It had been the end of our tedious mission in Afghanistan where we had fought and killed a few deadly rebels.

We thought it was time for a break, and decided to return home. A family reunion was about to come, and thus we thought of attending the reunion.

Just as I told my cousin about it, he told ;
 
    “Sorry man, I understand it is difficult for us to stay seperated from our families during this reunion, but unfortunately a few families have been forcefully seperated in Nigeria and need our help. A deadly rebel group has taken many people hostage. They attacked a UN truck carrying relief supplies and decided to take the survivors hostage.”

   “Besides, those cowards attacked a bus carrying 20 Soldiers from the Armed Forces of India, the USA, the UK and France and thus killed them. Unfortunately, during this attack the soldiers were unarmed and going for a break while these cowardly rebels struck like fools.”

Hearing this, I was extremely angry at the audacity shown by these rebels, who claimed that their platoons were the best. When I heard the word ‘platoon, I was agitated. Platoons only refer to teams of Armed Forces Personnel. This rebel group is not worth being considered more than a ‘gang’. Besides, they claimed that they were fighting for freedom and what they were doing was a good act. Well, the Indian reinforcements would show them what freedom actually means, alongside the reinforcements of the respective countries. i.e. we were going to teach the rebels such a lesson that they would remember the pain even in their afterlife. Our actions would act as a deterrent to upcoming rebel groups and upcoming rebels who think that they can get away with such horrendous crimes against humanity without any consequences.

Yes, we took a flight of the Indian Air Force to Nigeria. We had a huge convoy of the Indian Army, alongside a huge Paramilitary group carrying atleast a few hundred to few thousand members of each force.

1. The Central Reserve Police Force (CRPF)
2. The Central Industrial Security Force (CISF)
3. The Indo-Tibet Border Police (ITBP)

All these forces have no less than 2 to 3 million personnel and thus a thousand from each is not a huge number. This was including those who were already stationed in Nigeria as a part of UN Peacekeeping Missions.

We also had a lot of tanks, armoured vehicles, mine-protected vehicles and almost every vehicle had a Heavy Machine Gun or a Medium Machine Gun fixed to the vehicle. We had 2 families travelling, not a family of people as usual. It was a family of Heckler and Koch Weapons and a family of weapons from the Israeli Weapon Industries corporation. The gun family comprised of a large number of Assault Rifles, Light-Machine-Guns, Sub-Machine-Guns and Rocket Launchers alongside a few handguns.
( Just summarise it as more number of guns than personnel).

This rebel group was said to be one of the most ruthless and stone hearted groups. Their source of income was organ trading, human trafficking and other atrocious and unimaginable acts. They were quite strong in terms of their weapons and were experts in Improvised Explosive Devices (IED’s). They would not just kill, but brutally torture victims.

In order to make reinforcements lethal for these so called ‘dangerous rebels’, we had to align those who can fight best, at the front lines. All the regiments and commando forces of India are strong, but we needed the best of the best at the front lines. They were :-

1. The Ghatak Commandos – The word ‘Ghatak’ in Sanskrit language means ‘lethal’. These Ghatak Commandos are the deadliest force of the Indian Forces, and you would not want them to knock on your doors even in your dreams. But for these rebels, these Ghatak Commandos were ready to break their bones and not even allow them to sleep peacefully even in their afterlife.

2. The Ghurka Regiment – The Ghurka Regiment is there in many Armed Forces around the world. The Ghurkas are an ethnic group from the Indo-Nepal regions who are born warriors. As per the words of a famous Indian Military Officer; General Sam Manekshaw;

“If a man says he is not afraid of dying, he is either lying, or he is a Gurkha”

This itself speaks volumes about how courageous Gurkhas are. If they are left in a forest all alone, all they need is a ‘Khukri’, a type of curved dagger that can be used for cutting things. Thus, the soldiers of the Indian Army’s Gurkha regiment were undoubtedly going to show the rebels what courage actually means, in a simplified manner. Rebels who generally do not understand words need to be shown actions, because actions sometimes speak louder than words.

3. The PARA SF Commandos – The PARA SF is the abbreviation for Special Forces Parachute Regiment. Only the best soldiers of the Indian Army are selected for the PARA SF and they are one of the Top 10 Best Forces in the World. They fight the enemy like the enemy itself and are experts in Guerrilla Warfare, a specialised type of warfare that most deadly rebel groups around the world follow.

With these 3 groups on the frontline, we met the commanding officer in charge. He was a senior French Military officer who was commanding all forces. He inspected our Indian Forces unit and had tears of joy. He held my cousin’s hand and told,

“thank you sir’

” I am glad that you are here”

“India has very good relations with most countries in the world and thus we need your help. Your men and women are the best for the reinforcements sir”

My cousin was elated at this enthusiastic and humble commander and decided to be of best help. He told me,

” Boy, you should lead encounter teams and assist the police group of the convoy. Myself and the new inspector will lead the military and paramilitary group.”

I was perfectly fine and requested the French Military commander for permission to do a surgical strike – An attack in which the armed forces will infiltrate the enemy territory and lock vantage positions to attack the enemies in their own territory.

Yes, we reached the hideout of the rebels inside a lush green forest area and took positions. Our Ghillie Suits were customized to blend us with every single type of vegetation, be it grass or weeds. We stayed put for hours on end. The tropical heat, combined by the heat preserving nature of our Ghillie Suits, almost fried us like meat. But we decided to stay put because, our pain was not even one-thousandth of the pain that the hostages would be undergoing.

We could not fire as the hostages were in that particular building and that there was an unavoidable Explosive string right near us and that our gun trigger could also trigger the explosives, as that was the rebels’ tactic to keep armed forces from entering. Since these rebels could activate the strings or we could activate them by touching them, we decided to exercise maximum caution and refrained from any urgent firing. I decided to look for answers, which was as usual, in our question itself.

I saw a rope under some dry leaves and it was used to catch people who entered. Anyone who set foot on that trap, would be swung into the air and be hung upside down. (A trick which was used by rebels in the North-Eastern parts of India). I decided to use the trap to my advantage and kept one of my disfunctional INSAS rifles near it. I kept it and immediately withdrew back to my position. Just as i was hoping, within a span of 15 minutes, a rebel came for a routine check, armed with an AK-47. He stepped on the rope and was caught by his own trap! I had deployed the same tactics during my time in North East India in the forests and had caught around 20 rebels that way. Now, I was using the same tactic here in Nigeria.

Just as he screamed, I shot him with my silenced pistol and tied and fixed my own explosive to his corpse. Just as the other rebels came to collect his corpse, they were blown up by my explosive that i triggered. During the monitoring, I saw that the hideout was having 30 rebels. Now that i had 20 down, we decided to wait for the others. They too turned up with least suspicion, thinking that it was their own explosives and they too were doomed because of my Explosive, that was detonated on their arrival and helped finish off the remaining rebels.

