A few minutes of full speed ride, he saw the agent's car following Lorgé.

"Camshron, you are good at crossing short cuts." spoke man from the headquarters. BEEP! Radio sounded and agent in front of his car said, "Sir, the suspicious man is pointing a gun like thing towards Lorgé's car. It is a gun!"

Camshron crossed that car and went about twenty meters near to the unknown biker. He banged his gun's handle on the window pane and broke it into pieces. He just wanted to shoot follower's bike, but follower did it first. Fortunately (for Lorgé and Camshron), he missed.

Glass broke.

Camshron roared, "There you are!" then fired once at the biker, but he was fast.

Lorgé running his car too much fast because he had already sensed he was now in danger.

Camshron fired again, but it just hit on the paved road. He couldn’t use TRIP technique because he was distant from him. It looked like killer didn’t want to backfire at Camshron. He was trying to near Lorgé's car.

Nathan Camshron fired once more, and it hit on the bike silencer pipe.

The terrible firing even stopped traffic.

Cars were hitting each other and the way was being blocked by one another.

"Sir, can we fire?"

Camshron shouted, "No, we can't risk hurting anyone else."

He got too much afraid when saw a hand grenade rolling on the road towards him.

BANG!

Camshron escaped but the agent's car flew in air and started cart wheeling in air towards him for few seconds. Another CRASH! This time it was Lorgé, but the biker had disappeared in the crowd of crashed cars. Another grenade exploded near Camshron's car. This was a very narrow escape for him. Those grenades were meant for Camshron but exploded near empty cars.

Camshron ran towards Lorgé's car and which was now upside down.

Lorgé was bleeding due to the crash. Those bullets didn’t hurt him because Lorgé was a moving target for shooter. He however took Lorgé out of the car by pulling off seatbelts holding him firm.

To his surprise, Lorgé could still stand but with trembling weak body sat on the road. Definitely he was injured, but not as everyone expected him to be. This was good news of all.

Camshron's coat was torn, nose was bleeding, had hamstrings torn, but the agent had broken leg and deep wound on his balding head.

Lorgé lied down.

He was breathing.

—

Detective Camshron was with Mr. Fernsby when Lorgé opened his eyes.

It was obvious they were not in hospital, there was no smell of antiseptics at all. Camshron had very few injuries, agent had fractured leg and wound on head and Lorgé had fracture on his hand and a medical tape on his head.

"I am not supposed to be here." Lorgé said in a much confused manner.

He knew he was in CIA headquarters right now, and it was not a good sign of all.

They were in CIA Enquiry room and there were two differences- Lorgé was on bed and Camshron was about to ask everything he needed to know. Mr. Fernsby gave a glass of water to Lorgé and waited for him to drink it. Mr. Fernsby went out, so did Camshron and heard, "Nathan, you should know everything. Ask him everything. He is nothing for us except a clue or maybe even a verdict, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"I want enquiry report within today and you need to stop getting biserk."

Camshron shook his head at what he had done.

Being the cause of million dollar loss would make everyone shook their head. Mr. Fernsby bellowed, "Don’t talk to the media. Don’t even contact MPD. Till today...Camshron…IN ANY CONDITION!" and with heavy angry tramps he went away.

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Camshron then entered inside the room like nothing had happened. He said to Mr. Lorgé, "You were unconscious since yesterday, Mr. Lorgé'. Now you are all right?"

"Who was he?" interrupted Lorgé'.

"Don’t mind him."

"Please…"

"You just survived a potential murder and I think he was the same man who killed Haq."Camshron broke the silence, "Mr. Lorgé, I want you to be honest. First question, what did you demand from Afghan embassy?"

"Some documents related to my finance."

"Does it tie with Haq?"

"Yes, it has. Haq had betrayed my million and I have a doubt he had hidden loan papers in the embassy."

"Wait! You had provided long term loan to him with papers, isn’t it?" Camshron asked.

"Yes, I did allow Haq to take those papers without taking its CC for myself. It happened around three years ago. Within a year I found out that Haq was trying to betray me. I put a case on him too but absence of papers made case always in favor of him. I couldn’t win the case. Since then I had the worst relations with him. After Haq's murder I decided to claim the money from embassy but papers were also lost in the embassy. I was helpless."

"So you regularly come there?"

"Yes, Mr. Camshron."

Camshron noticed it and said, "The money might have already been used by him."

"I had heard he made a house by my money somewhere in USA. I told this to Mr. Morris, but he said it was a topic for IRS."

"What if I tell you that Haq himself had hidden those papers and it might be also possible he lost them somewhere by mistake?"

"No, he had not lost them. He must have hidden it."

"As we know of now, Haq had lost them before his murder. Your papers also got lost- although Haq's was yours, so I guessed you might be killer's next target. And you were."

"No, Mr. Camshron. He had those papers. He told me in 4th July."

"At that time he was murdered. Wait! Then he might have lost them just a moment before his murder."

"It may be…"

"So why did you give loan to the crook?"

"He had said he needed it. He seemed troubled as well. But he didn’t share what was bothering him. No way I could have figured out what might unfold."

"You have any other foes or not so well wishers?"

"Just Haq."

"Then no one in the earth has reason to hurt you. Either he was a psychopath or was hired by someone, but who can hire?"

The word psychopath made Camshron think of something. It was also possible the killer was a psycho but till now he had heard no phobia of killing embassy members. It could be Multiple Personality Disorder or he was a hired killer. He got a point to investigate.

Lorgé said, "I need protection, Detective Camshron."

"I believe we do something about your insecurity issues. But may I know the reason for you to be going in Navy? There must have been a work there for you."

Lorgé said because he didn’t hear it clear, "Pardon." He narrowed his eyes.

"Why had you been to the embassy?"