CHAPTER 1 The unseen help

Paris, one of the best nations to live in and visit on. But there is a huge traffic at the road leading to 'Davis and Sons restaurant', it is the most famous restaurant in whole of the Paris and moreover it is new years eve. Still there can be more than one reasons to get the traffic jam .

"Take him safely, don't rush people, stay calm…"

"Karl, Fin take team alpha and beta and control the crowd."

"Roger sir." the two thin guys with the police uniform agreed.

"hello…" on call, "yes sir…. Yes I had ordered to block the roads… Yes Work is in progress…. sir we are trying our best… we won't let our sights off."

There were too much shouting at the place, not quite enjoying but harsh just like screams that noone likes to hear, fire trucks and ambulances are all set and ready standing at scene. Many of the persons, those who are standing somewhat away from the scene or the one's who are caught up in this silly jam, are recording this moments of the place as if it were one of the remembering moments even though this might not be worth remembering as it seems. It is already 1.00 of midnight and the city was whole lit up out of shadows by not only the decoration lights but also with the lights of some public vehicles like ambulances, fire trucks and police cars. Hospitals going full in just first hour of new year, Sirens echoing loud on streets.

Mr. Mike Staker the blood in 30's is the chief of police in this area. A man of honor and principles, just and as simple as plain paper, had received many awards for his marvelous works as police chief. He is inquiring inside the hospital.

"so what you had seen sir?"

"A big crimson ball taking over the restaurant leaving everything coming in its way scattering into pieces. Describing it alone feels living the most dark nightmare of your life." One of the rescued wounded answered, his voice quit dull and frightened alone had described its impact.

"Thanks for your help." Leaving the seat besides wounded's bed, Mike stood up with a weak looking face.

"Karl, what are the news of the scene?"

"sir crowd has been controlled and fireman's are doing their job quite efficiently."

"what about rest of the teams? Has they got any clue of the accuser?"

"sir Fin and team alpha is searching in North but nothing till now. Others are also all empty handed up till now."

"damn it." He grunted "ok inform if something comes up, understood?"

"roger sir." They searched for 2days still nothing to follow with. All hands bare and empty for Mike and his squad.

"second…. Second in a week and most shameful on first hour of New year." fisted on table, words fading in air all alone.

"what happened sir!" thin officer with curled hairs and shady cap came running inside.

"nothing, thinking about new years incident." Leaned back. "what about investigation, anything to work with?"

"not much, however Fin just called , said got some information related to incident." "he's on his way."

The other officer had entered, saluted and stood firm. "come Fin, come. We are only talking about you right now." "I heard you had some information?"

"Yes sir. We got a suspect who might be involved." Fin said.

"who?"

"Azhar…. Azhar Mahmoud."

"Azhar Mahmoud?"

"A criminal whom you don't know as you were newly appointed here."

"sir he is charged for robbery, drug trafficking and murder." tooking off his shady cap Karl told.

"Then what sentence he got? Life imprisonment?" placing his hand on table.

"actually he is out of prison, as he completed his sentence of 5 years." Fin set on chair.

"What 5 years on jail only! Are you kidding ?" surprisingly said.

"The real thing is…."

Sitting on chair besides Fin's Karl interrupted "Real thing is he was found innocent in murder and drug trafficking turn out to be drug possession of class B drugs. Thus he only got 5 years of jail." Leaning back on chair he continued "and now you will ask what about robbery, then let me inform you I too don't know anything about that."

"Then why you are telling you don't know even I didn't asked you a single question" Mike bristled "now shut up and let Fin speak."

"sir he did found to be the robber and got 3 months of jail too, but it was about year before he was sentenced for 5 years."

"when did he get out?"

"about 2 weeks ago." Fin replied.

"Only because he was found to be a robber and drug possessor we can't accuse him to be a terrorist, also we need some proofs too."

"yes I totally agree." Karl with weirdly look.

