The aeroplane which had recently landed on the runway had people. Through the window of the seat above the right wing of the plane, an adolescent was gazing out. It was the second flight of his life.

Dhawan yawned and opened his eyes.

"Why do you always sleep until the plane lands on the runway?" Brute turned to him.

"I've fear of heights," Dhawan told him. "It's known as Acrophobia."

Soon they were out of the plane. Dhawan switched his cell–phone on. He had received a texted message from an unknown number.

COBALT FLUORINE IRON - MEET ME HERE

"Cobalt fluorine iron?" Brute crossed his eye-brows after reading the message.

Dhawan pushed the phone into his pocket and took Brute inside the nearest urinal. The urinal had no one in, except the two young men. Dhawan fished his phone out and stared at the message. "It's the killer again. But what is he saying this time?"

"Well, if you don't mind, I need to go", Brute pointed towards the toilet.

"Okay", Dhawan said.

Brute rushed into the toilet and Dhawan focused back on the message. 'Cobalt fluorine iron. What does the guy mean?'

Brute suddenly rushed out of the toilet. "Can you show me the message again?"

Dhawan faced his phone towards Brute. Brute read the message and gave a hopeful smile.

"Cobalt, fluorine and iron are all metals," Brute explained. "The symbol for cobalt is Co; the symbol for fluorine is F; and the symbol for iron is Fe. The killer is saying to meet him at cobalt fluorine iron, which means he wants you to meet him at Co and F and Fe, which, when combined, is CoFFe! He wants you to meet him at a coffee shop!"

Brute had a point. Dhawan understood what the killer meant. But it definitely didn't mean a coffee shop. Here, CoFFe, means something else.

Dhawan gave a huge smile and patted on Brute's back. "Brute, you're a genius!"

"C - o - F - F - e is a disguised website on Google," Dhawan said, while sitting on the sofa of on hotel with his laptop on his lap. They had planned to live in the hotel for two days. If the killer is not found, they'll have no option other than leaving Krystene alone to die and they'll go back to America for Mr Lamb's security. "I'm searching for the website on Google."

"If the website is available on Google, how can it be disguised?" Brute asked while forwarding a cookie towards Crunchy.

"Don't give him the cookies," Dhawan said, "it causes acidity to him."

Brute pulled the cookie away from Crunchy. Crunchy glared at Dhawan.

"You can see this website on Google, but it'll not show what it really is," Dhawan said. "Why don't you try searching it yourself?"

Brute typed 'CoFFe' on Google and the results appeared. He clicked on all the results one-by-one. "It's showing a blogging site to me."

"Exactly, but it isn't," Dhawan said. "Through this site, we can have access to the darker world of criminals. We can contact them via this. But it needs a special procedure to be done before that."

"Cool, what's that procedure?" Brute asked.

Dhawan raised his right eye-brow. "Why should I tell this to you. You're still a kid."

"How did you get to know about this site?" Brute asked.

"The RAW gave me access to this site for my cases," Dhawan said. "I can't tell you any further."

"But why?"

"Because there's nothing of your business."

Dhawan's phone beeped. Dhawan took it out of his pocket and saw a message from an unknown number.

THE NAME'S STEPHENSON MAL. TO BE SEARCHED ON THE SITE.

Dhawan typed the name on the website. The result appeared. There was only one person named Stephenson Mal in CoFFe.

Thomas Dunkirk, a thirty–six year old police–chief, was a having cup of tea at his study-table in his house. He was a rough skinned man with jet–black hair. I won't say that he was ugly. No. He wasn't ugly, but wasn't handsome either.

He had been living alone since last seven years. Seven years ago, his wife Bonnie Dunkirk left him forever along with a developing baby inside her body.

Dunkirk could never forget that moment. He still remembers how his wife was struggling for oxygen on the ICU bed. She had a lung disease which had created several holes in her lungs. She was panting heavily in the oxygen mask. A professional crew of nurses and doctors was around her. This gave a little relief to Thomas.

Although he was sure that his wife would live, he couldn't focus his eyes away from his panting wife. Her chest bounced with each breath. She was taking one heavy breath in almost each ten seconds. Thomas counted each of the time her chest bounced. First bounce... second bounce... third bounce... fourth bounce... fifth bounce... sixth bounce.....

He could never count after that, as her chest never moved again. She never inhaled again. She never opened her eyes again. She never spoke anything again. She never came back from the place where people may go after death. Along with her developing child, she died.

Dunkirk was just memorising those moments when his phone beeped.

'Can't these morons understand? I'm on a leave today!' he thought and glared at the device. Finally, he picked it up. "Hello?"

"Chief Dunkirk," a young voice spoke from the phone, "we've secretly received the information about a gang of bandits named 'Baddits' which is going to rob any one of the banks in London today."

"Okay then," Dunkirk gave a tired exhale, "we're going to bust them today at 2000 hours."

"Sir, I'm sending you the list of the members of that gang", said the young man on phone.

"Yeah, sure."

Dunkirk received a message. He opened it. It was a list.

Name of the gang: Baddits

Known for: 1. Mass murdering

2. Experts in shooting

3. Robberies in banks and museums

4. Smuggling drugs.

Name of the Bandits: 1. Henry Boston

2. Chloe Grey

3. Ritesh Dhawan

4. Stephenson Mal

5. Steve Grunt

6. Daniel Hank

Dunkirk had been chasing this gang since last few months but never succeeded. And now he could see two new members in the gang - Ritesh Dhawan and Stephenson Mal.

"Are you really going to be a part of this gang?" Brute asked with his eyes opened wide.

"Yeah, it's the only way to catch the killer," Dhawan said, petting Crunchy. "And do you think I'll let them kill others? I can easily bust the entire gang, and that I will. And I learned this from RAW - the best way to stop a robbery is by being a part of that robbery."

"Whoa!" Brute said. He could never even think of that. "You know, now I've started liking this agency. I also want to be a part of this agency."

"To be a part of this agency, you should be able to see the scariest of movies with the goriest of scenes!" Dhawan exclaimed. "Like...Wrong Turn!"

"Seriously?"

"Nah," Dhawan said. "But you should be able to tolerate violence and answer the violence in a violent manner, if you want to be a part of RAW."