"Well, I was told by Mr. Hadfield that navy can help me in this issue." was Lorgé's answer.

"You were about to appoint spies?"

"But you did it first and saved me. Thanks God!"

Camshron thought- Money must not be the cause everything going on..Was Haq killed by others like Lorgé? He asked in desperation, "You know anyone who had lent him money else?"

"I don’t know. I think there is no one unlucky fellow than me."

"You didn’t kill him. He had no other person to be paid? No bad foes? So how can he get killed?" Camshron spoke by remembering something, "Wait! Hadfield told you to get in contact with Navy force. Did he know anyone in there?"

"He said Colonel Marsh Norton can help me by carrying out a project to find my hidden finance."

"It's also an illegal activity. You must have gone to the court for this."

"How many times? Huh! He always won."

Camshron said by changing the topic, "You were supposed to be second target of the killer. While you were on road then he tried to kill you in any condition. Is this conspiracy which led you to here? Was every step planned?" He continued, "One single mind can't conspire this much. There must be people behind all this, very clever people."

Camshron noted his own words and said, "Norton can't issue a navy circular on private matters without permission of his seniors."

"I was said so."

"Then these events are planned from the very beginning. It has been confirmed you were attacked by the same culprit. We have got an investigation clue." Camshron said with a smile, "Have a rest." and then by shutting the door he went out.

—

EMBASSY OF AFGHANISTAN,

WASHINGTON D.C,

"It's CNN frontline 8pm news. It has been informed that French embassy worker- Mr. Erick De Lorgé was attacked very near to navy in DC yesterday noon." said the reporter lady by showing a mobile shot video, "Mr. Lorgé is said to be out of danger now. This incident is said to be a serial killing attempt case. Nathan Camshron and CIA's spy had saved Lorgé but lost millions of dollars-"

Mr. Morris turned the television off, "Media is active, even they have started deducting this incident. What is CIA doing?" said Mr. Morris in anger, "I contacted Mr. Meredink but he won't share anything .Our worker is murdered so why can't we get informed about what is going on with the investigations."

Mr. Hadfield interrupted, "Sir, we shouldn’t be spinning our heads around this. We have got stacks of files on our desks."

"Just leave it now okay! Camshron is thinking something is wrong with me; tell me a single shit reason for that-"

"Of what?"

"You mentioned Mr. Norton's name. He goes there and there is an attack which almost took life out of him."

"Suspect won't go on us. We have no connection with all this. This all is nothing but just a coincidence."

"I know." Mr. Morris said by wiping sweat on his bald head, "Someone is trying to link us with this murder."

"Or we really are…?" said Mr. Hadfield.

"Goddamn it! I was not expecting such words from you Mr. Hadfield."

"I mean to say it right now for Camshron…anyone within this place can be."

Mr. Hadfield was right. Mr. Morris said after large silence, "Call colonel Norton."

"It's not a solution."

"Call him right now."

—

Alexandre peeked through the keyhole after listening to a car stopping outside their apartment.

He watched the blond man wearing a bag pack step out of his rugged vehicle.

"Call him. I want to see if he is the one who had talked to us on phone." Alexandre turned at Borris.

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Borris didn’t let any second to go in vain and raced to his mobile phone.

The stranger's phone rang when he was about to knock the door.

Borris gave him a satisfied nod and cut the call.

Alexandre unlocked the door to let the man in.

"Never call me again." were the stranger's first words.

"We were just checking-"

"Check this." Phantom Being threw his gun towards Borris.

The gun clipped on the table before reaching to his palms.

"Careful. You won't get much value on a damaged piece." Borris warned.

"How much is it worth?" asked Phantom Being.

"Five grands, I suppose." Borris said by observing the shiny weapon.

"How many guns is it worth?"

"Show him." Borris looked at Alexandre.

Alexandre unlocked the cupboard and began showing Phantom Being some guns.

The killer shoved Alexandre in a soft way and hugged all the guns then dropped them on floor.

"You can't do this!" Borris got up.

"I am checking." Phantom Being said.

"We had them arranged as per their price!" Alexandre spread his arms.

"Can I get this Glock?" Phantom Being showed him the gun.

"Yes but I guess you have got a wide selection here-"

"Glock and a vintage Heclker."

"Vintage? What are you? A pirate?"

"I will get these two, wouldn’t I?"

"These are outdated guns." Alexandre was surprised.

"Where are its bullets?" killer asked.

"Do you plan on using them as well?"

"Don’t you have anything good to say?" Phantom Being was betting annoyed.

"Yes we have the bullets." He said and went to another room.

Smile spread on mercenary's face.

"Do you have anything good to say as well?" Phantom Being said to Borris.

"You must be perfect in using these."

"Perfect." Killer got on his feet, "Yes." He nodded.

"Here are your bullets, sir." Alexandre handed the bullets over to him.

The two Russians watched him pour the bullets inside his bag.

When he threw the exchanged guns inside his bag then he was done.

"Smooth deal." Phantom Being said after zipping the bag, "It will go smoother if you delete my number."

"Oh sure!" Borris deleted his number under his watch.

"Have a nice day, gentlemen." Phantom Being said and left the house.

—

LANGLEY, VIRGINIA,

Mr. Fernsby was on his spinning chair with statement notes in his hand and Camshron was on a chair just in front of him with nervousness.

Mr. Fernsby read the note and said by drawing near, "So do you think it…"

Mr. Fernsby banged notes on his desk and said in low voice of extreme anger, "You are not old Camshron now."

"No sir, I made a statement. And it must have some degree of truth in it." Camshron paused, "I am very suspicious about Colonel Norton."

"He is not on our point, you understand?"

"Sir you have to understand," Camshron paused, "…me. Anyone can be his target if he is not full on his task yet. Maybe civilians also fall under his hit list. Nothing would happen if I just get a single opportunity to inquire him."

"Your thoughts are bullshits." hissed Mr. Fernsby, "Colonel Norton is not behind all these."

"He could have been made fool by a conspiracy."

"Or his name in all this is just a scandal."

"Try to understand sir, we must investigate from this point or do we have any other reliable option?"

Mr. Fernsby fell silent and made the longest breathe he ever had made. He said, "Alright, carry on the procedure."

Camshron looked clock's hour hand touching nine . He rose up and said, "I also suspect another person after all."

"Who might be the unlucky one?"

"Mr. Morris."

Mr. Fernsby felt no more surprise.

He was prepared for this condition.

He said when Camshron was almost out of the room, "Where are you going Camshron?"

"To CIA Control room- Mr. Cook." he said and stepped out of the room.