Khalid sat in his office, searching on his computer to find clues, relationships, locations, anything that could lead to where Kabir was. He was almost there, but not quite. He knew Kabir was smarter than that, to just let him trace the number and not let it bounce from Hong Kong to Nairobi. So he hung up, leaving Khalid in shock.

You were a law-abiding citizen, being bored one night and deciding to pranj call different places for shits and giggles. But to be honest, you never expected the RAW agency's number in a phonebook you found on the bookshelf of your room. You dialed and called them, giggling in anticipation and a bit of nervousness. Khalid recieved the call and answered, putting the phone up to his ear and stating his name to start the interaction. "Khalid." He spoke firmly, fingers clicking across the keyboard. Who was this guy? You decided to piss him off. Well, bad idea, dumbass. Who prank calls a government agency??...