Biraj followed Vaibhav down to the basement, both of them drenched in a fictitious rain.

"I suppose you're not going to talk about it!?" Biraj asked as Vaibhav pulled one of the cargo collected from the crash site.

"I am not starved of faith, there was a myth and it came true! And you were the one angry at me!"

"Goddess raining lightning bolts on you, and that's your answer?"

"I still have things here, I can actually figure out! As to why women with magical powers exist, why did she chose to strangle me? I think I will just act traumatised and not speak about it to anyone!"

"So, Magnets!?" Biraj blinked quite a few times as he attempted to change the topic.

Vaibhav rolled his eyes up as he hung his head down patting the tarpaulin cover. He breathed deeply and pulled off the cover revealing the machine inside. Almost cylindrical, the machine was cut shapely on the ends. The main components seemed to be encased in four additional linings at equal intervals.

"It looks like a snake with shiny scales inside a glass bottle!" said Biraj, "what about those prints and other stuff you collected?"

"I think these are exhaustion circuits," said Vaibhav ignoring Biraj and taking out a screwdriver, "this central design almost looks like a van de graff generator....."

"Sub Inspector!" a voice came from the sliding doors, interrupting Biraj from asking Vaibhav to explain himself.

Both of them turned to see a woman wearing a long suit and flannel pants. An elegantly embroidered handbag hanging from her left forearm. The designer dress indeed helped her aura but she wasn't equipped to walk on heels. Her insistence to do so did not help her posture. Vaibhav turned back his eyes on the machine, bending over and kneeling by the table edge to get the gestalt of the inner circuits.

"Chaitali Karmakar, public prosecutor from the Siliguri district magistrate's office," she said as she shuffled her pockets to produce a visiting card. Biraj walked up to her and was about to touch the card when a stomping noise was heard from the upper flight of stairs.

Sattu carried himself heavily with his white handkerchief in hand. He could never manage to wipe all the sweat on his forehead. He descended the last stair exhaling deeply when he realised how high his heart rate was. He looked up to see Biraj and Chaitali queerly looking at him, both of them still holding the card.

"I was gonna...,",Sattu began stammering, "you didn't wait at the bus stop!?"

"Yes because I've been here before....."

"Chaitali!?" said Biraj inverting his lips as he took the card and began walking back to Vaibhav. He vaguely remembered his first time drinking taari with Sattu and what it was all about.

"Dr.Roy?" asked Chaitali turning away from Sattu.

Vaibhav looked up from the machine, raising his brows, to peek behind the sliding doors at Sattu panting. The new girl made strong eye contact that had more to do with not turning around rather than looking this way. Vaibhav turned to Biraj for answers, who silently mouthed, "Don't ask!"

Vaibhav turned back to Chaitali and smiled.

"Now, Dr. Roy, I am sure Satyanarayan has other matters that need his attention, like the hospital?"

Vaibhav saw Sattu actually turning red before he ran up the stairs with the same speed he came down.

"I heard you went to the crash site, yesterday," Chaitali walked up to the desk keeping her handbag there with a thud, then she pointed at the machine saying sternly, "you wanna tell me how that is helping my case? I thought you will be working on identifying prints!"

"I'm investigating!" stammered Vaibhav looked up at Biraj, who was smiling softly, playing with the visiting card in his hand. He seemed to enjoy Vaibhav's growing misery.

"Let me be clear...," began Chaitali snatching the screwdriver from Vaibhav's hands as he attempted to tinker with the machine again, accidentally hitting the machine in the process.

The machine hissed into life, with the edges clicking open into long prism-like blades, bathing the inner circuits in a neon light. Chaitali dropped the screwdriver in front of the machine and backed up taking her handbag. Vaibhav and Biraj followed her lead. The edges clicked again and a gurgling began inside the machine. The sound build up until there was none. Vaibhav took a step forward when suddenly the screwdriver moved. Chaitali tried to step back and tipped on the floor. The screwdriver launched itself and shot across the room, lodging straight into the wall outside the room. Cracks radiated around the spot where it hit.

"Let me be clear!" Chaitali stood up and dusted herself, "you work for us! The police doesn't want to conduct science experiments here!"

"Let me explain...," Vaibhav tried to reply.

"I'm the one who explains things!" Chaitali was furious now, "this machine, whatever it is will only help in finding the crimes committed and we already know that. We know Saikat Sanyal is accused of domestic terrorism, I only need you to prove that with your damn forensics! And I need more suspects. It's a curious enough case even without you wasting time tinkering with shiny toys!" Chaitali angrily pulled her handbag over the shoulder.

"I'll get right on it, Ma'am," said Vaibhav meekly as he took a step back and put his head down.

"Ah let me take you to the Inspector!" Biraj suddenly spoke up after being quiet for a long time.