We carefully made our way to the building which was being used as a hideout by the rebels. We found the hostages. All were safe and were going to be rescued. Rebel reinforcements could come soon, so we asked 3 to 4 Chinooks from all forces to come and pick everyone. The 15 hostages and our convoy of 50 members. The first few Chinooks took the hostages and the other helicopters and chinooks took us, the members of the armed forces.

We were quickly back in our base. I told my cousin about the work and that the hostages were safe. He told that the other soldiers had also done similar surgical strikes on other rebel hideouts and had rescued countless hostages who were civilians, UN staff and soldiers and the soldiers had killed countless rebels.

We explained the situation of the excessive tripwire and explosive systems around the hideouts. We go to know that the hideout we attacked was an important strategic location for rebels and they could prevent detection due to the forest cover that eased hiding of explosives and tripwire. But, no matter how strategic the location was, we had successfully infiltrated and  killed every single rebel with least problem.

We recovered a lot of arms and ammunition and also explosives and detonators alongside some notes that had some meeting details and attack locations. These notes were made in English, French and Arabic language and they could easily be translated. These notes contained information of next attack locations and also commander meetings.

The note stated that the 6 top commanders including the chief of the rebels was going to be visiting, the strategic launchpad that had just been raided. Their plan was to attack the International school nearby, and have a group of imprisoned rebels released. The notes stated that the seniors would remain in the hideout, while the rebels would go to attack the school.

We had a moment of relief. The Nigerian Police and Military Forces had already secured the potential attack locations. A team of ITBP was sent to the school and a helicopter containing Garud Commandos of the Indian Forces was patrolling nearby. But since we had the detonator of the explosive belts nearby we could easily trigger the explosives when the commanders and other rebels went into their launchpad. They had no idea of the surgical strike. Our objective was to preserve as much ammunition as possible and fight with the rebels’ explosives as much as possible.

We all teamed up to finish off the top leaders and now, we will finish the other rebels.

Okay cool. Let us catch up in part 2 where we attack those senior handlers of the rebels.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS. ANY RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO PEOPLE IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL.

THIS FICTIONAL STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO CONNECT ANY COUNTRY OR ANY ETHNIC GROUP TO TERRORISM OR ANY NEGATIVE ASPECTS.

HOWEVER, THE NAMES AND FACTS ABOUT THE ARMED FORCES IS TRUE.          

Yes, the rebel groups had almost come to an end. We killed multiple rebels and also killed their fund sources too. Now a few rebels were still remaining. They would most likely try to attack a few soft targets and could also rage against us. However, we decided to report to the area where the rebels were most active. Other parts were guarded by regional Afghanistan Forces such as the Afghan Army and Afghan Police, reinforced by a few members of Indian Army and also the USA Forces. A joint exercise by Indian and USA Air Force by the use of drones spotted active rebel groups’ movement in the deserted area. Thus, we decided that our convoys of Indian and American Forces could go there to do the final strike. The American Forces’ commander was the most senior officer as she had served almost 15 years in international missions. Thus we had our Indian Convoy members follow her orders. We also had our team inspector who was the second-in-charge. Suddenly, we got a distress call from the outpost near a school stating that a few insurgents had attacked a school and set it on fire. They needed reinforcements to stop the attackers. I was then furious seeing the cowardly attitude of the rebels and decided to respond with lethal force. I requested the American Forces’commander to grant me permission to go to the school to reinforce the security forces near the school. She advised me not to go and that she would accompany us. However, I told her that the situation here is more volatile, thus it would be good for a more experience officer to lead the team here. I also told her that I have encountered many such cases in India as well and that these rebels are no different. I went with a team of the Indian Army, Indian CRPF and the Indian CISF. I also told my inspector to stay with the American Forces and assist them in the operation and also to call the Indian Air Force for reinforcement. I also told the American Forces’ commander that the Air Force would be required and that the Indian Air Force fighter jets would assist the American Air Force fighter jets in the operation. She was happy with my idea and summoned the Air Force units. My team proceeded to the school. We also escorted the Afghan Fire Department to extinguish the fires in the building. Then with gas masks and thermal scopes, all the men and women in my team were ready for a deadly shootout. Their determination-strong, their ammunition-lethal, their armour-highly protective! All of them were ready for a raid! We had Snipers and LMG’s alongside Assault Rifles and Sub-Machine-Guns. We also had grenade launchers and SMAW Rocket Launchers too. These were wielded by the team that would attack against rebel reinforcements. We used Snipers to take out 4 attackers and also returned fire on a few attackers, killing 3 and wounding another one. The wounded one threw a grenade at me! However a grenade was easier than a cricket ball. I caught it and used one of my safety pins to lock the grenade. My team also was attacked with grenades but they did the same thing! Catch it and lock it. Little did these stupid rebels know that they were only making us more powerful. Those silly fools had unfortunately made their fate even more straightforward and certain. Just as we stormed the building, we had only three attackers left. They had called for reinforcements. They tried to shoot us face to face, but their rusty AK-47 rifles betryaed them in the last minute. With no grenades in their hands which could have been used, they surrendered on spot. They cried and told us to have them arrested. But arrest is allergy, but encounter is energy. Thus I took my Glock 19 pistol, and shot the three attackers. Suddenly, reinforcements arrived. 4 trucks carrying multiple rebels. They came and tried to establish communication with their colleagues, who were already shot down. My team member from the Afghan Police told them that the mission was done! He lied that the Indian Forces were dead and that they were not there. They enjoyed and had another 6 trucks come there. It was at this time that the Indian Forces fired many rockets and other explosives including their own grenades, catching them off guard. Another vital platoon of the rebel group was taken down. Thus, it was time to reinforce our colleagues back there.  I informed my colleagues about the good news, that the school was safe and that all attackers were taken down! They too conveyed the good news that the the Indian Air Force and the American Air Force had collectively taken down all the rebels and thus had ended the siege. We had another week’s time, but we had finished more than we could have. A lot of rebels were down and thus we had a week’s time. We decided to use it most productively. My cousin used all his connections such as billionaires in Europe, The USA and Middle East alongside Indian Politician Friends, who sent a lot of money to renovate schools, end famines and also improve healthcare and other infrastructure. I also inspected training camps for the Afghan Army and the Afghan Police, ensuring that the training is sufficient. I also asked wealthy Friends to invest in Afghan defence start-ups and also in inexpensive armour manufacturing, to strengthen the Afghan Armed Forces. Last but not the least, I also wrote a letter to the UN Office in Afghanistan, requesting a few UN Inspectors to keep track on weapon deals and corruption, which could benefit the revival of rebel groups. The UN Inspectors were appointed soon and decided to keep track of a lot of things. Thus, I could see a huge scope for improvement. Very soon, the orders came for the retreating of Indian Forces and American Forces, thus we all bade goodbye to each other and promised to stay in touch. We would meet once again during a future international mission. DISCLAIMER :- This is a fictional story that has no relation to any real events. Any resemblance between any characters or events in the story to any in real life is purely coincidental. This story has no intention to promote Violence nor does it have any intention to associate any country with corruption, crime or terrorism.

