The six people with loaded guns and weapons entered the bank. The security guards were alarmed. Everyone other than those six people in bank was decently dressed. 

The Dunkirk's team started walking towards the entrance, following them.

The Baddits walked till the security-check counter. The security guard stopped them.

Steve Grunt was nearest to the guard. He immediately pulled a knife out of his pocket and raised it to stab it on the guard. But before he could do so, Dhawan gripped the knife from his hand and pierced it into his neck. Steve Grunt fell down, dying after a few seconds.

The guard stared at them in horror.

"Run. Now!" Dhawan shouted and the guard vanished, crying, "Emergency! Emergency!"

"I knew that you're unworthy of trust," Boston raised a pistol towards Dhawan's head.

Stephenson Mal started running inside the bank blindly. Dhawan whirled and kicked Boston's fist and the gun fell off his hand. Dhawan hurried behind Mal.

The other two bandits raised their guns and started shooting blindly. The gunshots forced the visitors and the employees to bolt from their positions.

The cops entered the bank at the same time and weren't surprised to see the chaos.

Dhawan was just a few metres away from Stephenson when he boarded an elevator toward the upper floors.

"Shit!" Dhawan muttered. Suddenly, he received a whatsapp message by an unknown number.

WANNA CHASE ME? COME TO THE 3RD FLOOR

Dhawan again stared at the lift. It would be silly to wait for an elevator. He started rushing up on the stairs.

Meanwhile, chief Dunkirk was aiming his pistol right on Dhawan. Dunkirk is an expert in shooting. He had won seven international medals in it. Dunkirk was just to pull the trigger when one of his junior officers pulled his hand down.

"What're you doing?" Dunkirk snapped.

"Sir," the officer said calmly, "Dhawan's with us, again."

He motioned towards a young skinny sixteen year old boy behind him.

Dhawan was now at the third floor. He was panting heavily. He whirled all around himself, but didn't find Mal anywhere around him. Instead of him, he found the guy he didn't want to see.

"You can't go anywhere", Boston punched on Dhawan's face and he fell down.

Boston snatched Dhawan's backpack from him. He knew that there would be something special in it.

"Please don't do this", Dhawan pleaded, still on the floor.

"I will do this", Boston sneered. With this, he unzipped the bag. Boston was surprised and confused. He stared inside the bag and then positioned it upside down, and then looked back into it. The bag was empty!

"It's empty!" Boston exclaimed.

"Yes, baby!" Dhawan immediately kicked on his chin. This was the last thing Dhawan saw before the lights of entire bank turned dead. It was a complete black sight. Nothing was visible. After a few seconds, red lights turned on with emergency sirens. Then the red lights turned dead too. After a few seconds, they turned on again. Then black. Then red. Then black.

Dhawan whirled back in slow motion. The next scene he saw could be beautiful for any other being. But for him, it was a terrifying moment. He could see the whole beautifully lit city outside the glass-wall in front of him. But the problem was that he could also see how high he was above the ground. His goosebumps alarmed due to his acrophobia.

He started stepping back in horror. He didn't stop until he felt a massive human body behind him. He expected it to be Stephenson Mal, but when he whirled, he realised that it was no-one other than Boston. Boston pressed Dhawan's neck and picked him up in air. Dhawan gasped for oxygen. Boston started walking towards the glass-wall with Dhawan still hovered from the ground.

"Leave me," Dhawan could barely speak. "Please.... don't take me to the....glass-wall."

"Oh, so you're afraid of heights?" Boston chuckled and freed him.

Dhawan inhaled in relief.

Boston picked him up and pushed him towards the glass-wall, forcefully. He positioned Dhawan towards the glass-wall and bumped his face on it.

Dhawan felt like crying. He tried to keep his eyes closed. Boston forced his eye–lids to open with his fingers. When Dhawan saw the wall again, he couldn't stop and vomited.

Boston laughed.

Dhawan was almost unconscious. He didn't feel like living.

Boston bumped Dhawan's face on the wall again. Dhawan blooded and vomited more each time his face was bumped on the glass-wall.

"I think I've played enough with you", Boston said and pointed a pistol towards Dhawan's forehead.

Dhawan was lying on floor, semi–consciously. He could barely see the gun raised towards him. Just then he heard a gunshot and blood started flowing over his face. It wasn't his blood. It was Boston's head's blood which fell on him as chief Dunkirk shot right on Boston's head.

Dunkirk and his officers hurried towards Dhawan.

Dhawan, somehow, managed to whirl his head towards the three silhouettes rushing towards him. He realised that they weren't the Baddits. They were two men in civil dresses and an adolescent who was no-one other than Brute Coyle. He remembered the two civil dressed people. They were no more than Thomas Dunkirk from CIA and Duke Stain from NSA. Once he was appointed for a mission with these two agents. The mission was to bust a person who was the leader of an anti-Indian gang of terrorists and was suspected to be dead. Dunkirk, right now, was disguised as a cop.

"Don't worry Dhawan," chief Dunkirk handed a napkin to Dhawan, "we know what you are doing. And we don't have any intention to harm you."

Dhawan was barely listening him while cleaning the vomit stuck on his blazer, standing up.

"Finally we met again", Duke said. He had been a good friend of Dhawan since last few years. He knew him as Dhawan had once dated his sister. "You're again appointed for a mission which is not as boring as ours."

"What do you mean by boring?" Dunkrik raised his eye-brows.

Dhawan's gaze immediately turned to his right when he heard an American voice saying. "You were chasing me, right?"

It was Stephenson Mal.

Dunkirk aimed his pistol on the masked guy. But before he could pull the trigger, Stephenson vanished into the corridor to his right.

"Don't shoot him!" Dhawan shouted. "I need him alive!"

A message beeped in Dhawan's whatsapp. He read it.

AM GOING TO THE 7TH FLOOR. BY THE WAY, THE ADOLESCENT GIRL IS IN THE GROUND FLOOR.

"Your friend's in the ground floor", Dhawan told Brute.

"Then we should go there now", Brute said.

"No," Dhawan sighed. "We should follow the killer. He's going to the seventh floor."

"Seventh floor?" Brute narrowed his eyes. "You're not going there, right?"

"Why not?" Dhawan crossed his eye–brows.

"What about your acrophobia?" Brute asked.

Dhawan closed his eyes for a moment. He was already in the third floor. Going to the seventh floor would've sounded ridiculous to him. However, this was a different scenario. This was a chance to catch the killer, and he didn't want to lose that.

"I have to go there," Dhawan opened his eyes and replied to Brute. "He is my mission, and I won't stop until I complete it."

Brute smiled.

Dhawan smiled back. "Listen, Brute and you," he pointed towards the cop beside Dunkirk, "will go to the ground floor to rescue the adolescent."

Then he turned towards Dunkirk. "And you'll come with me to catch the killer", Dhawan said.

"Don't worry, he's my mission too. He's one of the baddits right now, and the CIA has sent me to finish his gang because of their access to terrorists", Dunkirk said. Dhawan knew that Dunkirk wasn't completely honest about his mission. No secret-agents disclose their missions like this, so it was obvious for Dhawan to know that.

"Take care," Brute waved before Dhawan and Dunkirk hurried towards the corridor where Mal had rushed.

"C'mon let's go", Duke said to Brute.

Brute nodded.

They started running downstairs towards the ground floor.