Author's Notes:

Looking back, i believe i'm the Farcry fanfict with the highest word count at present. It both makes me proud and worried. That the quality of my story, grammar and writing is dropping.

Looking at the chapter number also it isn't good either, when i originally started i pictured around sixty chapters. But as new input and ideas entered it extended to what it is right now at nearly 80 chapters. Looks like i'm gonna finish the story at plus hundred chapters guys.


To those that had never been to Yinke, they wouldn't never know what heaven was like above the clouds. To the people that call it home, Yinke comprised heavily of highlands, rock gravel soil with limited forests and wildlife. Yet the view was the most amazing. The name Yinke derives from the Chinese word for wandering scholar, for there had once been a secluded scriptures academy in the area when the province still had no name to it. Their purpose was to study and make the pilgrimage to the Ancient Chinese city of Chang'an for their imperial examinations. That was where Yinke's heritage originated from and why their apparent closeness to the modern China existed still.

When the PRC annexed Tibet they had spread to wide and too thin, therefore could not continue on for fear of a retaliation from India. So Yinke was left to its lonesome, instead they came to the communist party seeking aid and assistance in cultivating themselves into a nation. They sent engineers and crop specialists to enhance their industry and agriculture. When they needed arms to protect themselves, the People's Republic dispatched their Western Threater Army to provide military advisors and arms as was expected of a communist brother at the time.

Yinke had experienced a time of prosperity when it had adopted the Communist ideology, however not everything was perfect within the three cities. All it took for something perfect to lose perfection was a blemish, and that blemish had a name.

His name was Tenzin.

And he was the President-turn despot of The People's Democratic of Yinke from the Vgru clan now in exile. Tenzin ruled with an iron fist and sentenced the honest and hardworking to hard labour, whilst living in luxury in his personal mansion on the highest peak served by virgin girls on a daily basis. The people cried out for mercy to anyone that would provide such a thing, in response two saviours came professing an ideology of the Golden Path, a patriarchal society that idolized a man to come before them.

These people were foreigners from the violent warlike Kingdom of Kyrat, they were the Great Teachers Swara Lamsal and Doctor Ved. They were once the subjects of a great man they preached of, his generals. He had passed on, but his teachings remained and that was what they were here for, seeking a worthy successor to the Golden Path legacy.

Thousands gathered under the dry grass hovel to hear their teachings and what a great man this father was to his country. Fighting a foreign tyrant much like Tenzin and even accepting the former crooks that had abandoned their wickedness to seek a righteous path. Soon, these thousands became tens of thousands and a cry for restoration of natural order resounded the mountains.

The brave warriors and soldiers that had listened to their teachings understood what needed to be done. They turned on their leader and stormed parliament forcing the despot to abdicate his seat to the people once more. So, with no appointed leader, who would lead Yinke? When the Great Teachers were asked to take up the reigns they declined as their reason was they were not natural born of Yinke and so therefore could not address the interests of the country. Instead, a politburo party was appointed to manage the statecraft and one member elected by the people to be the president. But before all members, in the highest appointment of their new order would always be their founding father, Mohan Ghale.

"What a load of bull." Ajay snorted as he tossed the book labelled 'A Shining Yinke' into the back of the Sherpa caravan.

"Was it not to your liking, Badala?" The Sherpa asked him.

"It was an overglorified piece of garbage meant to sway the minds of little kids that just learnt how to read." It had a strong element of propaganda effort like Hitler's Mein Kampf or Mao Zedong's Little Red Book, there was probably a copy in every Yinke household kept as close as a bible.

The Sherpa laughed agreeing. "Yeah, a bit too strongly worded for my taste. But an eye opener to the world around us."

But it still didn't erase the fact that Devas Swara and Ved had established a state government based on the ideology of Golden Path effectively making Yinke there's. Beijing probably didn't care who ran the party so long as their ties were the same and they received the same amount of exports in coal and they had military access when things became tight with India over their Himalayan border issues.

