Disclaimer: I don't own CID.
This story revolves around the secret organization that is surfacing slowly, without getting into eyes of many, plotting constantly for the people and the nation itself.
"The piece of work that you have assigned to me is complete... It was a cakewalk" the sound came from a man whose face could not be deciphered, his hands cleaning something that looked most probably like weapon.
"If that's so, good. I would be assigning another task, but that wouldn't include you, so you can remain out this time..." the boss of that person put it simply. He wasn't the one with eloquent sense of description, nor was he interested in twisting the words around.
"Hn, if that's so, I'm out till then..."the man turned, and walked towards the entrance of the building. The place was filled with goons, wearing loose shirts and most of them having bandanas worn on the hand for the looks, the looks of a petty criminal.
"Petty goons, it seems..." the man thought while exiting. Soon he sat in the car and drove off.
"Bring me that 'parcel' of ours.." the boss commanded as he ordered his goons, who in turn, went to a dark cellar to get a large wooden carton, from which soft whimpers could be heard.
The boss still remain hidden, but something could still be deciphered, that was his grin.
AT THE BUREAU.
Daya entered from the entrance, a big smile plastered on his face and his hands were carrying large boxes, from the looks of which, one might tell that they were of sweets. Alright, the distributables could be well understood, but what was the reason?
As soon as Daya entered, he was greeted by ACP Pradyumn, who looked as stern as he always were.
"Good morning, Sir.." Daya said, smiling at his senior, but his senior didn't quite returned the favor.
"What is it?" ACP asked Daya.
"What's with what, Sir?" Daya asked, gaining a little amazed, this was the first time his senior didn't return back the greetings.
"That box of sweet and that silly smile of yours" ACP retorted, getting more stern with time.
Daya was shocked, did he forget it? Oh, well, it wasn't his fault, sure the work have stressed him out (ACP).
"Nothing, sir..." Daya looked at the ground and avoided eye contact with the latter. He was hurt, although he tried to reason his senses, he couldn't. He felt as if he was stabbed in his heart.
"Hn.. Now since you have arrived, fetch me the file related to the minister murder case..." ACP ordered, it was the first time it seemed like an order, other times before it felt like an obligation, which provided the freedom of will, to some extent. What was with him Today? Daya thought.
Daya went to the cabin where the required file was supposed to be kept, which also amazed him a bit. Why were the lights turned off on duty time? He hasn't seen it before, but then again, he hasn't seen ACP in quite the mood as he was then.
As soon as he turned the lights on, the sounds of party crackers could be heard, and that of whistles too, in front of him, were standing all of his colleagues, wearing party hats, and with a banner that ran "Happy Birthday Dayanand Shetty". Of all the people, Fredricks looked most comical, and Abhijeet looked most pleased. Daya has never felt the happiness before in his life, he felt as if he would cry, cry tears of joy.
"Now now, don't need to get all emotional, birthday boy..." Abhijeet said pulling Daya into hug, to which Daya laughed.
"Happy Birthday, brother..." Abhijeet whispered into Daya's ear.
"See, I said ACP would be the best for the grumpy act" Dr Salunkhe said easing everyone in the room a bit.
"He's the kind of person who would scare himself off if he were to see himself in mirror at night" he added, and everyone chuckled.
"Salunkhe..." ACP said, glaring at Salunkhe, who in turn glared back more, and finally everyone laughed again.
"Sir, that performance was worth the Oscar..." Daya said smiling, as ACP chuckled at his comment.
"Indeed it was, ACP sir can become the best Villain" Abhijeet said laughingly, to which no one laughed except himself, and seeing that, Dr Tarika chuckled at Abhijeet.
"Sir, could we now have the cake?" Fredricks said making weird faces, and everyone agreed with him.
They all gathered around the table, where the cake sat lighted up by the candles, and with delicious looking icing.
Daya grabbed the knife, and slowly cut the cake while everyone clapped. This was the most memorable day of Daya's life.
AT SOMEWHERE ELSE.
"So, how does it feel, inspector?" said the man, who had left the boss before, as he wandered around the supposedly 'Inspector', his hand clutching a large knife, which danced around in his fingers. The said inspector was tied to a chair tightly by what seemed ropes made up of nylon.
"The feeling of lonliness, the feeling of no hope, of despair" he said as he came to the level of the inspector, the knife at a foot distance from the inspector's bosom. The inspector was already terrified to death, small whimpers that felt like pleads escaping from his tied mouth.
"When you would be dying here, your lovely wife and your child, what was his name again, yeah Kartik, would also die" the man spoke again, which strike the ultimate terror into the inspector's eyes. For such a dutiful person, the end didn't seem justified. The inspector's eyes were filled with the memories of his precious wife and kid, his heart raced too fast.
"You don't believe me? Here.." The man smirked, putting the microphone of his cell phone around the ear of the inspector, from which the crying voice of his wife could be heard even at a distance. He kicked dust furiously in an attempt to free himself.
"Sleep, now..." The man said as he pierced the inspector through the heart with his knife, who cringed in pain, and died a little later.
"Soon, you all too, would be at my mercy!" the murderer said looking at the wall in front of him, which was filled with photos of CID officers.
What's next?