"shut up and listen Karl." Fin grunted. "sir do you remember the locket of alphabets AZ that we got at the site of incident? Similar locket had wore by this Azhar that's the prime reason why he became our first suspect."

Mike Grabbed paper weight, started spinning it and said "needle, pointed and sharp can harm someone only when it is thrown recklessly but also used in weaving beautiful wearing when used in organized manner, knife can't only be used for murder but if used by a doctor it can save the critical life too."

"What you mean sir?" Fin asked.

"I mean, only because of his cast you can't announce him to be a culprit and also with some proof that we can't even know has any critical connections to this person and the incident. Cause sometimes it didn't always true what we might see." Boldly told. "I want his records on my table and two of you will continue your investigation." Stopped the paper weight spinning on the table.

Talking of Azhar, a guy of 34, heighted and with well built body, he always wore bluish no sleeve coat with all of his shirts and classic bottoms. A man with soft reddish beard, hairs reddish too. Has been fired from his job soon after he was convicted for crimes. And fortune left his team to leave him only for opposite. Right now he was wandering on streets wistfully with only a photo in his hand.

Meanwhile on the other hand, Mike and his team has some different actions planned for Azhar.

"Karl, Fin…. I had studied his records and I think we have to search his house surprisingly; so if he was involved in this incident then we might be getting some little clue or something relating incident and Azhar, also not only his house but also all other possessions including plot and all of the one's he had." "am I clear?"

"yes sir." Both replied. "but sir he only have his house as possession and we won't have to be bothered about others."

"ok then let's head towards st.Pete's square, town hills residence." They all get into their cars and 3 police cars headed straight away.

Its house no. 178, silent and peaceful, it was the only house built among 10 plots present there.

"what you would say now sir?" Shady capper questioned.

"It is indeed the suspicious place yet you can't accuse someone based on location too. Also I might think he is not at home."

"And why thought that sir!" Fin told.

"If he was here than he came out listening sirens."

"I knew that from beginning sir! Ha..ha.." shady capper chuckled.

"stop being too stupid Karl, this is not a joke." Mike frowned. "now try finding a way inside." "graham, ben, butcher park the cars somewhere outside so if Azhar might come he didn't get any hint of us. Got it?"

"yes sir."

"now all of you go find some entrance."

No much work required for them to find a glass window, at back side of the house.

"Sir there's a only glass window near the back door, that we can broke into." Fin informed.

"OK, let's go. Fin, Karl and you four come inside while you remaining ones will guard the doors and if Azhar comes be quick to inform us. And be hidden. Understood!"

"Yes sir." All agreed.

They shattered the glass window into thousand shimmering pieces and entered the suspected house.

"now split up in pairs." And all splited up into different directions to check the house.

But Mike still after seeing all well formed interior and well built house was somewhat lost into thoughts.

"What happened sir? Why you look to be lost in thoughts?" shady capper asked.

"nothing in proper, I'm thinking about the reason why Azhar had to rob, if he had some good money to built house like this."

"That's a quite good point but sir it might be possible that he made this house just by robbing other peoples too, yet never caught before. Too simple sir." He crackled.

"stop your foolish jokes you cretin." Mike wistfully told.

Searching for every single room but nothing in suspicious found. Karl in between entered the store room, checking every single thing but nothing he think to be reported problematic. All of them gathered to hall, no all said to the question by Mike, nothing is what not accepted by Fin cause he got his eyes on Azhar's family photos hanging on his bed room walls and Azhar had wore the same locket that they found at scene.

"Sir I think we had to check it again." Suggested Fin, one can clearly see determination to find even a single thing against Azhar in his eyes.

"and why do you think we had to search again?"

"Sir I saw his family photos in bed room and I marked the presence of same locket we found back then around his neck."

"so you are still against him being innocent."

"But sir demon is always a demon no matter how bad he's punished."

"don't be stupid like Karl, Fin…. just be practical." Told with a giant frown on his face.