Kyrats global signature was about to spike because of four reasons. One was the kingdom effectively free from civil war and was progressing economically. Two was their foreign relations with three big players in the UN council, one of which was a security council member. And the third was the disparity in armaments it had with its immediate neighbours, even the larger Nepal. And the last was that by invading Yinke, they would incur the wrath of the dragon. The PLA would intervene, there was no question about that. It was simply justified as liberating an ally from an invasion. However, Ajay and Pagan were about to show that with all that power and military might, Beijing could do nothing but stand and watch. The plan was already in effect, Pagan took off in his private jet to begin his mission at the same time that Ajay left to provide forward element reconnaissance and understanding of the social circles in Yinke. He also had a letter to give to the governing committee of Yinke.

Kyrat had the backing of two nations. One was China's rival for the Himalayas, the other was their comrade for many years. He had never seen how the Chinese fought and neither did he want to find out. Although history had a way of describing their military exploits over the course of their conception as a Communist country. China had one fatal weakness, which was its egotistical pride. Them being the oldest union of states to form an empire in existence, they were founders of many techniques and concepts still used today. Naturally, that pride was a given, but both its government and people had a problem with leeway, it simply wasn't in their vocabulary. Because of that, Western governments always had difficulties understanding the dragon. But for Ajay, he would use it against them for their own gain. It wasn't hard to sway a governing body, it was all about 'what's in it for me?' mentality. From there, everything works out. Even they aren't that stubborn.

It was three days since he was smuggled into Yinke along with the Hunter Cadres who remained out of sight at all times. It was during a broadcast by Pagan to address that atrocity at Lanka and their intentions to bring the appropriate parties that had fled to Yinke to justice that a humble Sherpa came forward to the Lakshman council office through the Sherpas' town association representative council member.

What she offered was a complete map of Yinke, their cities, villages and even sightings of military installations.

"You don't know how big a gratitude the crown owes you, Akita."

"It was the least our clan could offer in return for the wonderful things you've done for our people." She smiled from the front of the carriage.

Ajay guessed this was his reward for the good karma he sowed with the Sherpa. He gave them free passage into Lakshman when it was still called Valley of Death. He also included a seat in the Town Council to represent their interests in the town which was becoming a city. Lakshman was a safe refuge and comfortable place for them to rest from their long nomadic voyages around the Himalayas. This woman named Akita had been a regular traveller to the countries that surrounded this region. The Kumsa Kingdom, Papir Republic, People's Democratic of Yinke and the Kyrati Kingdom. She'd been to all of them, it started with her parents taking her around their usual routes. Now it was just her and baby Maya, the child she named after the lady of Lakshman that everybody knew. The child sitting on Ajay's lap throughout the journey.

"I think she likes you a lot. Say Papa, Maya."

"Woah there! Don't take things too far now." Akita chuckled behind the reins.

Ajay placed baby Maya on the quilts and blankets of the basket before sitting next to Akita in the front.

Up ahead was an established town and at the top of the peak, a lone building the size of hotel Budapest.

"That's the Parlimentiary building were all the big self-important men look over the rest of the country. I've always found it strange, weren't they supposed to be a communist country?" The concept confused her when there was an obvious disparity in wealth despite their system.

"It's just the way people are, in some cases all animals are equal becomes all are equal, but some are more equal than others." Ajay recalled an English film called Animal Farm, it had tones of the failures of a communist system. Not because the system was imperfect, all systems, Democracy, Communism, Monarchy were flawless. It was the human element of it that was flawed with a simple trait that could bog down a countries development, greed.

"Pft! I guess all parliament members are pigs then." She giggled away.

"Mmm."

They travelled further into the town and reached the market place and had a quick meal there. After that, Ajay went to the caravan, shook hands and waved to the other caravan members goodbye before returning Akita's carriage. He pulled out the bag containing his armour and weapons in concealment, Yinke had a no-firearms law in place so he had to be careful in bringing them. His slayer was taken-down, while his bow was thankfully foldable. A Customized HK45 Pistol given to him by Samar from the Royal Armory, acted as his hand-carry concealed weapon. His kukri wasn't much of a problem as he could justify it, the slayer and the bow for hunting purposes to some extent, although he hid the unusual bow as its unfamiliar look could draw suspicion.

