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The streets of Fort Kochi were alive with chaos. Aadidev sped through narrow lanes on his bike, his heart pounding as bullets flew past him. Strapped to his back was a small bag carrying a drive—proof of a powerful group’s crimes.
Behind him, black SUVs chased him, their tires screeching on the wet roads. He turned sharply onto a dock, dodging carts and crates, the sea ahead of him. Without stopping, he pushed the bike to its limit, jumping off the dock and landing on a fishing boat.
The bike sank into the water, but Aadidev rolled onto the deck, clutching the bag tightly. He barely had a moment to breathe when the men from the SUVs arrived. They shouted and pointed, their guns ready.
Aadidev grabbed a rope hanging from the boat, swung to another vessel, and disappeared into the crowded harbor.
Minutes later, he reached an old warehouse where Neelambiri, his tech-savvy partner, was waiting. “Do you have it?” she asked, typing furiously on her laptop.
Aadidev tossed her the bag. “Got it, but they’re right behind me.”
Neelambiri opened the bag and started working on the drive. But before she could finish, they heard heavy footsteps outside.
“They’ve found us,” she whispered.
The door burst open, and armed men rushed in. Aadidev grabbed a metal rod and fought back, dodging punches and taking down two men quickly. Neelambiri used a taser she had made to shock another attacker.
Finally, the room fell silent, and Neelambiri’s laptop beeped. “The files are open,” she said, her eyes wide. “This could expose all of them.”
But there was no time to celebrate. Outside, a helicopter circled above, its spotlight searching for them.
Aadidev looked at Neelambiri. “We have to move. This isn’t over.”
They ran into the night, ready for the next fight.
Behind him, black SUVs chased him, their tires screeching on the wet roads. He turned sharply onto a dock, dodging carts and crates, the sea ahead of him. Without stopping, he pushed the bike to its limit, jumping off the dock and landing on a fishing boat.
The bike sank into the water, but Aadidev rolled onto the deck, clutching the bag tightly. He barely had a moment to breathe when the men from the SUVs arrived. They shouted and pointed, their guns ready.
Aadidev grabbed a rope hanging from the boat, swung to another vessel, and disappeared into the crowded harbor.
Minutes later, he reached an old warehouse where Neelambiri, his tech-savvy partner, was waiting. “Do you have it?” she asked, typing furiously on her laptop.
Aadidev tossed her the bag. “Got it, but they’re right behind me.”
Neelambiri opened the bag and started working on the drive. But before she could finish, they heard heavy footsteps outside.
“They’ve found us,” she whispered.
The door burst open, and armed men rushed in. Aadidev grabbed a metal rod and fought back, dodging punches and taking down two men quickly. Neelambiri used a taser she had made to shock another attacker.
Finally, the room fell silent, and Neelambiri’s laptop beeped. “The files are open,” she said, her eyes wide. “This could expose all of them.”
But there was no time to celebrate. Outside, a helicopter circled above, its spotlight searching for them.
Aadidev looked at Neelambiri. “We have to move. This isn’t over.”
They ran into the night, ready for the next fight.