We had crushed the spine of the rebel groups in Afghanistan by bombing and attacking their important base camps where their commanding officers and important supply outfits were destroyed. However, this was not too sufficient. We had to stop the funding and support. However, this was quite easy as our informers of RAW had deciphered all the fund sources. They were apparently some dangerous politicians and drug dealers and notorious criminals from uptown neighborhoods of Mazar-i-Sharif city. Our Convoy of encounter specialists reached the area and immediately had everyone arrested. We also got permission from the senior politicians of Afghanistan that we have all the permission to fatally wound anyone who opposes the action. We took advantage of the situation and attacked everyone there and had them arrested. Anyone who dared to attack us was fatally shot in the head. Thus we confiscated all their regional and international property and seized all their Million Dollars situated in different banks around the world. A lot of major fund sources were eliminated alongside a few corrupt politicians who were also arrested in a jiffy. However, there was a slight catch. The Indian Intelligence Bureau established contact with the RAW stating that the funding is also done by a few members in India. I informed my cousin who immediately alerted the CBI and had almost every fund source either encountered or arrested. Thus their funding was already stopped except a little. My cousin told that a few politicians in India were also responsible for funding. Thus my cousin used the political influence of his heavily influential politician Friends and his team to encounter all the politicians and gangs. There was a case filed against my cousin for so many encounters, and he stood a chance of being suspended. But was it practically possible??? No! Not even in anyone’s dreams. Our influential political Friends immediately spoke to the Human Rights Council in India and also to the media and the Deputy Commissioner of Police (DCP) telling them about the INTERPOL mission and that any more enquiries would prove disastrous to the Media and Human Rights Council. However, they were not agitated or angry. They saw the amount of good that my cousin and the INTERPOL team and the politician Friends were doing that they immediately tore all paperwork and discarded it. They also decided to offer funds to the victims of terror and also decided to improve the quality of lives for the Afghan refugees. We had to send a few refugee families to reunite with their relatives in the Europe and the Middle East. Hearing this, all politician Friends, alongside their seniors and all journalists and media and Human Rights Council members provided maximum funding. After our raids on the illegal gun markets in Afghanistan, many people would not even have food to eat and nor could they fund their families in Europe and Middle East. However, due to the efforts of all my influential Friends and also some billionaire Friends in the Middle East and Europe, a countless number of these refugees from Afghanistan would be sent to the regions and would be given good housing, education and healthcare and also permanent citizenship. We had a small break where we escorted many buses full of refugee families who would live a happy life abroad. After having many victims and refugees send abroad to give them a good life, we decided to finish off the rebels completely. Let’s catch up in part 3. Where we end a school shooting and finish them off. DISCLAIMER :- This is a fictional story that has no relation to any real events. Any resemblance between any characters or events in the story to any in real life is purely coincidental. This story has no intention to promote Violence nor does it have any intention to associate any country with corruption, crime or terrorism.

I had just returned from the INTERPOL mission in Kenya. My cousin, who was initially an inspector got promoted to the rank of an Additional Commissioner of Police (ACP). A new inspector joined our encounter cell. We did a few encounters and arrests as normal, attacking internal terrorists, human traffickers, corrupt and dangerous politicians and also many other deadly criminals wiping out their gangs and crushing them to ground dust. My cousin got awarded again for leading such operations and we too were credited for the participation. Just as we were celebrating, we got a call from the Indian Foreign Minister’s office who told us that again an INTERPOL mission demanded us in Afghanistan, where a few insurgent attacks were ravaging regional forces. My cousin decided to do the preparation, however since the criminal outfits could spring again, I told my cousin to stay back here in India and enforce reinforcements for the regional criminal cases, and that myself and the new inspector would do the Afghanistan mission ourselves. I also left my personal escort with my cousin, for his safety and left for the mission ourselves. We took a flight of the Indian Air Force from the Delhi International Airport to Kabul International Airport. We got into our armoured fighting vehicles alongside a few members of the Indian CRPF and the Indian CISF. Everyone was armed with AK variant rifles alongside M4 Carbines and an entire family! Well, not a family of people, but a family of Heckler and Koch guns of all types. We had SMAW Rocket Launchers and also some M134 MiniGuns mounted. We had a lot of LMG’s and MMG’s that would spray out ammunition. Just like our previous Kenya mission, we had more number of ammunition and guns that personnel itself. Just as our heavily armed convoy passed, we suddenly got a distress call from an Afghan Police Checkpoint, who stated that they could no longer pin the rebels, who were trying to get past to the parliament building. There were way too many rebels, almost 200 to 300. However, when our Convoy came to reinforce the Afghan Police Checkpoint, the rebels fired an RPG. However, that did not do anything to us. We just fired back at them attacking them and crushing almost 300 Rebels with heavy fire of the MiniGun and SMAW. Besides, we got to know that another 500 were coming to the spot. However, we decided to stay on ground and stay put. We quickly asked the Indian Army unit in Afghanistan to bring a few tanks of possible. The Indian Army unit brought a few Indian tanks alongside a few tanks brought by the Afghanistan Provincial Response Company. The rebels suddenly stated that more than a 1000 rebels would come there to attack. He told that the cowardly Indian rats withdraw or there could be huge consequences. This was a moment of a hearty laugh. Those uneducated and immature rebels could easily be crushed even in that number. We Indian Forces were a student of Indian history. During the Mughal invasion of India, Ibrahim Lodi’s cavalry of 100,000 men and a 100 elephants was absolutely no match to Zahiruddin Mohammed Babur’s Army of 12,000 men. Quality was more important than quantity. A small yet disciplined and trained convoy of 200 members of the Indian Forces alongside another 100 members of the Afghan forces could never lose to the 1000 + rebels who met us on open ground. Just as we saw them, we rained them with heavy fire. Sounds of ammunition and smoke and explosions echoed in the air as the 1000+ rebels were crushed to ground dust. We immediately secured the Afghan Parliament building as the security members were sent to the hospital. We had talks with a few Army officials of the Afghan Army. We also requested permission for a few fighter jets of the Indian Air Force to enter the country. We also requested permission for a few members of the Research and Analysis Wing (RAW), an external intelligence agency of the Indian government to act as informers in the rebel struck areas. Our RAW people were dressed as Afghan locals and spoke very good Arabic language. They could not easily be caught. Finding our RAW informers by the rebels was like finding a needle in a haystack. With a massive number of Rebels down, we got to know of many rebel launchpads and had them crushed. Fighter jets of the Indian Air Force came to attack them and bombed everyone. Now we had to get to the other side where we stopped the funding and support to the rebels.

DISCLAIMER :- This is a fictional story that has no relation to any real events. Any resemblance between any characters or events in the story to any in real life is purely coincidental. This story has no intention to promote Violence nor does it have any intention to associate any country with corruption, crime or terrorism.

MISSION SOMALIA

When we had done a lot of encounters and had destroyed insurgent outfits in Kenya, we wanted to attack the insurgent headquarters in Somalia. The insurgent group from Somalia was responsible for multiple assaults in the East African region, and could easily shift to the other parts of Africa and also the Middle East. Besides, they had the potential to attack European countries too if they were left unchecked.

