Day 11

The mustang felt a jerk, then Chris jumped the car into the first and tried to outrun the surprised camaro, which had stalled, yet to revive from the crazy maneuver. Chris had used this technioque to gain space between his enemies quite usually. But the camaro was no low car, within seconds it gained on the mustang. Side by side the car rallied along the road and gravel. Chris cried, 'Puncture them!' . Amvi instinctively went near the window and shot at the tyres. The camaro lost control and hit against the sidewalk. Chris then swerved the mustang through various streets to lose the tail absolutely. Amvi seemed to be in a state of shock, she stammered 'Fire was driving the other car. It was fire in the shape of men, I think they are direct slaves of the devil himself'. Chris said 'So they hot enough for you? Anyway puns aside, tell me how to get to the flight school'. With Amvi's directions the mustang approached a hangar. Amvi hushed 'We do this my way- secret and discreet'.

Day 10

'Fasten your seat belt, this is gonna be rough, somebody is following us', said Chris. He pedaled the accelerator and streaked the car into a much busier street. The camaro followed faithfully. 'I think we've to trick them into losing our tail, you like that gun? then use it as you will' yelled Chris amidst the traffic noise, and swerved the mustang into the wrong side. Amvi climbed into the back, and shot the rear glass. Chris groaned 'Oh, why did you need to do that? you could have peeped off the window and had a shot at them! Poor car'. Amvi replied, 'What? to have my head struck against a traffic sign?'. Then she aimed at the camaro and shot at the windscreen. The bullet bounced off the screen. 'Seems its reinforced, we can't do much with the gun', cried Amvi in which instant a bullet streaked past and hit the front seat. 'Lie low kiddo! We have to deal this with the wheel'. Chris then braked suddenly and the camaro came and hit the mustang's rear.

Day 9

Lying among the debris, Amvi croaked 'That detonator belongs to the Diablos, a local hit men group in which every member has last name as Diablo!'. Chris said 'A family orgy eh? Anyway how can we get to their hideout?'. Amvi grinned 'I myself have used them to ruffle some stalkers, we can use the car in the garage'. Chris went inside the garage and saw a blood red mustang. He climbed into the driver's seat, searched for the keys and found them behind the dashboard. Once he turned the key, the car roared- pure american muscle sound. Amvi quickly got into the front, and got a gun hidden beneath the seat. She clicked the safety and said 'Go to the abandoned flight school downtown'. Chris pressed the clutch, shifted gear and raised the power, the car wheelied and surged through the empty streets. Chris drove it as if the car knew what his mind wanted it to do. He of course knew a camaro was following them from the start. An evil grin followed by maniacal acceleration- chase!

Day 8

As soon as they neared Morph's place, Chris knew something was not right. Amvi went to the door and knocked on it only in vain. Chris said, 'Don't bother he is not here, lets look if he has left willingly or unwillingly', without a moment's hesitation he struck his burly shoulders against the meagre wooden door which only fell into pieces. Once inside it was evident that there had been a struggle. Chris picked up some kind of ball 'Looks like somebody wanted to be traced, do you recognise this?', he threw it to Amvi who caught it neatly. Suddenly the ball lit up on its side and showed a message WE WANT $1 MILLION ELSE HE DIES. Amvi said 'How lame., we can't give them 1 mill!'. The ball lit again this time in red, 'Your answer is negative, sorry 3 2 ..' and BAM the whole house blew up only after Chris had recognised the threat and jumped through the window with Amvi poised on his right shoulder. 'So now we have a dude in distress rather than a damsel eh?' Fletcher laughed.

Day 7

The heat was unbearable , the friction noise was beyond human decibel level. The Cigar Smoking Man was supervising a dozen people working in what seemed to be an underground dig site. An abandoned mining colony by the looks of it. The people were digging with tools as lowly as the shovels to some high power laser machine which was seemingly keeping the dig site temperature under control. The smell of sweat, mud, smoke filled the air. A deep voice which could have very well been of a top hip hop artist said 'Do you know what in the world you are doing?', to a really small man or what seemed to be like one. This creature named Scumooze had ears very large when compared to his tiny body. He was BLUE. The Cigar Smoking Man had found him in a cave when he was trekking in the alps. Scumooze squeaked 'Don't worry human, unlike your species, I exactly know what I am doing. We are resurrecting my lord, so that he will finish what his petite plans have startewd unwinding, the end of the world'