"I guess this is it then." Akita returned and lifted the sheets to the carriage.

"It is, although you'll definitely see us back in Kyrat the next time you visit."

"Ha! By then this little one would already be able to walk." Ajay walked over after digging in his bag.

His took her hand and placed in it what he'd been holding, as his hand left to reveal what it was, Akita gasped at the contents.

"This-…"

Two Ruby stones the size of dies were in her hand.

"Ones for Maya when she grows up, the other ones for the very entertaining and gracious host." He said with a smile.

Akita quickly recovered and went over and pecked him on the cheek.

"Thank you, Badala. I hope that the next time both of us meet you, you wouldn't shoo us away."

"I can hardly forget either of you, I'm sure Maya will grow to be as beautiful as her name sake." Akita laughed heartily.

"Take care."

"And may fortune be with both of you." Ajay replied before turning to leave. Perhaps he'd meet them again, perhaps not. Only time would tell.

Ajay went to an isolated part of the alleyway, he sat and waited. Not long after waiting, five silhouettes dropped from the rooftops and landed on their feet like nimble cats.

"Orders, my lord."

"Assess the civilian population here, study the town layout and what you can of the garrison forces present."

"Already done, milord. There is a barracks just West of the town at the base of the hill to their government building on top. Strength is about a hundred, they patrol even less times than our own troops." The hunter leader reported.

"That's because they've never been in a war like ours, perhaps the higher authorities have kept the public in the dark about their task force that ventured into Kyrat."

The Hunters were quiet, they had been dispatched to protect and support Ajay from the dark by the Huntress Matriarch, the spiritual leader of all hunters under the Royal Army.

"Any signs of Golden Path?"

"None that we can locate, it is especially difficult here." Hearing the hunters of all people say they'd lsot Golden Paths scent was not a good sign.

"Mmm? Why?"

"This land is simply-….. barren. There are no natural spirits here and the natural predators are so scarce, limited to mere wolves, dhole and occasional herds of sambar. We have problems finding natural trails that would expose themselves." This was an interesting insight from their very tune-in association with natural. Though he knew that they weren't kidding.

The ground had barely any soil yet not too rocky that it made travelling difficult, which explained the good ground for operating their armored units. Unfortunately, the vegetation was almost negligible. So for those that used the forest to their advantage wouldn't find themselves at home here. If there was a fight, it was strictly long-ranged where the YLA Armored forces thrived. Perhaps they could use the town as cover, then force their response forces to fight in urban grounds. Something that his brigade was more familiar with.

"Transmit your findings to high command, then meet me at the base of that hill later."

The Lead Hunter nodded and bird whistled to his companions who climbed the buildings and disappeared out of sight.

Ajay returned to the busy street. He enjoyed the sights and sounds of this place while it still had pea-

"A thief! GUARDS! Get that street rat!"


Sagarmatha Air Base, home to IAF pilots and the mercenary aviators of Lupus Caelum, the company built by Longinus and Ajay under trust in Switzerland. Today, their temporary home was occupied with Three Regiments prepping to load up on the 6th Squadrons heavy airlift transports. A mixture of Il-76MDs and turboprop An-12 airframes. Most were temporarily loaned from Uzbekistan and India for the following Campaign into enemy territory. But sufficient in delivering the expeditionary army to Yinke. The supreme commander of the force had been appointed by Pagan was Lieutenant-Colonel Saraswati Roka who Ajay conferred for formalities-sake as the 3rd Kshatriyan Lord.

They would roll out the moment Ajay had done what he needed to do in Yinke, advance scouting and delivering that hand-written letter from Pagan to their governing body. Then Kyrat would mobilize to crush Golden Path and force Yinke into submission. The People's Democratic of Yinke owed more than monetary and written compensations to the Kyrati Kingdom.