All Indian forces, including our convoy led by my cousin boarded a flight to Somalia. When we took off, we were on a flight from Mombasa, Kenya to Mogadishu, Somalia. We then had to go to the outskirts of Mogadishu to destroy the remaining insurgents.

Everything was quite smooth like a peaceful stream. However, not all streams can flow smoothly, there will be a few rocks what will always disrupt any peaceful stream.

This happened very soon, when we came to know that a commercial plane, going from Mombasa International Airport to Dubai International Airport, was hijacked by 16 of those insurgents and that the plane would be set free only if Indian Forces withdrew from Kenya and Somalia.

The air traffic control also told us that our Indian Air Force Plane going from Kenya to Somalia, must return back and only then the hijacked plane would be let free. Otherwise, the insurgents threatened to kill one passenger every hour.

However, we Indian Forces were like a fast flowing stream, who could easily cut through any rocks that came our way. We decided that these threats are not too difficult and that we could handle it easily with no problems.

We were to land in Mogadishu, but had to get that plane to Mogadishu. Thus we tried to ask the Air Traffic Control to somebody get us in contact with the pilots. We tried repeatedly, but to no avail.

Then suddenly, my cousin got a mysterious satellite phone call, and he expected that it would be an insurgent, who had hijacked the plane. Then we came to know that it was not an insurgent, but a female voice.

It was the voice of a young female, who told us that she has the satellite phone of one of the hijackers and that the plane is going to land in Mogadishu airport.

When my cousin asked her as to who she was, she told that she was the pilot on board the hijacked plane, and that she was going to deliberately drop off some fuel, to create an artificial scarcity of fuel, so that it would not reach Dubai, but would land in Mogadishu.

We wished her the best of luck and told her to do exactly what she intented to do. My cousin told her that he was the commander of the Indian Forces and that he would have Indian Forces storm the plane, when it touched at Mogadishu Airport.

We informed the Indian military base in Djibouti, who told that a team of 20 commandoes from the Special Forces Parachute Regiment (PARA SF) of the Indian Army would secure both, Entemmbe International Airport as well as the Mogadishu International Airport. Further, a team of 20 Marine Commandoes (MARCOS) of the Indian Navy would assist these operations.

Things were a little cool, because the hijacked airliner touched down in Mogadishu airport on the pretext of refuelling before it’s journey to Dubai.

We had to act quite fast because, there was a huge probability that the airliner could be taken to Iraq or Yemen, where it would be difficult for Indian Forces to act.

Thus, the moment the plane touched down on the runway, our entire convoy of encounter specialists and members of the Central Reserve Police Force (CRPF) and also the Central Industrial Security Force (CISF) was stationed in secret locations, armed with Assault Rifles, Light Machine Guns and Snipers mainly. We could no show off our power as it would be dangerous to the hostages and thus everyone stayed in vantage positions.

We saw the insurgents come out and tell us. “What do you want India? India Army and India Forces? What do you want? Why you not leaving us. We wanting freedom and equality. My cousin put up a negotiation with them telling that he had 2 boxes of cash. These boxes contained 140 Kilograms of Gold and a lot of cash of different currencies. He apologized for the atrocities committed by the Indian Forces and said that they would be withdrawing along with giving this small gift of gold and money.

However, this was a huge trick. Those foolish rebels believe in the impossible, so it was easy to convince them that we were doing it. Well, the boxes contained no gold, but a golden surprise. I had snuck into one of the box along with a team of 6 PARA SF Commandos and 6 MARCOS Marine Commandos. The other box contained nothing except a few rocks. Just as the flight took off, the rebels kept their weapons in the luggage section hoping to open the box. They were ready to close their eyes, knowing that the shine of the gold would blind them. Yes it did. Just as they opened the box, we opened fire killing all of them. The Indian Forces were tough and strong. We do not back out so easily

This counter-hijacking operation was over in the blink of an eye and the hijacking attempt was foiled with 0 casualties. I went into the cockpit and told the pilot not to worry and to fly the plane to Dubai. The environment onboard the plane turned into extreme excitement from a feeling of intense fear in no time. Everyone hung around me and the commandos. They were full of questions and wanted to meet the main commander too. Very soon, the plane landed in Dubai.

My cousin then met the overexcited passengers when the plane touched in Dubai.
They demanded my cousin for an autograph for being the commander of such a courageous set of Armed Forces Officers, but my cousin suggested that the female pilot on board should give the real autograph. Had it not been for her calm and composed nature, and also her courage added to her presence of mind and quick thinking, we were able to successfully storm the plane and rescue it from the hijackers.

My cousin appreciated the pilot and requested her to give her autograph to all our convoy members. She was very humble and despite giving her autograph, she also told that she was just doing what any pilot would do, and that there was nothing special about it. However, we said that it was really special and that the world was lucky to have people like her, in the never ending war against insurgency.

We did not want to delay the mission anymore and took the flight back to Somalia from Dubai airport on the flight of the Indian Air Force.

Our Convoy reached Somalia and landed in Mogadishu International Airport. The Entemmbe International Airport had an attack attempt which was foiled by the Indian Forces.

Our huge convoy headed from Mogadishu to the outskirts, where the insurgents were hiding. This was a pretty tedious process as this supposedly simple journey was followed by multiple insurgent teams coming to attack our convoy and preventing us from reaching the headquarters of the rebels. However, every convoy that came to attack us was crushed in a few seconds. They could not stand a chance against our armoured vehicles and strong artillery.

We reached the final hideout undaunted, as we had killed atleast 400 insurgents during our journey to the hideout and deployed the same tactics we deployed in Kenya.

Massive ammunition, least casualties for us and of course, the most important :- Maximum Damage to Insurgents.

The place was more like an abandoned mansion, surrounded by makeshift trenches. We hid in the trenches and waited for the insurgents to show up, just as one insurgent showed up on the balcony to smoke a cigarette, he was immediately put down by my cousin’s silenced HK PSG 1. Smoking is very injurious to health and on top of that this rebel would come out and smoke so confidently when 2 of India’s best police officers were there that too assisting a much greater Paramilitary, Police and Military convoy.

The other Insurgents gathered near him to see what happened, and immediately was hit by a 40 mm grenade from my Multi-Grenade-Launcher (MGL).

The other Insurgents tried to pin us down, but neither their weapons, nor manpower was of any match to our huge convoy.

We would always shoot grenades and Rockets. However, when they attempted to shoot rockets at us, they were sniped.

The annoyed, yet defeated and dejected looking insurgents were soon made to ground meat and the entire insurgent group was crushed like anything.

So, when ever we had a question that needed an answer during our mission, the answer to the question was in the question itself.

We disconnected the generators in the first part, by making the battery melt it’s own terminals.

The second part, we wanted to do maximum damage to insurgent launchpads in Kenya, but their own fuel bunkers and Ethanol and Kerosene cans assisted the damage.

