‘Hello my dear son. How are you? What are doing today?’ she asked
‘I am fine mom. Just roaming alone on the streets of NY.’ I replied and asked ‘How are you and how dad is doing?
‘We both are fine here. We are missing you.’ she said.
‘Is everything alright? You called at this time. So.’ I asked
‘No just like that. I thought you might be resting at your hotel room, spending some time with Vini. How is she?’ mom asked.
‘She is fine mom. I will tell her to call you.’ I said.
‘Ok. Take care my son. Carry on with your work. Bye.’ she said and hanged the phone.
CHAPTER 7
The next one buzzed at 03:00 p.m. ‘READ AND COMPLETE TASK 5.’ It described:
‘By this time you might be having a new gift wrapped box. Open the email app on this phone. Open my drafts folder and head towards the location mentioned there.’
I followed the instructions. Opened the email app, drafts folder and viewed the new location for my next task. Lord Irving Park. I googled one more time in my phone. It showed 1 hour by car. I managed a taxi and hurried of. I slept during the drive, my friend, my brain too. The taxi driver disturbed my sleep saying we arrived at your place sir. I thanked him and paid him. Went inside the park. It was empty, only densely placed trees with huge branches making the place darker even when the Sun was at its fullest. I sat beside one tree, molding my eyes and yawning.
What you think the plan might be?
I don’t know.
I think this box contains credit cards from which the kidnapper can withdraw his demanded money.
But I have seen in movies that the kidnappers demand money in cash.
Yeah you are right. May be something else. Like some antique historical important structure, having big market price.
The box may contain it. But you told it’s not much heavy.
I am confused now.
Don’t think much. You are on the verge of digging out the big suspense of this plan. Just wait and watch. Still you 3 more tasks left. Don’t judge now. Let it happen on its own.
Well said. I should stop day dreaming. And focus on next reminders.
I thought I should take a quick nap in between reminders and tasks under the cool shadow of the trees. But my brain diverted me and urged me to call Vini. I called her to hear her sweet childlike naughty voice.
‘Hi Hardy. Wassup?’
‘Nothing much Vini, taking some rest in a park. You say. What you did till now?’
‘Nothing much. I cleaned my room, washed some clothes, completed video meeting with my Hong Kong client and missed you.’
‘I miss you too dear.’ The next reminder started buzzing by then. ‘I will call you later, get to go. Bye.’
‘Bye.’
CHAPTER 8
I rummaged for the smartphone in my pocket. It was 04:30 p.m. ‘READ AND COMPLETE TASK 6.’ It described:
‘Open the email app on this phone. Open my drafts folder and head towards the pinpoint location mentioned there.’
I followed the instructions. Opened the email app, drafts folder and viewed the address of the pinpoint location for my next task. For my amazement, the location showed 40.7, -74.54.
It not only confused me but also raised my heartbeats. What was it? Next second I thought it’s an address in latitude and longitude. I googled one in my phone how to find a pinpoint point location. It displayed download the pin locator app from its app store. I downloaded it in my phone and started using the app. I entered the numbers and it showed me directions. I walked for 15 minute turned left and right as the app prompted and reached the pin point location. It was a tree.
As usual I rested under its shadow. The new trend, the email and draft portion of the task puzzled me a bit. But later I found out that the earlier tasks were already planned by Mr. Wilson and email app tasks before some time only. He would have typed the updated location as directed by the kidnapper in a mail and saved it in drafts. With same accounts on this phone and his phone.
The kidnapper have chosen the right place. What you say?
Yes, yes. A silent, dark and scary place where he carry out his crime.
But don’t under estimate Mr. Wilson. He might have great working plans for this place too.
Ya, I don’t doubt his plans. Finger crossed. Let’s hope for the best.
Again? You had a gut and now you are having fingers. You never get frightened in any tough situation. Ha.. ha.. ha..
And my brain started to shy. I considered myself at Mr. Wilsons’ place and started thinking what I would have done to teach the kidnappers a lesson.
Planted many land mines.