"But sir..."

"no more words let's leave." Mike scolded.

"yes sir." Agreed forcefully.

"Aaah! don't be off fin like the room in dark." Shady capper told.

"Room in dark!"

"yes like the one near to the store room. Don't know why he built a room like that." And he crackled.

"have you checked it?" Fin asked.

"you know I'm afraid of dark places and there's no place in that room to put something important. Haha. I am too intelligent know."

"you foolish cretin can't you just pretend not to be soooo… stupid." Fin grunted out loud.

"hey who are you judging me? Huh."

And the fight broke in as always. "stoooop…. Stop! Don't fight in between; you both are working together don't even dare to forget this, cause if you do dare you are expelled out. Am I clear!" shouted Mike. Mike really is good at finishing fights in just some words of speech.

"roger sir." Both stopped all unwillingly.

"now let's go check it out, rest of you go and inform the unit that we are done. Clear?"

"yes sir."

"sir I too go outside with them to inform after all they need one senior officer to confirm. Didn't they?" Shady capper hesitantly said.

Grabbing his hand tightly Mike told "where are you going Mr. Intelligent? Come with us." The clutch looks alike the lion grabbing his prey.

All three approached the shadowed room, too small to be used for something, also the only spooky looking place in this bright house.

"Door is locked sir!"

"why in the world only this door is secured too tightly, even it's a no to use room." Mike thought.

"So let's go sir, we won't need to see inside, I heard of ghosts living in places like this and once if they have control on you, its only one fate you achieve, De…ath." Turned his white face towards Mike, his legs all shivering in fear.

"yes and they only grab the stupid people that are afraid of dark, you know." Fin crackled.

Karl ran to hide behind the pole nearby. "stop teasing him Fin. And you come here, there are no ghosts and if there are they can't take control of someone's body, not if he is good stupid guy. OK!" Mike commented.

"If that is the point then I'm on, break this door Fin, can't you even do a little work like this?" shady capper told.

"ok, my boss I will do this, as I'm not afraid of little ghosts." Fin taunted breaking the door open. "what the hack! Stairs!"

"What is it anything suspicious?" Mike asked.

"not suspicious, just proof of suspicion as stairs."

Mike came nearer and surprised by the presence of stairs leading somewhere down. "let's go See."

All of the three reached down to a cellar quite full of useless things and messy too. "Fin, Karl search the place." While searching Both got a sight on a somewhat big junk covered in a white cloth much dusty and with little pinpoint holes, seemed to be much old, at least three to four years.

"what it can be?" Fin thought out loud.

"its just a junk that we need not consider Fin." Replied shady capper.

"What we don't have to consider!" Mike approached nearer. And removed the cloth. They are sponge boxes.

"Ah! Sponge boxes. These are not suspecting at all."

But when touched by Fin it seemed to be different. "if these are sponge boxes then why they are hard on touching."

"hard!" Mike touched, "you are right Fin there is something wrong. Take one of these out and open."

They both lifted one box up and landed it beside Mike, when opened contents shocked Mike and Karl but Fin looked quite pleased.

"You should be thanking my doubt on Azhar for getting into this sir." Fin with a light offending smile said.

"we found the proofs, let's head back to the station and then arrest Azhar." Mike told with a no notable hesitation; he still can't believe how he get wrong in Azhar's case.

They grabbed the proofs and stated to leave. For Azhar once again bad timing as always, he was coming back home. The officers hiding around his house spotted him coming and informed Mike.

"no problem let him in, and cover all the entrances afterwards he must be arrested OK."

"roger sir." And all of them had covered every possible outing for him. Making him handicapped to run, After Azhar unaware of everything entered his house.

"hands up" gun pointed towards Azhar's head.

"What is it! What's going on!" Azhar asked being afraid.

"you are under arrest Mr. Azhar." Mike informed.

"Why! What I had done?"