The third part featured a hijacked flight, but it touched down in the same area where we were strongly present. Thus even a plane hijack was solved.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS.

THIS IS JUST A FICTIONAL STORY. IT HAS NO INTENTION TO DEGRADE KENYA OR SOMALIA. IT DOES NOT INTEND TO ASSOCIATE ANY COUNTRY WITH TERRORISM. THIS STORY DOES NOT PROMOTE OR CONDONE VIOLENCE.

Yes, we had secured the gaming centre and all the adjacent buildings by totally taking out all the insurgents.

The Kenyan Authorities had begun to investigate who was actually behind the attack. We came to know that a small insurgent group from Somalia which was formed by an amalgamation of 9 smaller groups was responsible for the attack.
The group had stated that the UN Peacekeeping Force of the Indian Military had helped Somalian Forces and the joint operations had killed tens of thousands of rebels which had secured the country and thus reduced their activities, due to which they chose to attack the Indian Forces, by capturing the gaming cafe and attracting our attention.

This explained the reason behind the large number of attackers and the danger that it posed. However, this was nothing. Our convoy alone was enough to destroy any dangerous terror groups.

We decided to keep the area on high alert. Every phonecall and satellite call was intercepted and each and every one associated with the illegal possession of satellite transmitters and extra foreign currency was arrested as normal local civilians would not have those things. Terrorism being a huge business would pay thousands of dollars to the participants in hard cash only to prevent detection. However, this great method was short lived for these rebels who instead of surrendering liked showing off.

Now we got another threat that Improvised Explosive Devices were placed in a school nearby. We immediately asked all schools to lockdown for the time being, and switched off electricity supply to all the areas. It was quite dangerous, given the high impacts of the electrical Explosives and we had to shut down electricity to keep the area safe

Only military installations and hospitals had Electricity access. The entry to hospitals and military installations was thoroughly screened and everyone was checked. The city was on high alert and all armed forces were ready to respond to any terror attack

We knew that the insurgents could come out of thin air anytime. It was not safe to underestimate their potentials as they were a skilled insurgent group.

Suddenly, we came to know that the insurgents were using satellite phones as there were some unnecessary satellite signals being transmitted from an abandoned building in a Kenyan village.

Our convoy along with the entire Force of Kenyan military, the Special Operations Regiment as well as Kenyan Armed Police, went to the building, and decided to do a surgical strike. A surgical strike is an attack method in which armed forces secretly infiltrate the territory of the Insurgents and destroy their launchpads and base camps. I had done many surgical strikes in the past fighting internal insurgent groups in India and had killed countless insurgent groups. Not just insurgents, insurgent groups. This one in Kenya was no different.

We were also joined by a convoy of the Indian Army, who were wielding Rocket Launchers, Rocket Propelled Grenades (RPG). We also had men and women of the force wielding Light Machine Guns.

With heavy ammunition of all different classes of combat, Assault, Recon, Heavy, Support and Sniper, we knew that nothing could go wrong and that we were sure to win this battle

We saw that there were almost 2000 insurgents, who were later joined by another 1000! But numbers never scared us!

As children, my cousin and I were weak in Maths and were scared of large numbers. However, our maths teacher always told us that there is no need for fear as numbers have no claws or teeth!

Remembering these golden words, we decided that we were the dangerous people, not the insurgents. Just as 200 more insurgents gathered around, the Heavy Combat Class immediately fired all Explosives at the insurgents.

The fuel bunkers, Ethanol, Kersone created maximum Damage and almost 2800 insurgents were killed in the process!
The other 400 attempted to attack us, but we’re crushed down by more Explosives and the Light Machine Guns.

There were a few who attempted to escape on a Toyota Hilux truck, but they were crushed by the ground Assault and Recon teams.

It was a glorious celebration.

With the first launchpad down, we did similar surgical strikes on many insurgent launchpads.

Out of 20 launchpads, we Indian Forces along with Kenyan Forces had destroyed 18 of those and had crushed them to ground meat.
The other two launchpads were destroyed by a convoy of American Delta Force and also a convoy of Israeli Sayeret Force. Not to forget mentioning that a massive Indian convoy had destroyed many other terrorist launchpads across other parts of Kenya and its border regions

My cousin who was the commander of out convoy had not had a happier moment in his life. Me, who always dreamt of helping Africa could not be more pleased as I had made a huge impact.

I had destroyed the ribs of a deadly insurgent group that had a potential to attack anywhere in Northern and Central Africa.

We had a small break. We had some nice Hot Cocoa drink, after 2 days of not even having had proper meals. We took a good rest in our Basecamp. We suddenly found that all the school children were very happy with us and wanted to extend a hand of friendship. They also promised to follow in our footsteps and they would also want to put an end to insurgency too. We were super elated at this and were sure that the war against terrorism is surely going to be won by all of us.

It was just a small break but, we had a tiny bit, to crush and destroy a complete insurgent group. Technically, we had destroyed this lethal Insurgent Group as this group was formed by an amalgamation of 10 smaller groups.

Okay, let us catch up in part 3, where we crush the last bits of those.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS.

ANY RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO ANY CHARACTERS IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL.

THIS IS JUST A FICTIONAL STORY AND IT HAS NO INTENTION OF PASSING DEROGATORY COMMENTS TOWARDS KENYA, NOR DOES IT HAVE ANY INTENTIONS OF DISCOURAGING TOURISM TO KENYA.

My cousin and I were called to serve a UNPF operation in Kenya. There was recently a bit of insurgency and being national level encounter specialists of the Indian Police, my cousin and I were nominated to the UNPF and were called to help in Kenya. We decided to push above and beyond average and complete the mission in Kenya.

We took an oath that adrenaline is the only hormone that would control us during the trip. Dopamine and Endomorphins were to be earned. We like it when Adrenaline hits us hard.

Nevertheless, we left for Kenya on an aircraft of the Indian Air Force. We were accompanied by 10 Personnel of the Central Industrial Security Force (CISF). The convoy of 10 was heavily armed with each officer having a Ballistic + Gas mask and also a Bulletproof Vest. The artillery per person was a M4 Carbine rifle, an AKM, an MP5 and an AK 47.

Besides, we had a personal ammunition crate that consisted of massive reserve of ammunition and other guns such as SCAR L and Snipers like MacMillion Tac 50 and HK PSG 1.

There were more guns than people on this trip to Kenya. Traveling with us was also a group of other Encounter Specialists and also a few members of the Central Reserve Police Force (CRPF).

This heavily armed convoy had one motto. “Maximum Damage to Insurgents”.

As soon as we touched in Kenya, we got into our vehicles. My cousin and I alongside two other Encounter Specialists got into our Mahindra Thar armoured off road jeep and all the other officers got into armoured vehicles such as the Tata Kestrel and Renault Sherpa.

We were heading towards the Kenyan Police Headquarters when our convoy was attacked by some rebels.  They were on a Chevrolet Silverado truck and wielded RPG’s. However their weapons were no match to our heavily armed convoy and within no time they were crushed to pieces.