As they were loading men, weapons and supplies onboard, the television replayed Pagan's address to the Kingdom to assure them of the situation and of what they intended to do. To face invasion from a neighbour was a frightening prospect to the people who first caught wind of this rumor now supported with facts. Evidence was being broadcasted on the television sets all over, this included a confession from numerous prisoners of war. Since it was clearly an act of war from Yinke.

And for once, the people were so enraged with the idea that Golden Path had invited outsiders to fight by them and terrorize their relatives in Lanka that a spike in civilian-military collaboration took place hours after Pagan aired on the news channel.

Saras watched from the balcony of the control tower as the army loaded itself up to ship out. Every man that boarded had volunteered for that tour out of Kyrat, not because it was a rare opportunity to see sights outside Kyrat. But because their enemy had to face their burning wrath.

Amongst the members of the expeditionary command team were Colonel Raja and Maya of the Royal Guard and herself. Brigadier Kul had fervently demanded to join but was denied not by Arjun, but by Ajay. He knew it was painful for the father to lose his only son when all they did was serve the kingdom to their utmost, but he would not allow the Kul household to fall because of a vendetta. So Ajay promised the Brigadier the heads of those responsible, he promised to bring Vasu back to punish though he would live. Not to ease his pain or give him solace, but to uphold the Brigadier's family honour.

Brigadier Kul trusted in Ajay to be true to his words, and swore to protect Kyrat from any further intrusion. The Yinke Commando Regiments' intrusion would be the last foreign invader while he stood. He gave up his appointment as a Division Commander to be the Commandant of Lanka till death. Standing like a watchful guardian over the territories of Kyrat. In years to come he would be known as 'Sentinel' Kul by the history class excursions done by the schools to visit the city central of Lanka.

From afar, the Jatayu Commandos were loading up on the heavy airlifters for their paradrop into hostile territory to open up a landing zone for the armor and logistics to syphon in after them. She and the command team would only follow right after.

None of these were on Saras's mind, however.

All she'd been thinking about was what Ajay had said to her at Lanka a week ago. Everytime she recalled those two words, her heart palpitated rapidly non-stop. Back when he said it to her, she thought she had fallen asleep and was having a pleasant dream.

But it was a fantasy made reality. Somehow all the death in Lanka had made him weary of the fighting. He understood that whether he was around or not after everything, there would always be people who looked up to him or depended on him to make it through. He might not have the desire to rule Kyrat like the King had planned but he would at least have a place here to call home by earning it.

She was just thankful she could maintain a cool face and think things through before replying. Her answer was she only wished to marry Ajay Ghale. From that, he could tell that she would only agree if he put down the mask and mantle of demon. With the regional war looming with no sign of how long it would actually take even though it was thoroughly planned to be a quick takeover, nothing would usually go as planned.

Saras fiddled with the jewel hairpin that Ajay had given her some time ago.

"And the ants go marching two by two….."

Saras turned to the doorway to find Noore had finally arrived.

"You're here early."

"Well, I just had to see you off at least. Ashley's been quite the little helper so I could make time to come early. Who knows how long it'll be before you and Ajay come back."

"Hopefully not too long."

"Yeah."

"So what can I do for you?" She had come to this arranged point instead of seeing her off at the airfield, Noore obviously understood it was for something else.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure, might as well." Noore joined her beside the railings of the balcony on the control tower.

"So….."

Noore initiated the conversation.

"I heard that Ajay proposed to you."

"…"

"You did the right thing, girl! Make him look forward to something when all this is done."

Noore said carefree whilst patting her on the back, despite her usual seriousness. But Saras's mood didn't seem to change.

"(Sigh) And here I thought that the conflict would end with the Golden Path surrendering. Instead…. We have this mess." There were no victory parades upon the closing of the twenty-six year long civil war. Only a declaration to continue another in a foreign land. But at least they weren't fighting Kyratis? They sure as hell would lose some.

"You wanna ask why he wouldn't put down the mask, right?" Noore was the most perceptive in drawing that personality out of Ajay.