Carry a gun with me and shoot all of em up.
Informed police as everyone as a good citizen could usually do.
Or else completed his demand and should not do anything.
No, seriously tell me what I would have done?
I can’t imagine. You can ask Mr. Wilson directly whenever you meet him.
Sure.
CHAPTER 9
I rummaged the smartphone from my pocket. It was 05:30 p.m. ‘READ AND COMPLETE TASK 7.’ It described:
‘Open the email app on this phone. Open my drafts folder and do as directed.’
I followed the instructions. Opened my drafts folder and it displayed – leave the gift box behind the tree. You are free to go now. Or can watch the scene from your binoculars. It’s optional. Will deliver you the promised amount tomorrow. Thank you for your help.
I cheered myself. The tasks were over. I had a feeling of winning a major battle. But then I thought, Mr. Wilson told me about 8 tasks and 1 is still left. What that might be? Whatever, I had completed my tasks and soon his wife would be in his arms. That feeling made me satisfied, the feeling to help someone in their rough times, I couldn’t even describe. Just awesome.
Cheers brain.
Cheers.
What I should do now?
I think you should find a knoll or a tree with broad root far from this place, hide yourself behind it and use binoculars to view the whole cascade.
Truly said champ. I want to know what happens there when the kidnappers and Mr. Wilson arrives. It may help to write my suspense thriller novel.
Yeah, may be. Run now.
Okay. Don’t shout. It hurts.
I found a huge, thick tree 200 yards from where I left that gift box. The day was getting dark, even darker at this place. My heart was thumping bit more than any time before. I eagerly awaited there, holding binoculars in my hand and checking the visibility of the area, adjusting its focus. I could see the gift box too. I looked around, nobody was there. But somewhere in my sixth sense I could see many other humans hiding like me. I tried to found out if anyone was present near my surrounding but couldn’t find anybody. Maybe no one was present.
Time was running. Just 10 more minutes passed and I could hear a dog barking and some murmurs. It kept on amplifying. Later, I saw 7 men in black suit, holding guns and a lady, Mrs. Wilson may be and a sniffer dog. The bald man, I recognized from the video was the main villain, the kidnapper, the rival of Mr. Wilson. One man was drifting the sniffer dog near the bushes. May be checking any suspicious things hidden in the park that could harm them but found none.
Two more minutes passed, as I was sweating heavily, I could see a man walking towards the gang, one hand in air and one hand carrying a bag and stopped himself few yards from the gang, from my binoculars. Mr. Wilson, I told myself. I had goosebumps at that time when my wrist watch ticked 06:00 p.m. mark. The time had come to reveal the secret.
The bald man and Mr. Wilson uttered something which I couldn’t hear clearly. The bald man seemed cursing Mr. Wilson and asked one of his men to release the lady. At
the same time Mr. Wilson threw the bag that he was carrying towards the gang. One man from the gang collected the bag, opened it and nodded closing the same. Mrs. Wilson ran towards her husband. Mr. Wilson removed the ropes from her hand, removed the tape from her lips and hugged her and kissed her passionately. Tears began to roll from my eyes too. Instantly, I saw Mr. Wilson taking something out from his pocket. A remote control, damn, for what? I asked myself, was I carrying a bomb? The gang was standing just in front of that tree where I had left the gift box sometime before. He pressed on the remote and in no time the box opened with a thud. Same thud sound I heard many a times. What? A drone flew from the box. I could see many of them from different locations, hovering above the gang. It was carrying something below it. A gun? I was shocked to see the scene happening at some distance from me. The men from the gang couldn’t judge what was happening. They were too in dilemma like me. A few of them took out guns that they were carrying, a few ran here and there. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson vanished from the site. Before any of the gang members respond, the guns from 9 or 10 drones fired at once and all the men fell on the ground. Killed or what? No moves, no shouting, like a statue they slept hugging the grass. I couldn’t pass a lump of saliva under my throat. Too scared. I gathered my senses and ran from the site, managed a taxi and went directly to my hotel.
