The clouds and raindrops forcefully darkened the crowded streets. The cold air froze the poverty that some children played with hailstones. Some were putting fires as to the contrary, the police just bashed them off that most ran away to the corner of the old burnt slums. Furthermore, the 'rich' people were using umbrellas by touching their cellphones that the strong holographic area held the rain and threw it to the highly sensor made sewage below the footpath.

On the other hand, the detectives were working on their own investigations in their cabins. It was of a crowded sound, disorganized because of half-broken computers, stale, unnecessary pages, unclean wooden tables and broken AC. One of them was isolated from his peers. His hair waved as a typical hero and has few beards. Furthermore, he was wearing a brown trench coat with a blue shirt inside. He was staring at a picture of a family where a tall, bearded man was holding his ski board in the sandy beach and wore his sleeveless stripped red and yellow colored beach wear, while two of the bare top children were wet and smiling with a tall, fair woman stood close as a family.

He felt saddened by looking at the pictures and was even thought of the mysterious circumstances that were behind the picture. As quick as the rain dropped, the old, flying cars were patrolling around the streets. On the contrary, the emotion of the people still lives on but cannot be expressed due to the corrupted nature of the 'cleanliest town of the world' while in reality, the city was an utter waste in the inside.

"Mr. Karim" said an old-powerful man, looking at the trench-coated Karim.

"Yes, Commissioner Rehman, sir" stammered Karim.

"You have been here for years and still acting like a new kid in town? Why? You are one of our best man, and acting like an isolated kid? Why's that?" said the old powerful man, Rehman.

"Sir, this office is been a worse state for 15 years and I cannot do it properly. Till then, there are no actual cases other than the small, domestic crimes that you have assigned me to do! Is that my fault?" asked Karim.

"I understand, son. It's government's orders. I cannot change that. But I got something for you, come to my cabin! Come with me" said Rehman softly.

Karim was shocked with astonishment. He stood up from his desk chair and followed Rehman to his cabin. His colleagues looked at them with a surprising shock. On the other hand, Rehman hardly calls his officers to his personal cabin unless necessary, as contrary to Karim's case, it was special. After Karim entered the room, he looked at the surroundings of the cabin. It had the pictures of the flags of every country with a blue velvet wallpaper. The table was wooden where it had books, and golden globe at the corner.

Commissioner Rehman grinned while Karim was quite nervous, despite his stoned personality in his various missions. Rehman took a box out from the internal desk from his table. It was kind of the shoebox that used to be sold in the 90s to 2010s. Now, the shoes were sold with plastic bags or metal boxes because some of them were electronic while between the events, the animals were injected with chemicals and turned them into metals. Kids even forgot the reality of it.

Commissioner Rehman offered Karim with the box.

"Take it out" cheerfully said Rehman.

Karim slowly pulled the box. He curiously opened the box. For what had he saw inside it, was not prepared for it. It was the old model touchscreen phone.

"A Touchscreen phone?" exclaimed Karim.

"Just access inside the video file!" commanded Rehman.

Karim touched 'the video button'. The video started to open. It was filled with the post-mortem sets. The man in the video with his French beard and even shorter plus spiky hair just arrived at the scene with his staggering feet. The footage was running by seconds.

"Rehman, this message is for you. I have to finish this mess before Zabeer comes to our lab! You need to take care of Double Rapid Fire Action till its end. I understand it would be hard for you... This is Commissioner Lecturer Abir Hossain! You need to save DRFA with your best man!"

The phone became dead!

"This is not the whole video. I think, it needs a fix!" exclaimed whispered Rehman.

Suddenly, he heard of a creepy sound, walking near the door of the cabin. Rehman rushed and took the box by keeping the phone inside and silenced Karim with his finger. The door opened, as it was the handsome man with a stature of a prince charming: wavy hair, baby-faced and yes, tall. In addition to that, he was wearing a blue suit with a white shirt under it.

"Greetings, Commissioner" said the handsome man.