"Why? Hasn't he done enough, if Golden Path do come back then we would be ready."

"This was never about Golden Path. From what Pagan tells me, its more. What they're about to do will redefinite the workings of the Himalayan countries in our region."

"By invading Yinke?"

"Yinke is a very big part of this plan, Pagan made me swear not to say but if things go accordingly, Kyrat might never face a situation that would warrant a civil war ever again."

"It still doesn't answer why though."

"No, it doesn't." Noore nodded in agreement.

After a while of silence Saras asked.

"What is Ajay's greatest shame?" She recalled the one thing that Ajay wouldn't reveal to anyone, but perhaps the same could not be said for Noore. She'd seen how they'd collarabated with one another all the time, like two peas in a pod working non-stop to achieve something no one seemed to understand.

"Curious, darling?"

"It's something none of us know, yet it seemed to have a very big impact on how he behaves. What could possibly make him care so much that he of all people would cry over the death of so kid that died on the street?"

Noore thought about it for a while whether she wanted to say it, she even lit a cigarette to calm her nerves.

"You couldn't possibly imagine the bloodshed he's gone through. Honestly, to call him demon is a relatively kind. He's seen what the end of the tunnel looks like and ran fast enough to escape it. All this….." She motioned to her surroundings.

"Wouldn't even make up for what he thinks he had done."

"What was it?" Saras looked to Noore with pleading eyes, with the desire to know. Noore sighed, it was clear that Saras was having serious thoughts about being with him, yet wasn't sure if she could handle the emotional baggage he would likely bring with him. She puffed away at her stick.

"I won't tell you, you need to hear it from him personally." Upon hearing she was denied that, Saras chuckled in defeat.

"It's not as bad as you think, and certainly not something that many would beat themselves over."

"Then why is he like this?"

"He's just too good natured, dear. You of all people should know that, he mask was to hide that nature so that he would be taken seriously instead of being a naïve fool. After all, you'd follow someone who would force you rather than suggest doing something." Noore said with a smile. Hearing this, Saras sighed.

"I feel like an idiot for asking this from you."

"No worries, dear. Every once in a while we need someone else to confirm our fears. So I guess this is farewell till next time then, huh?" Noore held out her hand for a handshake.

"…. Noore."

"Hmm?" Noore had a feeling that Saras had more she wanted to say than just confirming her standing point with someone else. So she was all ears to her good friends request, Saras was after all one of those friends she deeply trusted.

"Anything else you want to share, darling? Go on and don't be shy. I'm all ears to you." Saras nodded in acknowledgement and started with-

"Can you keep a secret?"


The civilians scattered in all directions afraid of what they'd seen. In the wake of where it had occurred were seven police officers lying on the ground groaning fr om the cracked ribs, wrists and fingers. The culprit of all this was none other than Ajay.

"Damn it! Lemme go! Help! Help! He's gonna sell me into slavery!" The street kid yells to the crowd, but no one took action. For just a minute ago, he was caught stealing cash from one of the stall vendor's pockets. It was like cries of 'the boy who cried wolf'. Whist trying to lose his law-enforcing pursuers, he threw the bag towards Ajay and cheekily said "Here's todays cut, boss!" Before attempting to flee further, but of course Ajay wasn't going to let him get away and grabbed his shirt and heard him in the air.

When the cops came to apprehend that thief, they had heard his rant earlier and suspected Ajay of being the organiser of several of the reported pickpocketing and petty theft cases around the areas. Not even giving Ajay a chance to explain himself, they drew their makarovs to force him to submit. Ajay sighed, because this jinx had just gotten him into trouble he tried so hard to avoid, if he went back to their station, there was no way they wouldn't check his items and find a set of armor and a ridiculously formidable gun for hunting anything other than the local wildlife. Plus, he was armed with a modern automatic pistol that wasn't available in these parts. Samar insisted that he carry it due to prolong combat conditions requiring the very best to reduce fatigue, which he reluctantly obliged even if it was easier to lug around that the all-steel 1911. He would do his best not to get caught, but unfortunately luck wasn't on his side.

