- 60. THE NIGHT OF 26/11
- About the Authors
‘A moment spent in jihad gives you far more rewards than even a million prayers offered at the Kaaba, that too on the night of Lailat-ur-Qadr, the pious night of Ramadan, janaab. Babaji told me this.’
‘You are a lowly killer, and so is Al-Cheema. Both of you will die like dogs. Your religion, the noble religion of Islam, does not have place for terrorists like you, remember that.’
Shekhar fell silent, and for a long time both men stayed quiet, exhausted. Shekhar lit up a cigarette again.
Shekhar signalled to Anvay to switch off the tape recorder and camera that were installed in the room.
Shekhar turned to Salim. ‘It’s late, Farhan. You will get your dinner, then you should sleep. We begin at 3 a.m. again.’
Half an hour later, Salim got his dinner. When he was done, he requested Anvay for another cigarette. He was given a bed sheet, a blanket and a glass of water at the end of his first day at the Special Squad’s regional headquarters.
On the fifth floor, Shekhar was listening to the tapes of Farhan’s confession for the third time. He had spent ten years dealing with Pakistan-sponsored terror and sabotage activities, but he knew that the current assignment could dwarf the challenges he had encountered so far.
Later, he sent an encrypted text message to his superiors: ‘The Pakistani kid, who was nabbed at the border in 1996, had revealed Farhan’s (alias Salim) presence in India. He spoke the truth. Hyderabad’s Salim, who is in our custody, has confessed to being Farhan, who arrived from Pakistan to never return. He led a few LeT–ISI sleeper modules and had been plotting serial blasts on Ganesh Chaturthi in Hyderabad. Interrogation is on. I will update further. Shekhar.’
6. AN ENCOUNTER
6
AN ENCOUNTER
It was pitch dark and silent. Not a soul could be seen on the wide Khemkaran–Kasur road in Punjab’s Khemkaran town, which lies barely a few kilometres away from the India–Pakistan border. At 3.12 a.m. on 14 January 1996, the stillness was broken by bursts of gunfire that continued for a couple of minutes.
The bullets were being traded by members of a police night patrol team and unidentified persons who were using a truck as their shield. The patrol team had received information from military intelligence about the arrival of three Pakistani intruders on a specific terror mission and had been halting all vehicles on the roads for inspection. The occupants of this truck, however, had taken a long time to produce their travel documents and licences and had finally opened fire with their weapons, AK-47s, hidden only inches from where they sat.