"For doing terrorist activity at Davis and sons restaurant. And having bomb materials in your house."

"but…. Wait…. Leave me….." Mike handcuffed him and took him to prison not even listening a single word. The photo in Azhar's hand, fall down, like a leaf sheds off from tree leaving Azhar all in pain.

He was soon taken into interrogation room and beaten to break out the information but all in vain. He sticks only to one single statement that is "I didn't know anything." All in pain; for 2 days Fin, Karl and other officers had tried almost everything but he only said he didn't knew, nothing more nothing less. And the third day its Mike who came to interrogate.

Azhar was tied like a mad street dog in doghouse. "now tell me Azhar for whom you are working and how long you had been planning for this attack, and how many other members are with you, spit it out Azhar." Mike shouted. Azhar, blooded red, beaten hard, stood up and said "how many times…..I have to say...I didn't knew anything" with low pitch and pain from inside is not because of he's beaten but there is something else giving him the pain which can be feeled by Mike just by his sayings. Still Mike didn't soften up instead he continued "Then what about the proofs, bomb materials, your locket, huh.." raised his pitch. "I don't know…. about any of things." His voice keeps fading.

"And where are you till now as you are not at your home, tell to meet whom you have gone?" Raised a little more.

"I had not gone to meet anybody but searching for my wife who went missing since two days before I was freed from jail…." His voice faded for the last time for day cause he went unconscious all in despair that can clearly be seen in his half open eyes and talks before he faded down. Somewhere this despair bothered Mike, why? Even he didn't knew the answer.

After this short interrogation, Mike is not able to understand what is true, and what to believe. As Azhar Is firm on his one and only statement, the despair that pierced Mike's heart was not fake too. Also the lie detector didn't confirm his chance of being criminal. All scattering more and more like different directions.

The next day again when Azhar regain his consciousness, Mike had started interrogation again, this time a little sudden softness amazed Azhar.

"why not shouting this time?" dim voice came.

"Nothing in person yet I had something to discuss, when everything is crystal clear the proofs and all, then also, why I'm feeling something somewhere wrong."

"why asking me ask yourself sir."

"I'm not here to get answer of this feel but I'm here to inform you about your prosecution taking place a day after tomorrow. Also I'm sure you are getting death sentence, thus there's one more chance for you, tell us everything before and I can lessen up your punishment to life imprisonment."

"I had nothing to say not a word except single sentence that 'I am innocent'." Azhar replied wistfully.

"well sticking to that line wouldn't help you saving from death, also I had to inform that the made up story of your wife going missing will not be believed by anyone not even by court. Thus, earlier you say the less will be your punishment." Confidently said by Mike.

"what would I say? What you want to listen? That I'm culprit. The thing is… if I'm not a criminal then why I would accept to be one. Yet the story you say to be fake is true and I have nothing to argue with you sir." Same old despair again pierced Mike's heart in deep.

"ok if I would take it for granted, you must had filed a missing complaint for your wife in police station wouldn't you?" Mike glared Azhar "where had you filed the complaint? which station?" Mike asked.

"17th district police station."

"any information you provided them?"

"her photo with a car she last left with."

Mike stood up and leaved. He sat right onto his chair, leaned back and connected a call.

"Hello, is this 17th district police station?"

"yes it is. How can we help you?"

"I'm head of st.Marie police station Mike and I needed an information of one complaint filed."

"OK sir, give me some details and we will see."

"it is a missing complaint filed by Azhar Mahmoud for his wife going missing. He had given you the photograph of her and the car which she is last left with."

"Ok, wait a minute….. Yes, Azhar Mahmoud was correctly the person who filed this complaint, also this complaint was filed 1 weak ago."

"thanks; can you send me a copy of complaint with provided information?"

"Ok sir we had sent you the copy by fax. Anything else?"

"not much but can I know how much progress you had made in this case?"

"not much because of the terrorist attacks."

