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
‘Welcome, Atharv, my pleasure. All the religions that we have in India are noble and great,’ Hussein said. ‘We will meet tomorrow.’
29. THE SACRIFICE
29
THE SACRIFICE
It was 6.30 a.m. and Sawant had returned from his daily three-kilometre run half an hour ago. As always, he had woken up at 4 a.m. for the jog. At that time, Wellesley Mansion and the surrounding area were an enclave of tranquility. The absence of sounds was almost unnerving. Every now and then, however, the calm would be pierced by the call of birds from the nearby forest.
After freshening up, Sawant had a cup of steaming ‘cutting tea’. As he drank it, he thought about all that could go wrong with the training, and finally the mission, in the days ahead.
He was snapped out of his musings by the buzzing of the intercom. It was Shekhar, asking him to come to his room.
‘Come in, Sawant sahib,’ Shekhar welcomed him in the study of his suite. Shekhar was clad in dark blue track pants and a white T-shirt. He too had just returned from his jog.
‘Dr Mohit Garg will be here at noon to conduct the circumcisions of the five recruits,’ Shekhar said. ‘As you know, this is the most delicate part. It is a brief surgical procedure, but it will have a permanent impact on their bodies, and no one likes this fact.’ Shekhar sounded worried. ‘But, for the mission, which will take the recruits deep into the lawless regions of Pakistan, getting circumcised is a must to blend in and not get caught. And shot.’ He took a deep breath before continuing, ‘So, Sawant sahib, what is your assessment? How many of these five will quit?’
‘All five boys have strong personalities, but they are also very focused on the mission. They may not want to get circumcised, but their commitment to the cause for which they are here may drill some better sense into them, and I am counting on that,’ Sawant said.
‘But how many do you think will quit?’ Shekhar asked again.
‘Atharv will not quit. The other four will be sixty-forty in favour of quitting.’
‘Okay, let’s see what happens, Sawant sahib. If any of them quit, it will be a huge setback. We have invested so much time and energy into training them. Let’s meet them in the lecture hall in two hours,’ Shekhar said.
At 9 a.m., the five recruits, clad in their track pants and T-shirts, were seated in the lecture hall waiting for the day’s session to begin.