After hanging the kid on a pole, Ajay swiftly disabled the police with his titanium coated-ceramic gauntlets, the only part of his armor that was actively on him. It was here that for the first time, he applied the use of the Royal Martial Art, Four Seasons of Pandemonium upon his very first unfriendly targets. Barely three seconds had passed when the three officers that had come were already on the ground groaning over pains. Five more had appeared out of the requests from the civilians in distress, he took less time to dispatch them with his hands and legs.

For the first time, Ajay realised what a cinch it was to deal with multiple adversaries that it wasn't even exhilarating at all. No wonder Bibek, Vasu, and Darshan were almost unstoppable in hand-to-hand. The Royal Martial Art was what allowed Kyrat to thrive and repel invaders many times over to form the first key stones to the Kyrati Kingdom. It explained why Bibek Khati could force negotiation with the Huns, why Vasu and the rest were herald as Devas and why Darshan was as dangerous as he was.

The crowd watched with gaping mouths as Ajay grabbed the kid by the collar and ran off into the alleyway. The kid too was wearing the same shocked look, they simply hadn't seen anything so graceful take down multiple opponents at once. Ajay could see a big gape in the times that Yinke and Kyrat lived in. The Civil War had honed and tempered the peoples' understanding of certain elements to fighting and warfare. In Yinke, it was virtually non-existent. Perhaps the government had done superbly at suppressing any symptoms of rebellion and had in turn removed the thoughts of conflict all together.

Ajay was now picturing their reaction they would have with parachutes opening over them and bullets raining all around. There would be pure anarchy and worse, when the governing forces were suppressed. Ajay and the Kyrati forces would have a difficult time coordinating peace with the civilians. What he needed was inside help.

"Alright! Time out! I'm sorry, mister!... Just- please let me down now…" The kid said frantically squirming about in Ajay's arm as he ran further into a quiet part of the city which seemed to have the appearance of a slum.

It was only when they were a safe distance from the scene did Ajay have thoughts of putting him down.

"First off, I'd like you to promise not to run. Because if you do I will shoot you."

"Yeah! I promise, ok?" Having heard it from his own mouth, Ajay put him down.

"Can I have my money back?" He requested.

"What money?" Ajay shamelessly tucked the bag of cash into his pockets just as he had filed a claim for it. At that moment, the kid pouted but understood that the fellow in front of him wasn't a fool easily tricked.

"(Sigh) Fine! Whatever, I'm goin-(Click)." The boy stopped in his tracks when he heard the familiar sound of a handgun firing hammer cock under the cloak that Ajay donned.

"Seems you're not very good at following instructions." The boy's hands immediately entered a surrender pose.

"Jeez, what do you want?!..." He whinged.

"I'm looking for someone to take me around town. Of course, it won't be for free." Ajay dangled the money bag in front of him. Immediately, the boy's expression turned 190.

"Why didn't you say that earlier, of course I'll-." As he reached out to grasp the bag Ajay lifted it out of reach.

"Let me correct myself, I didn't mean this surface place, I meant the underground." The boy's expression turned into a frown, naturally he grew suspicious of Ajay's intent of going there.

"Do that and I'll add in this to your payment." Ajay took out one of his trinket rubies and dropped it into the money bag pouch. It was only a few seconds that it was out in the open, yet the boy instantly caught sight of the uncut stone and all its imperfections made brilliant. The boy's hand unconsciously reached out once more.

"Deal?" Ajay asked as he dodged with superior reflexes to his grab.

"Deal! Deal! Is it real, by the way?- Nevermind, I'll check it out first!" The boy shook hands with Ajay and received the bag but not the stone.

"Hey!" For not getting what he wanted it was rather upset.

"Start working your way towards it, kid." Its not that Ajay never had a period in his life he wasn't any different from that boy. So these things were child's play to him, the only question was if the rest of the underworld thought the same way.