We asked the permission from the Kenyan Police chief if we could do a few more encounters, as rebel posts were there nearby and they it had to be done fast. Permission was granted and thus we decided to search the area and took down atleast 2000 rebels. Little did we know that it was just the start of the assignment. We Indian Forces were very good at knocking on the doors of the enemy and saying hello.

The next day morning at 6:00 AM, we got a call stating that a gaming center in Mombasa, had been taken down by rebels. The reason behind this was, a revenge for the Violence towards insurgents in Somalia, by Indian Forces.

Then, a rebel personally informed my cousin stating that either the Indian Forces withdraw or that the hostages would all be killed. They had planted electricity run explosives that would be activated by high voltage.

We knew that we had to disable all sources of high voltage. Our convoy immediately reached the scene and took down around 20 insurgents in the ground floor by firing against them.

My cousin and I alongside a few professional snipers from our convoy locked targets by climbing onto other adjacent buildings and thus popped heads using the MacMillion Tac 50 and HK PSG 1 Sniper Rifles. We killed another 20.

We did this because some insurgents were attempting to fix Suicide vests on some hostages and send them near our convoy. The hostages were safe as their vests could not be activated and the members of the Kenyan Armed Police removed their suicide vests. The hostages were safe and sent to the hospitals for help

Suddenly I received a call on my satellite phone and the voice told me :-

“Huh, you like them so much???!!?? You came till our area to help”

The voice also told, that if we did not withdraw, then they would blow up the entire building using RDX bearing Electrical Explosives. They told us that we kids should not attempt to solve problems that we don’t have knowledge about. They told us that the Electrical Explosives are something which even the Allied Forces don’t know about.

Hearing this, our convoy had a hearty laugh. He was making dosas in the air. Besides the 100 varieties of Indian Dosas, these insurgents were experts at making the 100 varieties to 500 varieties. Making dosas in the air means cooking up lies and showing off.

Nevertheless, those Electrical Explosives were nothing but those that needed high voltage power supplies to detonate. We were sure that we could disable all the sources of high voltage.

In order to do this, we had to make two calls, firstly a call to the UN Peacekeeping Force to secure all the nearby Power stations and then have the Power stations shut down completely and deprive the area of electricity. But this was not so easy.

The building was equipped with generators and Battery backup rooms. If the power was to cut, then these sources could provide uninterrupted power supply to all their Electrical Explosives.

Thus we had to shut down emergency generators first. Getting to the generator room in the basement was a challenge. There were approximately 35 insurgents guarding the path with Medium Machine Guns (MMG’s). Our convoy of 12 could not go forward alone as we could easily be pinned down and our team could afford no casualties. Thus we called the Special Operations Regiment of the Kenyan Forces who came with a group of 50 members to help us. They stormed the generator rooms and cleared out all rebels with silenced rifles, thus assisting us in taking them down without giving away our plans and position.

We had gotten to the generator room, but the generator controls were in a locked cabinet and we could not open it. The only part that we could tap into was the hatch which held the starter batteries of the generator. However, we had no tools to disconnect the battery, so I went to the hatch and using a few connecting wires, I short circuited the battery so that the heat would melt the terminals of the battery and thus disconnect it from the generator.

Having disconnected the battery completely, we were ready. We immediately asked the Electricity Company to shut down all power stations depriving the area of power. With the emergency generator shut down and no electricity, the smart insurgents were suddenly dumbfounded. They thought that we Armed Forces could not think on the same lines they could.

They had also put themselves in a very dangerous spot. Out of the remaining 15, 5 were in the battery backup room. We could achieve two objectives, i.e. to reduce the number of insurgents and also blow up the last source of Electricity.

We ended up throwing a few impact grenades from the opposite building and immediately ended up retreating. The grenades exploded thus destroying the battery room and thus 5 insurgents were also down.

By this time, the Special Operations Regiment of the Kenyan Forces and the convoy of the Kenyan Armed Police were ready to storm the building.

However, storming the building was impossible as the insurgents could shoot the hostages. The hostages were mere teenagers between 12 to 16, it would be terrifying if they were killed. Besides, even if one was killed it could cost a life and also end up ruining it for many others.

Thus we had to act with highest caution. A group of the Kenyan Armed Police stormed the building and used smoke grenades. Simultaneously, my convoy of Indian Forces as well as the Special Operations Regiment of the Kenyan Forces took our MacMillion Tac 50 Sniper Rifles and equipped it with thermal imaging scopes.

The thermal imaging scopes could give the positions of the insurgents even in extreme smoke. We locked on targets of 10 last remaining insurgents and thus had their heads popped thus ending the siege.

The hostage teenagers were now free but were coughing and breathless due to smoke. We immediately went inside and guided the teenagers out of the building for some fresh air. The teenagers were all safe and had no major physical injuries. They were admitted to the hospitals nearby for basic help.

All the convoys stayed there to keep the area secure till orders were given to retreat. My cousin and I were relieved that one assignment was already over. We had more. But we were ready for everything and anything else that would be given to us in Kenya. We were willing to attack any number of insurgents and maybe put insurgency itself.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS. ANY RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO ANY CHARACTERS IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO DEFAME THE COUNTRY OF KENYA OR DISCOURAGE TOURISM TO KENYA. IT IS JUST A FICTIONAL STORY.

Hi from Japan, apparently, are the Kuchisake Onna and the Hachishakusama close buddies?

We went deep into the rural parts of Japan, where my cousin and I decided to explore with our Japanese officer friends. It was a pretty different experience and thus we decided to make the most of it. We were on adrenaline because more than this and that, the Yazuka was the most dangerous. Yazuka means the Japanese underworld

When my cousin and I were taking a walk, we heard a mysterious sound that went like; Po Po Po Po. We were confused and wondered as to which animal would make that sound.

We then decided to peer through the tall fence and saw that an eight feet tall lady, with a coat and a straw hat looked at us! It sent chills down our spine and thus we decided to ask the villagers as to who was she?

They did not pay any attention until we mentioned the sound. Their look of ignorance suddenly turned to a look of fear and they suddenly started bombarding us with questions.

They told us that what we saw was a Hachishakusama. It is a dangerous spirit in Japan that abducts children. Well, we were police officers in our thirties, and not children!

We believed in spirits, but this one was way too confusing and we did not know what was exactly happening?!?!??

But we saw that the Hachishakusama did not float like the description stated, but it was literally walking. I immediately called to my Japanese Police friends and told them the entire incident.

They began to suspect that it was no spirit, but a human. One thing that my police seniors told me during training was that, spirits are dangerous, but humans are even more dangerous.

Spirits might only scare or inflict a few scratches (super rare!). But it is humans who can do extraordinarily horrendous things such as human trafficking, molesting, physical abuse and take lives with a trivial mindset.

We knew that we had to be prepared because it could be humans behind it. I asked my Japanese officer friends to call for backup and we decided to investigate the matter.

We got in a police interceptor and thus we got to the location tracking the footsteps of the Hachishakusama! Smart isn’t it?