"ok fine." Mike stood up, collected fax and stared it for a minute. The complaint Azhar was talking about was only true and other things that he said might be true too. "is he not the culprit?" Mike is thinking hard, didn't knew what to believe and what not. Things are going to be too much tricky in coming days and Mike surely knew it.

The next day, morning newspaper's only headlines are terrorist attack reviews and talks, yet between it there's a small headline of a woman's suicide, the headline reads 'Paris might be no safer now— After two terrorist attacks; suicides coming in sight. 10th suicide in 4 days:- Suicide by woman in car crash in a valley, named Zafina Mahmoud. Rumors says the lady was fed up of his husband's daily torture.' The name seemed quite familiar to Mike. Thinking for a little time he took out the copy of Azhar's complaint and the name correctly match, also the car she drove with, also matches the car that is burnt off in the blast. Mike initially thought it all to be set up by Azhar, yet he had came to interrogation room quite normal.

When Mike entered into the room Azhar questioned "Why early today? Special reasons?"

"There's something you must know Azhar."

"what?"

"Today's paper, you might need to read second page's headline." Giving paper in Azhar's hand.

After having a look, Azhar suddenly fall down just like someone had snatched his backbone from his body, all down at once, haven't replied any of the questions Mike is asking, all shocked as someone had captured his soul. Seeing the grief on his face Mike's thoughts had changed in a second, and he leaved.

Now, Mike is somewhat sure that somewhere here Azhar is not the accuser, the feeling he'd had from the beginning has been proven true; the only thing he wouldn't understand is the proofs, how did they get in there and why someone is setting up Azhar. If this is truth then the real accuser must be freely roaming and I must catch him. But the main problem that appears next would be out of the box for Mike.

After 6 hours Karl and fin came. "sir there's good news for you." Shady capper told.

"what you mean?"

"sir Karl means Azhar had spitted all out." Fin informed.

"Sir let's do party, wooo-hooo" With little dance moves.

"stop it Karl;" he grunted. "And what you said! He spitted all?"

"yes sir." Both agreed.

"Do your work I'll go check it out."

"roger sir." And both left. Mike hurriedly goes to interrogation room. "I heard, you accepted your crime!"

"yes of course and I am the only one involved in this, noone else is involved; noone…. Else.." his despairing voice is quite sharp to Mike.

He remained silent for a bit after listening "so why now? Why take this much time?" Mike asked.

"Fed up doing this." he replied.

"by the way as I promised, I would request to cut your punishment to life imprisonment."

"don't. You need not do this. I deserve to be hanged and it will be done tomorrow."

"How much lie you would speak Azhar! How much?" Wistfully told. "I know there is something wrong from beginning and I'm true. Also I know that you are not the culprit and I will find the real culprit, so please don't accept its your crime in front of jury. And I will help you get out of jail."

"quite good joke," Azhar laughed "let me see." Mike left him as he is but he surely knows that he was trapped and as he lost his wife he had nothing left to live for; but my friend there are many things in this world which might surprise us anytime…..anywhere….anyhow….

Next day as Mike was afraid Azhar pleaded guilty in court and was sentenced for death after four days from now. Mike is surprised not much by his decision but was more surprised cause none of his relatives had even stopped him from doing this, because of that not to be known perfectly true, headline of his wife's suicide. And was taken back to prison. His only last wish is to be dead soon enough; all broken and shattered.

While Mike on the other hand, Thinking for whole remaining day, had his own plans for coming future and it would might be risky too.

Mike on second day, met Azhar, to talk something which might seem weird to him. As Mike entered the prison, Azhar started "don't ask me for explanation, cause you know the better of it…." Paused for a second, "I need not to speak anything, you know it all."

"See, I know you are right but what if your wife has been murdered and suicide is only the disguise for it to the world. Also the true evil is roaming free to harm many in this world and they are not stopped until they are captured and destroyed. Also what if the one who trapped you, was the same who had murdered you wife. This world is too short and mysterious. Think again and if you feel to undo your decision, let me know it. Just one advice listen to your soul." Mike leaved with a deep worry finely identified on his face.