Day 6

'So we have to do God's work till he comes, keep a check on evil in this world' said Amvi as a matter of fact. 'Why do I have to do this? You can very well eradicate evil by starting with me. Kill me now. I am as evil that can be' said Chris. Amvi replied 'Because you are a part of this world as much as I am and we are indebted to it, also you need not do it all alone, we will form a squad'. 'Oh now you are talking about a justice league? Sheesh, this is getting insaner by the minute!' exasperated Chris. 'First of all you have me, others we have to recruit by your and my expertise and knowledge' said Amvi. 'Have you? What do you mean having you?' sniggered Chris. 'Shut your foul mouth!, first we will go see my boy friend, He Who Can Change Anything Into Something Else aka Morph' said Amvi dramatically as if saying his name rang bells in her head. Chris said sarcastically 'So am I the best man?'. Both went across in a dark alley with Chris slightly limping.

Day 5

Fletcher had always been a good listener and observer, for he always paid attention to details which was very important ion his profession. From what he had heard it had all been like horse shit. Well here was the gist. Amvi had lectured about some Indian mythology. According to myths, when the world becomes deranged and corrupt and uncontrollably devilish, it will come to an end before which evil will rear its head the highest only to be knocked down by God's incarnation. Apparently our age or era belongs to a certain Kali Yuga. It will end when the rulers become selfish, pre teens get pregnant and life will revolve around lust, sex and money. At that time demon Kali (as in Kali yuga) a black stinky huge rakshas will bring about world's end through the means already described.Once done he will be brought down by a white rider called Kalki. Problem seemed to be that this Kalki had some problems in keeping time. He was late and the wold was getting bad beyond repair.

Day 4

The pain had subsided somewhat but it was still nagging him. Not in a painy sort of way but an irritating sort of way. 'How do you feel Mr.Fletcher?', asked a bespectacled curvaceous lady. She did not look american. With her accent, Fletcher placed her in India. 'Better than you will feel after tonight', he snarled. She said with a divine smile, 'I am not what I look Chris, I am trained in Kalari Payatu by which I can hurt you even with a single finger'. 'Ok, thats persuasive enough to keep me quiet broad, now why in God's name are you keeping me here?' said Fletcher sounding earnest. The smile faded from the girl's face, 'The world is going to end Mr.Fletcher'. Fletcher laughed and said 'So its good news after all, when do I start this ending of the world?', he rubbed his hands against each other. 'You are going to stop the world ending Chris, cheer up, we have a lot to do, by the way, am Amvi, nice to meet you', she held out her supple hand.

Day 3

Fletcher inched his fore and thumb finger towards his faithful dagger at his belt clip, the mysterious assaulter cried 'Don't even think about it', Fletcher in his undertone brute of a voice replied 'I never think', with a flash he took the dagger and went for the attacker's jugular. at the same time four more .38s clicked. The man said, 'You are surrounded Mr.Fletcher, give up, we just wanna talk'. Fletcher retaliated 'I don't talk either'. In a jiffy he slit the throat of the nearest link of the cordon, to escape. Then he heard a shot followed by a searing pain in the leg. The mysterious man had shot him. 'You disappoint me Mr.Fletcher, mind your manners'. 'What do you expect from me, I am a crook' Fletcher said, with an evil grin.

Day 2

Fletcher drove his Cadillac into the parking lot of 'CUNNING STUNTS', a strip club of sorts. A perfect place to do something illegal and get away with it.Fletcher himself was late forty fifty-ish, blond and well built. Two oblique scars ran over his forehead as if he had been marked for something. But nothing of that sort, it was just the work of a tiger's claw which was faithfully guarding a tibetian temple, and yeah died doing it. There was muffled beat of a song playing inside, once Fletcher pushed the door the decibel level increased by manifolds. As soon as he entered he involuntarily started picking up things like escape routes, probable weapons and vantage points. Just as he was moving towards his favorite girl of the joint Abbey, he felt a .38 pushed against his back.

Day 1

Ignorance is bliss, this is such a cliche. people rarely think before lending out wisdom-ous expression like these. Humankind has always been ignorant about one thing or the other, because they are stubborn they do not want to know more about the thing, because of the fear that the knowledge will spell doom for the world. But this sect of people forget that from ignorance springs fear. If we don't know something we ourselves will render it a power greater than ours thus making its appearance in our mind gargantuan. This leads to fear. But this is a word and feeling not in the knowledge of Chris Fletcher. He was just doing his job. He just slit the throat of a drug pedlar, and was bringing back the stock and money to his employer.