Dubai;

A despaired team sat on their beds in the warehouse, most of them, still injured.

Having narrated the story to Bipin, all of them were now waiting for the final verdict, looking hopefully at the phone.

"All of you is to get back to your original postings. Effective immediately" said a voice, from the other end of the secure line.

"But Sir-"

"All of you have been burnt and Bakhtiyar has now, got each one of your faces. Nothing is more important to me than the safety of my team. I will not repeat it."

The dismayed team bid farewell to the old Dubai warehouse and everyone except Nakul left for the airports.

—x—

Dubai Deserts;

Bakhtiyar was preparing young men in the Jihad camp when one man came and told him the news about Shoaib. He then proceeded to show Bakhtiyar the photos of the agents.

Bakhtiyar walked out of the room, surprisingly calm and called the young students for a practical.

He asked a guy to go get him a small range bomb. He called two young 8 and 10-year-old boys and strapped the bomb to the younger one.

The instructions were clear. The 10-year-old boy was to run while carrying the 8-year-old boy on his back. If anyone of them were to fall, the bomb would explode.

The 10-year-old boy began running the 400m course while the younger one clung on for dear life. As they went forward, the boy began stumbling. Far out of the bomb's range, Bakhtiyar watched them with binoculars. Suddenly, the boy's leg tripped and the lone two people in the vicinity, blasted to bits.

"Weaklings," Bakhtiyar muttered and went inside the tent.