(*Guys I am setting the story up so please don't be angry at me if it is slow for now, the MC will only show up in a few chapters...*)
The morning sun beamed down from the heavens and the reflection from the mirror almost blinded Officer Menon, as he drove down Presidential Street and arrived in front of the gates of the Parliament building in New Delhi. The poorly serviced jeep shuddered to a halt in front of the gates and his footsteps mulled into the afternoon sound of the jostling city of Delhi.
The inside of the building was humid and the sweat hung onto Menon's khaki uniform, and the hall sat stiff as he walked in and took his place on the right side of the DSP, (Deputy Superintendent of Police) Srinu's side. The atmosphere was tense as the pm sat down. Prime Minister Subhash Chaudhary, the ruthless and distinguished leader of India. The council hushed and the pm began the meeting.
"The Al Kalam gang has taken over the docks, we have no way of ensuring the safety of our country, we know the ringleaders, Madhuri Raj and Muthuvel, why can't we arrest them, am I paying you police officers for nothing, Menon you led the force's special squad for so long, what do you have to say?!"
Menon tensed while looking at the prime minister and then sighed, allowing the atmosphere to calm before speaking, his reassuring voice filling the domed council hall and resonating soundly throughout the ears of the members.
"PM, we almost nabbed them over three times in the last year, but they almost always escape without a trace, we have no idea how to contain them, but rest assured, we will get them!"
The PM scrunched his face like a pitbull and clunked into his chair melodramatically, the chair squealing as it was defiled by the plump man.
"Menon, how many times will you embarrass yourself in front of us again?"
The meeting like the last four this year was adjourned and the many attendees dispersed, once again without a solution, the weight of the responsibility and the unspoken ultimatum that the prime minister had laid down, weighed Menon down and he found himself with a few of his fellow cops, the ones he had trained, all together in a bar.
"Sir there is one way to nab one of them...."
The drink had affected all of them pretty badly but Menon's subordinate, Chandra spoke up in respect of the officer who trained him, a way to get his reputation back, hopefully.
"Sir, that Muthuvel, he has a friend, Yethi."
Menon clinked his drink on the table, looked up doggedly, and shook his head once or twice before beckoning him to speak on...
"Sir..." the man groaned as he continued. "Sir that Yethi, he has a female friend he likes visiting."
Menon stood up from his chair and walked up to his subordinate swaying with the after-effects of the drink, "When did you find this out, Chandra!?"
"Just the other day sir, but we only just got ahold of the female, we convinced her to rat!"
Menon fell back onto the chair and leaned back over the headrest before picking up his phone, a burner phone. The number he dialed was the PM's and after a single ring, it was answered.
"What do you want Menon?"
"I think we've got him, sir."
THE NEXT DAY: 8:30 PM Outside of Maharani Brothel...
The birds chirped and the wind howled against the window of the usually burning hot brothel walls. Four men sat surrounding a gas stove positioned on the floor, there were sounds of lewd origins ringing out in the halls of the building and demons lurked where shadows concealed evil.
Menon watched the stove in front of him, filled to the brim with chicken curry for the hungry "customers" after their sessions. The air held a certain uncertainty to it and hung over the four undercover officers with a deadly countenance.
"Oi Chandra, are we sure she won't just tip the guy off?"
"Im fairly certain sir..."
Menon sighed and pulled the ragged blanket around him closer as the air grew staler. Soon a bell rang and the door opened, once again revealing the sounds of the city, soothing the officer's nerves before they realised that there was only one person it could be.
Menon bent over the stove and added some kind of spice to the curry and the other officers pretended to cut and separate ingredients for the curry, and the man in question, Yethi, walked by oblivious to the fact that he was being watched.
The sounds of his excited footsteps faded into the night and the officers threw off their blankets, the cold air biting at them, the grey walls of the dimly lit room vanished as they set off on his trail to the room where they'd corner him. Menon clicked his holster open and pulled out a standard-issue, Indian Police revolver, and made his way to the room, leading the pack of officers.
The door was slightly ajar when Menon arrived outside, he shifted to the right of the large blue wall where a window was, with bars. Menon peeked through the bars and found yethi approaching the girl.
He was within touching distance of her, pulling her into her grasp and clasping her tight, his lips at her neck and back, hands finding forbidden lands. The silence was shattered by a gunshot.