CHAPTER 10
I entered my room at 07:30 p.m. I rested for some time on the sofa. The whole story from morning till now kept on playing somewhere in my mind. I couldn’t get out it. Mr. Wilson killed the kidnappers. I was involved in his plan and it could led me to imprisonment. I was too nervous. I was in no condition to describe this story of mines to anyone.
Are you there?
Ya, I am shaking. I am frightened.
Same here. What to do now?
No idea.
I committed a crime today. There is no way to escape now. Is there any?
No.
I wanted to help Mr. Wilson. But I had no idea it will led to this mess.
Don’t panic. Let me think.
The smartphone buzzed again. It displayed ‘READ TASK 8.’ It described:
‘Hey, we won. I have organized a party at my place. Come let’s enjoy. Hope you will come. And don’t forget to bring your partner with you and your kids too. 9, Nender Hills at 09:00 p.m.’
There it goes. Task 8. Party? Is he a fool? After killing kidnappers? Is he joking? He can’t do this now. A shame.
You should go there and find out why he created such a plan.
For my novel? I don’t want to write this story or even describe it to anyone. You think I will manage to write a novel from the jail? WHY I WENT TO PRISON?
No, you may find out the exact details of his plan. The story from his point of view.
That’s good enough. But I am feeling down. I don’t want to party.
Just go there to ask Mr. Wilson the whole plan. And take Vini with you. Let her enjoy the party.
Ok, as you say Sir.
I informed Vini about our meeting place and time. She told that the place was near her home, so she will meet me directly at Mr. Wilsons’ home. I got ready and went to meet Mr. Wilson before the mentioned time. I reached his place at 08:45 p.m. The same mansion as displayed in the wallpaper of that smartphone. Lots of luxurious cars outside the mansion and inside too which belonged to Mr. Wilson. I entered the party. Asked one of the attendant about Mr. Wilson, he guided me through.
‘Hello Mr. Wilson.’ I wished.
‘Hello. Sorry?’ he said shaking my hands firmly and holding a glass of champagne in one hand.
‘I am Mr. Hardy, here is your smartphone.’ I replied.
He looked at the phone. Kept in his pocket. ‘You are Mr. J for me. Anyway, thank you for your help Mr. Hardy. Thank you for showing up here. I know you might be full of unanswered questions. I will reveal everything after sometime.’ he said.
‘It’s my pleasure.’ I said.
‘Enjoy the party.’ Mr. Wilson said and went away to meet other people there.
I waited for Vini as I was not interested in drinking or eating anything there. Soon Mr. Wilson took the stage with his wife. Made an announcement. Everybody silenced and faced the stage.
‘Hello ladies and gentlemen. I thank each one present here as each one among you directly or indirectly helped me rescue my wife from the rivals today. On Wednesday, my wife got kidnapped. I came to know when kidnappers called me. I was not present in the city. I flew to back to NY without wasting any time. I kept my cool, micro planned every steps to overcome this situation. I wanted to handle this panicking stuff without taking any help from NY police department. On Thursday, I went out to mock my plan. I saw some cars following me, keeping an eye on my moves. I made some minor changes to my plan, ordered some of my employees to park cars at particular places with a gift wrapped box and containing drones with a gun attached to it. On Friday, I bought 15 smartphones, entered the reminders and the video that kidnappers had sent to me. On Saturday morning I dropped all the smartphones at different places. And rest you know. You might be thinking why I killed the kidnappers? The answer, the drone guns were equipped with injection and drug in it. A drug that make anyone unconscious. The gang is still alive and in the police custody. They had their lesson and I my wife. Thank you once again. Let’s party.’
Everyone applauded. Everyone seemed happy. Me too. Vini came late. I explained her everything that had happened that day. Next day after I penned down the whole story, I received a mail from Mr. Wilson. It goes:
‘Hello Mr. Hardy. I want you to come at my place to receive your prize in the evening. Thank you.’
Under that was the auto signature.
Mr. Willis
DroneJet Co.
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