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I remembered that he had come to the club several times before to meet the boss, but this was the first time he had received a rare invitation for lunch. Rahat Khan, a member of the London Club since the sixties, used to spend his leisure time in London, where he met his friends. The London Club features not only the eminent citizens of England but also the best and most successful people in the developed and underdeveloped world, including Japanese, Arab and American businessmen. Card games are played here every evening on high steaks.

Pushing the swing, Rana climbed into Parter's Lodge. The Sikh Derman, the old Raghubir Singh, recognized Rana by sight, and occasionally came to meet General Rahat Khan, a prominent member of the club. He smiled and said, "The general is waiting for you in the dining room, sir." A young Page boy winked, pointing to Rana.

Rana climbed the stairs to the third floor and entered the Regency Dining Room in white and sanali through the lounge. On the left, Rahat Khan is sitting alone at a table in the corner, far enough away from the window-door, in the back wall-room, to see if anyone enters or leaves the room.

Rana reached the table, his chest heaving. Rahat Khan shook his head and looked at his watch. Just in time. Good. What to eat? Remember, before ordering, there is less time on hand. ' | Rana ordered European grilled shells and salads. He also asked for spices on the table separately so that he could make his own choice. Silently, Rahat Khan shook his head again. Everyone knows what his trusted and beloved agent likes or dislikes. While he-served salads may not be entirely mind-blowing, he agrees with Runner's idea.

| Food was served on the table. Rahat Khan is watching Rana's work silently. The salad ingredients are served on a large plate, along with an empty porcelain cup. Rana poured half a teaspoon of chili powder in the cup, salt, and sugar also. Then pour the measured two and a half teaspoons of mustard powder and stir all the spices well with a fork. This time after moving

Water. After shaking with the last fork, he turned the whole thing upside down on the salad. Rahat Khan has started eating. Rana also attacks his fish. Began. Sir? ' Curiosity could not be suppressed, but the question was asked in a low voice, just to hear Rahat Khan.

| 'Major, Rana. Do you remember? ' Rahat Khan is chewing fish, he also has a shell, but he has new potatoes with him.

| Rana shook his head. Operation Major, clearly remembers the incident five years ago. Kajal Rahman of Bangladesh Navy was killed. They had to stay for hours in a hut in the sixth hut of an Egyptian submarine. He struggled to calm the two girls down.

| "You need to know everything about Operation Major," said Rahat Khan.

If you feel the need, sir. '

The working method of the BCI is that it is only allowed to know as much as it needs to in the journal. That's why Rana was only told about Operation Major, two agents had to be brought out of Israel. He recalls that Sahel Ahmed, the assistant director (administration) of the BCI, was also Rana's best friend, saying that the two girls were suddenly leaving Israel in a bid to save their lives.

Rana muttered to himself, "They were very young." What? ' Rahat Khan stared at the runner.

I was saying, they were very young. We brought out the two girls. '

| "It's not just them." Rahat Khan looked the other way. We brought the whole team out in seven days. Four daughters, one son, and their parents. Incidentally, Rana, two of the girls were killed. You probably read the news in today's paper. They are given a new identity, a new background is created. Not supposed to be able to leave or find out. But somehow Hayek, who seems to have caught at least two of them. After being brutally murdered, Rana's tongue was cut out. The police say, is there a madman in the city walking around?

Yes, sir, said Rana. Therefore .. '.

Therefore, Hata; All of them were agents of BCI. They risked their lives to serve, and in return, we rehabilitated them in England. There are still three people whose tongues may be cut off any day. I left Dhaka after hearing that the first girl had been killed ... '.

So a hit squad from Mesad is giving us a message? ' 'With every murder, yes. They cut the footed cake, Rana. I want