Normally, which spirit leaves footprints? None!

We were joined by a large police minibus who were armed with AK 47 and MP5’s. My cousin was the senior most officer and thus he lead in front with his Glock 19 while I lead behind with a Smith and Wesson M&P.

We found an abandoned house with a few Jizos (Religious Japanese Statues) and were warned by the villagers who said that there is a Hachishakusama inside and that we should not go!

However, we went inside with all our guns, asking the people inside to surrender. There were some 60 Gangsters who were all killed by us in an encounter, and we saw the Kuchisake Onna try to attack us with a knife!! What???!!!???

I immediately shot the Kuchisake Onna and the man inside dropped his costume and surrendered.
The one in the Hachishakusama costume also attacked us, but was subdued by my Japanese Police friends.

Then we raided the place and were about to leave, just as I tripped and fell! The others helped me up, and we tore the floor carpet only to find a secret trapdoor!

Four of us broke into the trapdoor and rescued a few trafficked children. They were from East Asia as well as South Asia! The kingpins who were dressed as spirits told that they would traffick children from there, and use them to smuggle drugs, take their organs or sell them off. They also informed us that they were the ones who were stalking us. They told that if it were not for that underworld guy stealing from the vending machine, we would have been killed. All of them were cursing that guy for stealing instead of just keeping an eye on us. I told those fools that we would find out anyway and their counterpart’s act of stealing just made it a little early that’s it. They also told that there was an internal fight between two members of the gang and this fool dressed as Kuchisake Onna tried to stalk us but seeing our guns, he decided to run after quickly stabbing his friend with whom he had some rages. It was a win-win situation.

Yes, it was definitely a win-win situation with absolutely no doubt! They had planned their own fate, it was us who were having the last laugh.

My cousin told them that dressing up as spirits will never scare the police! So the only thing that the kingpins had to worry about is not getting their teeth broken under interrogation.

They revealed that the hotel owner was their close colleague and thus after his arrest, their business failed. Besides they told that their other South Asian colleagues were all killed in an encounter by the Indian Police.

I just laughed and told them that it was me who gave the order. They all cried like kids and told us that we police officers are like rats!

We all laughed even more, and told that if we are rats, then they are bandicoots!

Thus we had dismantled a dangerous inter Asian underworld, and crushed them to ground meat!

Now, the time had come to leave Japan, so we boarded our flight. But not before being rewarded by the Japanese Police for our help in the encounter.

We exchanged phone numbers with the Japanese Police friends and told that we are ready for any INTERPOL operation.

It was a turning point that we had such a huge impact on the INTERPOL level.

Besides, my message to all the criminals, if you like to dress up as spirits, get into the film industry. Do not pursue a career that never pays (crime).

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS.

ANY RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO ANY CHARACTERS IN REAL LIFE LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL.

THIS STORY HAS NO INTENTION TO INSULT JAPAN OR JAPANESE CULTURE NOR DOES IT HAVE AN INTENTION TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE OR DISCOURAGE TOURISM TO JAPAN.

After having encountered the Kuchisake Onna in Nagasaki Prefecture, we decided to take a break from the claustrophobic and chaotic city and move to the rural side of town, thinking that a bit of space and fresh air would help in forgetting about the incident before.

We took a journey to Kyoto in Japan, the city of shrines and decided to stay in an old school style hotel.

It was a shrine like hotel, and everything was traditional, including the carpets bedding and they also used oil lamps for majority of the lighting purposes.

My cousin and I alongside our Japanese Police friends decided to spend a few days at the place.

Everything was great, until we saw the owner and the owner’s wife in the shrine hotel. The owner seemed really creepy and did not talk much. He was very snappy, dismissive and also always tried to harass us. Nevertheless we ignored it because he was just a Japanese villager working in Kyoto and knew that villagers normally behave like that. But they will be nice people.

Everything else aside, we slept as night fell and my cousin lit up the oil lamp dimly as he was very suspicious of the owner and the hotel. We woke up the next morning to find that all the oil in all the lamps was completely empty with absolutely not a single drop left.

We were confused, but assumed that they were poor quality oil lamps that would consume the oil wastefully and inefficiently. We were way too annoyed over the fact that we had to pay extra for oil charges and thus had the oil filled in once again.

The next day, after visiting a shrine nearby and indulging in some meditation and some traditional Japanese monk activities, we decided to retire to our hotel rooms and then have a traditional Japanese dinner in the shrine hotel.

We came to the dining table and saw that the owner’s wife was setting up the table for us. We were really happy to talk to her. She was a generous, well mannered and polite person who had a personality exactly opposite of her bitter and ill mannered husband. Just as we indulged in talks about our personal lives, the lady appreciated the work of us Indian Police as well as Japanese Police and told that we should enjoy a vacation and definitely take a break from work.

Just as the wind blew her long hair, we saw some unusual stretch marks on her neck which confirmed a suspicion that we had. She was not exactly a woman, but a Rokurokubi.

A Rokurokubi is a female spirit in Japanese culture who is a beautiful woman during the day, but at night, she turns into a spirit and can extend her long neck and some can even detach their heads completely. They like to drink blood and oil.

A Rokurokubi is formed when humans have committed a great sin and are destined to be punished and hated. Well, what crime or sin had that lady commited? We all pondered over the question and were really curious.

We decided to have our dinner and go to sleep, but  as we slept the owner asked us if he could sleep with us. He wanted to know stories of the city and also stories from India.

Just as all four of us were narrating our story, we saw that the owner had an eerie and suspicious grin on his face, as if he was going to execute a robust plan of something evil.

We stayed awake and suddenly saw his wife stretch her neck into our room and drink the oil from the lamp!

The owner suddenly saw this and attempted to cut the neck of his wife, only to be stopped by my hand, which came in the way of his dagger.

For some reason, there was no pain in my face, but pure anger. There was pure anger in me, which was more pure compared to the Indian Ghee given by a healthy Indian breed cow.

I immediately jumped on the owner and slammed the oil lamp on his face! I took my Glock pistol and started to pound his face. I brutally interrogated him on the bed in our hotel room and asked him why he tried to kill his wife ( the Rokurokubi).

He was not ready to answer so my cousin threw him to the floor and kicked his head rapidly against the wall asking him to tell now or never!

Fearing death, he blurted out all the truth and told that he was involved in an organised crime underworld that shipped drugs from Japan to South Asia illegally. When he was punished by the Gods, his wife promised to take the punishment and convert herself into a Rokurokubi if it meant that her husband could live happily.

Hearing this, only added fuel to the fire and caused us to resort to greater regression.  However just as my cousin was about to withdraw his Glock pistol and fire, the Japanese Police intervened and told us not to use our guns. They arrested the owner who revealed the identities of all the people involved in the organised crime and had them all arrested.

An Indian person who was heading the operation, was caught when trying to flee from the Kyoto hotel. With an underworld coincidentally dismantled, I sent a message to my colleagues in India and gave them the information about the underworld, thus causing them to encounter the gangs and have the underworld activities down to mud pieces!