Where there was a city there was also an underworld that dealt with contraband smuggling or other behind the walls kind of deals going on regularly. Sometimes the city law enforcement hunted them down, sometimes they let them be because they weren't well-equip enough to deal with the situation. When that happened, there was often cases of corruption, dirty cops demanding protection fees to keep whatever operation going whilst they kept a blind eye and cover for them in the event of an investigation. Typically, if there was a pretty large slum, the possiblility of it existing was high because of the idling manpower available for various runner jobs. In Brooklyn, Mama Tinashe wielded similar power as an influential person of that district. NYPD would always be careful around her area and always respect her presence even if it involved a case in her territory.

"So what's your name mister?"

"Soren. You?"

"Shikhar."

Ajay took note as he followed Shikhar quietly as he led him towards the more rundown part of the slums. He checked and chambered a round in his handgun.

He had a feeling he would need it.


It was as if the word Communism was just a word and not a way of life in Yinke at all here in the North-East district of the Pada Mo City.

Where Shikhar brought him was to a sleezy end of a street with prowling hookers, more specifically a well-bullt building contrary to the surrounding yet matched the picture of the area. Because said building was a bordello.

"Is this your definition of underworld? Clearly you haven't grown any hair between those legs of yours." Ajay sighed as he had been taken a fool by a brat.

"I'm serious! Look, just follow me in-."

"Like they'd let a brat your age in, ha! Maybe as an employee perhaps. Who knows, everyone has a favorite type."

"Man, you've vulgar….." Shikhar was astonished at the way of his tongue, but it sounded almost as if he were brought up in the same kind of shithole as him.

"Just where are you from?"

"Less questions more answers. Why did you bring me here?"

"There are few who could call themselves the kings of the underground as you describe. She would be the top on that list. The woman you wanna see is in that building. Her name-…. I dunno but she's the proprietress of this joint and has her roots deep in places you're better off not knowing." Ajay felt this kid was hopeless in giving details he wanted.

"Come on." Ajay walked toward the heavily guarded entrance.

"What? You want me to go too?!"

"Do you want to earn your keep?" A ruby stone was fiddled around in Ajay's fingertips for Shikhar to see.

"Tsh! Fine!" The boy angrily stomped forward, but his footsteps became quieter and meeker as he reached the front.

"Hello boys. Could you do me a favour?" Ajay said to the two beefcakes keeping a vigilant pose at the door to the colourful bordello.

"What is it? If you don't have cash then screw off!" One gestured rudely like he was interrupted from doing something important. Like standing in idle required absolute focus.

"Now that's no way to treat a customer. Whatever happened to quality service, buddy?" Ajay said with a sly grin that agitated that man.

"I'm only gonna give you five seconds to beat it, or it'll be you getting the beating!" He began to crack his knuckles.

"I don't like your attitude. I'm loaded and you give me this kind of treatment when all i want is to ask a few questions about you charming little joint. Bring the manager here, would you?" Ajay smiled to the other guy who wanted to laugh at what a fool Ajay was making himself out to be.

"And what should I tell her?"

"That she'd better start searching for a new partner for you-…" Veins popped out of the first suited guard who bellowed in rage.

"That's it! You're dead!" He flung his fist with decent velocity it could take all the teeth out of Ajay's mouth. That man stood against Ajay in a dimension ratio of 5:3 which said a lot about how big he was to Ajay.

To the crowd of customers and courtesans by the balcony above, it was a show worth watching. One particular courtesan watched from her office with intrigue in her doe-like eyes. Shikhar covered his face with his palm to the mess that was about to happen, he knew who would be on the ground in the end of the day.

With his left hand, he tapped the trajectory of the man's fist aside to miss his face by an inch whilst his right hand waved and struck his cheek with the back part of his right hand.

The man was flung off his feet and struck the dirt floor motionless.

Up top, the bordello occupants were silent to the reverse of what they'd expected.

"Ops, did I use too much force on you?"


Author's Thoughts:

Just Ajay delivering the Bitch slaps for Bitch hoes that deserve a slappin'.