The next day, we went to the prison cell to give the Mongolian assassin his breakfast. He expressed his desire to try rava-idli which was a South Indian breakfast and thus we went to deliver it to him. We were surprised to see that the two British officers near him were unconscious and so were 4 others.
We then saw him trying to kill another 2 British officers and thus intervened. We reprimanded him for his behavior and told him that if we wanted to help us, he should behave properly.
He then replied: “Sir, those officers were sent by Inspector Q. He is one of the bosses at the syndicate where I work. He helps by releasing imprisoned members and killing all those who betrayed the syndicate. Sir, I will take care of myself, but please take those 2 constables to the hospital, they have fainted due to fine powdered chilies”
What I saw next really shocked me. The 4 British officers and the other 2 had the same tattoo on their wrist as some of the other assassins and this proved that they were a part of the same gang. Moreover, the spray used to attack the two British officers posted at the prison cell by me was not the officially issued pepper spray but a homemade spray made with red chili powder.
We arrested those 2 proxy officers and immediately put them on cuffs. We then stripped their insignia off and then told them what the consequences will be. They offered my team 6 million Pounds for releasing them but my team was more interested in arresting them. Having taken them to a prison cell, we gave them a chance to surrender, but their arrogance was very high, so much so to the extent that my team had to shoot them down.
I asked the Mongolian assassin if he was alright to which he replied that he was perfectly fine and that I just need to get Inspector Q off his post, as he was the final nail in the coffin. I then issued an alert on INTERPOL and waited at the police station. Inspector Q came in to the station only to reprimand the local head constable who was working with us on INTERPOL. However, I caught inspector Q and tied him up inside the other prison cell, where we wanted to extract information. He told me that the killings in the area were really high and that it was not just humans but Banshees did it too. Little did he know that not only was he going to get shot down by my team but he also ended up giving a very large hint.
Okay, so what is a banshee? A banshee is a female spirit in Scottish mythology that visits people late at night. They live by a river and generally take on appearances of any age right from young girls to elderly ladies. When we hear a banshee scream, it meant that death was near and someone was going to die.
Moreover, Banshees tend to be visible only on one of the CCTV cameras when they pass through a neighborhood.
Hearing this, my team laughed and told, “why do these criminals make things extremely complicated for themselves? Why is it so difficult to just surrender and put an end to their criminal careers which never pays at the end?”
We decided to retire to our tiny apartment. We spread out to all locations around the apartment to make sure we had all spots covered.
A local told us: “When a banshee comes, it just means death. That is how we all lost our young babies and teen children over the past few years.”
My team did a survey and we noticed a surprising fact. We saw that all those families who had their children killed by the so-called banshee consumed a lot of junk food such as chips, sweets and coke on a daily basis but it was not the case with the other normal families.
Besides, the locals also told that when they called the police, the banshee just disappeared but so did their young children who were found dead in the morning near the dumpsters.
Now, I started to suspect this gang and their modus operandi.
“A woman dressed as a banshee would visit the houses of the victims alone. When the people ran to other rooms to call the police, the woman would somehow just put the hand in and drag small children out of the window and throw them down from the height and when the police came, the officers involved in the syndicate would secretly be killing the children.”
Here is what I suspected so I told my cousin about this. He told me, to go to the grocery store and purchase each and every packet of chips, sweets, crisps and coke, and then he instructed all the officers in my team to order deep fried food items and make sure that all the oil could be knocked down with a generous amount of coke.
In earlier days, an overflowing well would indicate that a banshee was visiting its victims, but now an overflowing coke glass would indicate that my cousin was visiting his victim.
Okay, so we were awake and at around 1:00 AM in the night, we heard tapping at the window and we saw a young girl with orange-red colored hair, green eyes and an eerie grimace asking to be let in because she was hurt. She also told us that she needed a glass of water.
Well, she was no banshee, but a real woman who was working with the supposed syndicate. Then, a female officer from my team opened the window, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her inside saying: “how about some coke too ma”. Then that lady started swearing very loudly and told us: “how dare you drink coke, you think you are too good huh” and proceeded to try and attack us, only to be subdued by the female officers in my team.
We put her in handcuffs and then happened to confiscate her jammer, which would disable CCTV cameras nearby. We then told her that her gang of proxy officers were caught and killed so there was going to be no killing happening today night.
She then told: “how did you know all this? Why are you attacking us, we are doing good for the society? I did all this only to avenge the ring that trafficked me from Philippines to UK and made me work in a house forcefully, after removing my left eye. That is why I wear this green accessory over both my eyes to hide that.”
My team told her that we were from the INTERPOL and that it was our team that had taken down that gang. We also told her that we are from the Indian Police.
Hearing this she told: “Okay, if I surrender will you officers help me cure the growing infection on my eyes. It was due to my surgery being done in an unhygienic environment and I may lose my eyesight from my right eye too, since the infection from my left eye is also spreading to my right eye. If you are going to help me cure, then I will be willing to surrender and help you with the case.”
We did some basic analysis and agreed to take her assistance while my cousin made calls to an optician friend in the UK who would take care of her eye surgery. The optician friend agreed to do the surgery for free and we went the next day to the more uptown side of the city where her surgery was performed. The next day after her surgery, she was relived off of her pain and was ready to help us with the case.
She told us that there is a hospital in Springbhurn, owned by an Indian doctor. He was actually smuggled from India to the UK as a part of the same gang. However, he was a slightly older guy who had good knowledge on anatomy and organs, so he was liked by the surgeons working with the human trafficking gang. Besides, his dual nature of softness and rowdyism was liked by all the gangsters in that gang so much so that some of the important work in the gang was handled by him.
When some days had passed, he killed the surgeons and the other few traffickers, rescued the team and started working as an apprentice lab assistant in an anatomy lab in the nearby college, simultaneously finishing his medical degree. He also took away all the money that was deposited by the human trafficking organization.
He then took over the hospital when it was closing and converted it into a multi-specialty hospital that took care of sick and injured migrants and underprivileged people. However, the dark side was that everyone who came there for an organ transplant or any issues like diabetes or physical issues that probably required help from trafficked victims (organs, physical services, etc.) were put down either by euthanasia or ingestible poison. The assassin dressed as the banshee, also told that all the insulin syringes were actually euthanasia syringes and the beverages like tea and drinking-chocolate were often adulterated with poison. She also stated that the doctor’s immense spending on his so called killing projects could even give the broke billionaires an inferiority complex.
We then knew that arresting the doctor was very easy, but we needed solid evidence to trap him. He was a pretty influential person who had contacts with high rank officials around the world and it was hard to trap him so easily.
Okay, we will conclude for now. How about, we catch up in part-3, to get to the final cherry on the cake.
THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO INSULT OR GLORIFY ANY COUNTRY OR STATE NOR DOES IT HAVE ANY INTENTION TO ASSOCIATE ANY COUNTRY WITH TERRORISM AND/OR CRIME.
THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE OR HIGHLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDINGS OR FIGHTS BETWEEN COUNTRIES, STATES AND ETHNICITIES.