We were elated that another group was down and thus decided to thank the Japanese officers.

We were also thanked by the Rokurokubi, who thanked us for saving her from her dreaded criminal husband.

We decided to enjoy our remaining days in Kyoto by vacationing. What was originally a vacation was made into an INTERPOL operation with no documents though.

Little did we know that we were just in the middle of the assignment and more was yet to come in the futuristic country.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS. ANY RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO ANY CHARACTERS IN REAL LIFE LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY AND HAS NO INTENTION TO CURB TOURISM TO JAPAN NOR DOES IT HAVE AN INTENTION TO DEGRADE JAPANESE CULTURE.

It was yet again vacation time for me (sub inspector) and my cousin (the inspector) who were working for the Indian Police.

Since we had never taken much of international vacations, we decided to take a vacation to the futuristic country of Japan, and were ready to see all the luxuries that it offered. Japan has its fair share of good stuff. They live in the 30th century for sure. Despite the very low crime rates, what is super dangerous about Japan, especially for police officers like us working with UNPOL and INTERPOL is the dangerous underworld in Japan. They are super dangerous and involve in all types of international crime and they do the unexpected. Being police officers, they would not be a tough nut to crack but still it was important to not fully activate vacation mode.

The moment we landed in Japan, my cousin (the inspector) immediately emptied a vending machine (of course using my cash) full of chocolates and drinks and said that it is the cheapest way to prevent ourselves from going hungry.

We were at the vending machine, and suddenly saw a thief, who was trying to freeload by damaging the vending machine. I yelled at the thief and chased after him, thus nabbing him in the process, but not before sustaining a minor stab wound on the upper part of my wrist. My cousin ( the inspector) helped by holding the thief, while I tried to call the Nagasaki Police.

But before I could call, a police car immediately arrived, and a young set of officers thanked me for stopping the thief and also provided me first aid.

Japanese vending machines have provisions in which, the police will automatically be alerted if anyone attempts to vandalise the vending machines. Thus it was no coincidence that the police showed up.

I immediately struck a conversation with the officers and told that my cousin ( the inspector) and I were encounter specialists in the Indian Police and had also led international operations to apprehend organised crime participants.

We both immediately also showed all our paperwork and also our liscence, proving it to the officers that we were permitted by the embassy to carry our Glock 19 service pistols.

The officers just smiled and told us that it was not a huge problem, but to keep our guns safe, and also call them personally if it was necessary. We thanked them for their care and hospitality and also promised to help them with criminal cases either now or during the future.

We immediately bonded, despite our major age differences, and just headed to Nagasaki Prefecture for some recreation. When we went there, we saw a lot of police units and almost every police officer carried their M4 Carbine Assault Rifle with their Glock 19 Service Pistols. I asked them as to what is the reason behind it. Then, they told me it is because of the Kuchisake Onna, a spirit that haunts Japan.

My cousin ( the inspector) and I immediately got very creeped out and asked the Japanese officers about the Kuchisake Onna, the spirit that terrorises Japan. Kuchisake Onna is a female spirit in Japanese culture. When one is walking in an empty alleyway at night in Japan, a woman will appear suddenly with a mask and a trenchcoat. It will not be unusual as it is common Japanese attire. She will approach a victim and ask the question, “am I pretty”, if you say no, she will stab you with a pair of long scissors and kill you on the spot. If you say yes, then she will remove her mask and reveal her slit mouth and ask the same question. If you answer no, she will kill you, but if you say yes, then she will cut your mouth to make it look the same way she looks. The only way you can escape is to confuse her with another question or throw chocolates or money or flowers at her legs. She will bend down to pick it up while you can run away.

They lost their cool mood and said that the Kuchisake Onna is very common in the Nagasaki Prefecture. They told us never to hang out alone, and always stay in crowded places. They told that they were also willing to accompany us if needed, as it was the police duty to safeguard people from the spirit.

It was much scarier and we thought, we came here and it is spirits on this side and underworld dons on the other side, who may succeed? Who is more dangerous?

It was a very confusing situation for us, and we could not help but think as to how police could be so involved in the subject of a paranormal entity. But the situation was not very strange for us because, we too had encountered many spirits in our home country of India.

After having a feast of Japanese Tofu and many varieties of Mushrooms, we go to the hotel, and decided to retire for the day. That night, I felt uneasy and decided that we would take a walk inside our hotel. My cousin ( the inspector) suggested that we take a walk outside. He told that there is no problem about the Kuchisake Onna. We decided to carry our chocolates and our guns, to keep an extra safety and decided to take a walk. This is because, we can repel the spirit by bribing her with chocolates.

This moment was pretty terrible when we saw the most shocking sight of our life. As we walked across the cold dark streets, illuminated only by streetlights, we saw a woman walking all alone, she was wearing a trench coat and mask, and was approaching in our direction. My cousin (the inspector) and I knew very well that it was no woman, but the actual Kuchisake Onna herself.

We both were full on adrenaline and decided to withdraw our guns. We were prepared to shoot just as I simultaniously dialled our officer friends.
We knew that the Kuchisake Onna would approach us any time now and thus were wrapped in fear and anxiety.

In no time, our officer friends arrived in their police cars and came to us. They asked what happened, and we told them that we saw the Kuchisake Onna. They said that it was wrong on our part, and that we should have not ventured out on the streets at this hour of the night!

Nevertheless, we searched the small street, and thus saw something crazy. The Kuchisake Onna was nowhere to be seen and all we saw was a blood stained pair of long scissors. My officer friends immediately seized the pair of scissors and placed it in their evidence box. In the distance I could see a woman running away. I chased after her, asking my officer friends if I could shoot. They permitted me, and I shot two bullets at the woman, after which she fell to the ground.

Nervously, the four of us, Myself, My cousin (the inspector) and the Japanese police officers advanced towards the point and checked. But, there was absolutely nothing there, no blood, no corpse, nothing! There were just two bullets, from my Glock 19 pistol. What we also found was an injured man, with his mouth slit.

The four of us immediately rushed him top the hospital and when asked, as to who did it, he told us that it was the Kuchisake Onna who did it.

It was approximately 6:00 AM in the morning, but we never felt hungry or sleepy, thanks to our Adrenaline rush. We could not help but wonder ; Is this a joke? Is this a prank? Is it some underworld outfit trying to throw some rocks at us? Well, neither the Indian Police nor the Japanese police got any answers to these questions, and thus this case was closed.

No matter what it it was, the situation haunted my cousin (the inspector) and I to a severe level. Whatever that thing was, we were so close to being sent to our graves!

Well, that was only the beginning, stay tuned for some more chills and creeps to come from The Land Of the Rising Sun.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL HORROR STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO ANY CHARACTERS IN REAL LIFE, REAL OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL.

THIS STORY IS ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES AND HAS NO INTENTION TO PROMOTE VIOLENCE OR TO DISRESPECT JAPANESE CULTURE OR TOURISM TO JAPAN.