Few hours after, sometime at noon, the constable guarding Azhar's cell, came in Mike's cabin, "sir the prisoner had told to tell you 'yes I do' as an answer to your question, cell no. 453."

"OK thanks, go back to your work."

"yes sir." He leaved.

"hello Fin"

"yes sir."

"come to my office immediately with Karl."

"anything urgent sir?"

"yes come immediately."

"OK we are there in a minute."

They both reached. "what is it sir?" Sam asked.

"after all you needed my brilliant mind, hah.. I'm just too smart." Shady capper added.

"stop your nuisance Karl and listen you both. Have you gathered the things I had told you?"

"yes but why you order to gather wig and fake beard with bio-inbody tracker?"

"stupid…. sir is going for some secret mission and that is preparation for it."

"good, and Karl you are not true perfectly, cause its for escape." Said with a glint in his eyes.

This bright glint in Mike's eyes would only confuse Sam and Karl but they surely know there's something cooking in Mike's impacting brain.

Mike told them what this is all for and headed straight to Azhar's cell. "how are you Azhar?"

"Fine by now" the despair was disappeared, "you are late sir... Haven't you got my answer?"

"got it and worked on it too." Mike replied.

"worked?"

"you will know in couple of hours, first there is a maintenance of prisons in this section and you all will be moved to central prison for some hours;" added "we will talk more after you would be back."

"lets see." Azhar agreed.

They are taken away to other prison. While in the meantime Mike had started his first step to escape. He was there till the maintenance is finished and brainmarked the only thing he can use in cell no.735. After the maintenance had completed all prisoners are taken back to there prisons, except one.

"wait Azhar, you are moved to prison no.735 the only prison that is empty." Shady capper told the guard.

"But why he's moved." Guard asked.

"yes I too wonder why?" Azhar thought silently.

"because the cameras in lobby of cell 453 are still in maintenance and they are not taking the proper view of cell thus the only other cell is 735." Shady capper explained.

"But it heats up very much how this prisoner holds himself?."

"you didn't need to worry about him, also he was hanged after 2 days and he won't have a problem in heating himself for just two days." He crackled "also you need not guard the cell as its too hot to handle their." Shady capper informed guard.

"ok sir." Guards grabbed Azhar and locked him in cell 735.

Meanwhile in Mike's cabin… "sir as you said Azhar was transferred in 735." Karl informed.

"very well then, Fin, is the work done?"

"yes sir; done." Paused "but why you order to put that letters?"

"you would soon know." Mike replied.

Azhar in cell 735, wondering the reason for this transfer, thinking hard and he recalled what Mike said while he was leaving for central jail "Azhar don't sleep today cause if you sleep on your bed you would be missing many underneath things that you can do in this last two spared days of yours."

"huh.... I was fool thinking it to be a joking taunt but it had something deeply hidden in that sentence." Azhar spoke in lone cell. "if he means something than it must be related to somewhere near this bed." Azhar looked everywhere near it but nothing in particular was found. "what it can be there's nothing near this bed and if I'm not wrong than it must have to be near bed, what I'm missing?" he thought for a minute and suddenly " the 'things underneath it.' Yes… this was the point I'm missing, let's see." Azhar now searched near the thin bedsheet, also he twitched paper thin blanket, nothing useful found. He goes in deep thinking to know what this can be that Mike is pointing to. Its 30 minutes passed away and he didn't got any clue. Suddenly the bed was moved slightly by the jerk when Azhar set quickly on it. There is something Azhar's eye caught, it's a crumpled piece of paper. He picked it and unfolded creases, there's something written in this little piece. "finland and karlindad will be waiting at destination. Four…" He stared for a while. "there must be more pieces." And he lifted bed's posters one by one and collected all of the pieces. He didn't have to bother himself for looking out and doing this in too much secrecy cause there's no guard as temperature is too high. Azhar also is too sweating like he was bathing in water but still was provided by too much water to sustain. He arranged all the pieces in order, a total of four and started reading it, laying on bed and covering himself in a blanket.