"Sir!" Rehman stood up and gently bowed.

Karim looked back and rushed by standing up.

"Sir, please, have a seat" said Rehman excitedly.

The handsome man sat down gently. He took out a plastic coffee mug and drank slowly. Both policemen looked shocked by widening their mouth.

"What? Haven't you drink a coffee before?" said the handsome man arrogantly.

Both slowed down.

"Ok ok, sir!" said Rehman.

The handsome man was no other than the government, Zabeer. Despite the fact that he was fair and tall, he has a darkest heart that yes, only the 'good' and 'punctual' citizen identifies.

"As I heard of an abduction of a foreign journalist, I would like to use your best man to help me solving it" explained Zabeer, the handsome government.

"But sir, they are already doing the case. They could not find any traces of the missing journalist" stammered Rehman.

"Well, the man standing behind me is my personal choice. What's your name again?" asked Zabeer.

Karim answered his name in a lower tone.

"Well, Inspector Karim. I am impressed by your records since fifteen years. You handled your cases so well that I really became a big fan of yours" said Zabeer.

Rehman smiled and sang praises of him.

Meanwhile, in the land, isolated from the routes of the city. You could say, 52 kilometers from the town, the deserted land that only with a few broken jeeps with some broken rickshaws that were meant for a secret entrance. Inside the broken jeeps, the wall of a cave that was surrounded by the old school electronic things such as an IPod, laptops on the line of the table, similar to the Court of Parliament (Sangsad Bhavan) where it looked like the seats of the stadium.

A lot of young people with black colored, hooded jackets were sitting at their benches. On the stage at the center of the stadium-like gallery, a middle aged beautiful with a wavy haired like woman arrived with a powerful ambience. In addition to that, a young man of his late 20s and had French beard but had a childlike innocence, contrary to his manly leadership skills arrived with his middle aged beautiful mother.

"Good Evening,

Today's meeting is about the rise of our 'Secret TRFA' or 'Secret Triple Rifle Fire Action'. As we are in the news because our foreign journalist, Mr. Sehemat Ahmad from Uzbekistan are safe in our hands. Therefore, we waited for years to establish this secret society to go up against our current government, Zabeer Uddin. On the other hand, I, Rubina Hossein, the chairperson of the 'TRFA' would like to thank our brave leaders and our lead assassins, my son, Mr. Masud Hossein, our brave leader and our lead assassin, Saquib Ahmed! Mr. Saquib, please come to the stage!"

The lean, tall man with a rough beard just arrived in the stage by a little bit of his nervousness but controlled by his manliness. All of the 'The Rebels' especially, a young girl with the perfect red lips with an eye of a Chinese girl cried 'woo' while everyone was clapping. Rubina, the leader further stated:

"This 'TRFA' is the respect and legacy to our former leader..." she stopped. Her tears shredded a bit while her eyes became a bit pink as she was missing her disappeared husband. On that case, Masud held her shoulders with pity on his eyes as well. He stopped when she controlled her tears. She continued

"This 'TRFA' is the respect and legacy of our former leader, General Abir Hossein who was disappeared during the protest where a lot of students died in the incident. As most of you know that the protest started when twelve of our future groundbreakers were killed in a bus that was led by the carelessness of our governed body, Zabeer Uddin. Due to that, most students started the protest in the rallies and were killed during the course of it. Furthermore, General Abir investigated that the bus accident is part of their plan to brainwash our common people. As the students even started a movement by helping the traffic of our country to improve, the government found out and made a chaos on us. Now, we, are the Rebels... We will go for those who needs help from us, especially, the helpless ones. WE ARE ONE! WE ARE THE REBELS!"

Everyone was happy with the slogan and clapped. Masud grinned while Saquib was breathing in a bit to control his nervousness. On that case, an event is about to come to play. Furthermore, what was the reason for Abir's disappearance? How did the STRFA or Secret Triple Rapid Fire Action begun? Why they are so much against Zabeer Uddin?