"good; I know you would find this, now to main thing, its about escape plan."

"use magnifying lens for 3rd, whole plan is in 3rd, magnifier is placed behind your toilet sit." Azhar stood up saw outside the cell and grabbed that magnifier and one little map. "Another piece!" and again started reading in same position.

"now there's a secret exit from where you can go out as I planned; its under your bed, your bed is arranged in that way. Now the 4th tile from top, its movable, you can move it by pulling it up but first you have to loosen it by the back needle of magnifier. It will lead you out, but you have to follow the map given with magnifier; if you do then you will reach out alive and if you try to go the other ways down there, you will be dead; as all others are blocked and the temperature down is much higher so don't try. And you have to do this all in hours between midnight 12.00 to 4am. Also keep all things provided to you with you till you meet my boys."

"I had read the 4th and it symbolizes fin and Karl." Azhar spoke. "Its about 10, I had to wait for 2 more hours." Trinnnnn... the siren echo's around all cells, its for sending dinners to prisoners. Azhar became alert and hid all things under the blanket. "hey take this." Rudely told. And Azhar grabbed the plate. "also you are going to hell after 2days; ha…ha…ha." He crackled. "lets see where I go in these 2days brother." Azhar countered. "don't run your mouth eat it fast I'm coming back to collect empty plates in 5minutes. And if the plate is not finished you will have to face problem. You better speed up." Distributor left with a frown. Now he knew, he didn't have to face any interruption in between the working hours from midnight. He ate the food that even dogs can't eat but still he had to complete this in five minutes, he rushed and made it in time. "give your plate you bastard." Azhar gave him the plate. "A cretin like you must be punished instantly. Why you have been given 4 days was still be wondering."

"it might be because of my destiny must have some surprise for me." Azhar countered. "whatever don't run your mouth against me or you will face consequences. And also as reward for this stupendous activity you will get three plates to finish from tomorrow and I will tell the rounding officer to take extra care for you." He laughed. "rounding officer?" Azhar surprisingly asked.

"At night one officer comes every two hours after 11 to check on all prisoners." He left laughing.

Azhar now must flee in the time Mike had provided, Cause if he didn't manage to do so, he had to finish that hell of a three plates, to complete them is just like reaching moon without rocket. In short impossible. Also his prediction for not getting interruption is shattered.

Its 12 rings of bell and a starting call for Azhar, he saw outside the cell, none is what he sees. He started without wasting a single second, he first loosen the tile as described, pulled it, but- "what the hell! Why isn't the tile moving? Damn it." He kicked the tile in anger. The tile immersed a little down from the corner. The things got worse for Azhar. He must do something to flee before 1am, because he didn't know what had been told to Rounding officer by that bloody distributer. He was keeping account of every single minute cause one hour is what he had. He tried everything but the immersed tile is now more difficult to pull. In a blink its 1am and the bell rungs again, Azhar being alert hid all the things before the guard comes and pretended to sleep till he passed and go away. Afterwards he get started again, tried for another half an hour and "done it. Hah…hah…hah." Azhar fully exhausted, opened the clamped entrance and get all things set as it is and gone down into shadows for escape.

He through the ladder stepped down in pure dark tunnel, nothing to be seen just a little vision that's all, also the temperature as described, was too high to resist for longer, Azhar had to move quickly in this nothingness, and he does till halfway but fall down in between struggling for life to escape.

Meanwhile at prison everyone is running here and there, sirens echoing loud, announcements are being made for finding something or perhaps someone. One of the officers present had called Mike and explained the situation.

"what!" Mike shockingly screamed.

...To be continued...