Capital Punishment

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The story is about nexus between the legal and the illegal and how little efforts are being put to stop the illegal and unpredictable…trouble with power is the illusion of control…
Needless to say this story is pure imaginary with no resemblance to anyone dead or alive, though have to mention has been inspired a lot by the stories and documentaries on US efforts to control Drug Trafficking across international borders…
Last but not the least, it is all about how at the end of the day, how grandeur of power gives the powerful an illusion of immortality and how corruption breeds chaos and chaos is all about never being in control ….Power is the biggest corruption…
PS: Those averse to taboo and extreme, please skip, this will not be up to your liking. Also like to point out this is not a sex only from start to end type of story, more like THE MAZE SCANDAL, where sex is as important as the plot but it is not all wham, bham thank-you mam. Those averse to incest, gang-bang, water-sports (golden shower), old-young please find another story, there are plenty of good one’s in this Dtstories.Thank You…
Introduction
Dona stood in front of the huge board. Many pictures were pinned on the green board, red twine connected the images. Many of it were just playing cards, including the top most one, there were no pictures of the people, no known records, just a name famous in the street. Way on top was that of a joker, the name Varese, a name that was most commonly used in the street. Drugs were named V1, V2 and went all the way to V12. The higher the number the costlier the drug, the latest was named I-Two often called the most costliest drug available on street in India. It was the purest form ever found, samples sent to test to FBI corroborated the same, the origin unknown.Definitely not Mexico or Colombia, reply came from FBI.
Dona looked at the hierarchy, six were known, no pictures again, just playing cards. There could be more or less, no one knew. The first image was on the fourth layer, a local man, one who stood for local MLA once, a clear picture of a young man, who had the typical rags to riches story. The name J’ DC a.k.a Jose DeCruz written with green sketch. The image was the latest taken only few weeks back. Three more names were written under it, including pictures. The two men and one woman who was most constantly seen along with J’ DC, his only known contacts.
It was still a rumor that DC was connected to the name known as Varese, the only evidence was a raid conducted in an abandoned car which was registered in his name. The quality of drugs found in a hidden compartment under the car was same as one of the versions sold as V. It was the only connection, would it qualify as an evidence in court, no it would not. Could it be enough to bring in DC to the prison, no it was not?
Yet given the amount of drugs seized and the way it was hidden, it was enough to qualify DC as a suspect.
Dona undid the top button of her uniform, it was the hottest day recorded in many years and despite the old air conditioner chugged whole day, she still felt the heat. The senior cop who had recently been moved to the new role to head the Special Task Force (STF) to battle the drug menace in the city.
The origin of Special Task was an even more interesting story.
Not long ago, while the national politics was shaping up, down south in the menace of drugs had taken deeper roots. Made available at throw away rates to begin with, it took less than a year for the prizes to go up twenty fold, from basic intel it was only half of what they knew. How big the mafia, was how big the drug trafficking was, no one knew? It was only sum of rumors that police had. On the very same day as the Prime Minister of the country visited to address the biggest software firm in the country, three men were gunned down few miles south of the secure zone the PM had been.
It was the blatant disregard for law of the land which stood out. the whole city was being watched and cordoned off and there not far from where the most powerful man stood and addressed a crowd of IT people, three men were executed, bullet to the back of the head, in broad daylight.For many reasons the death of three unknown men made news than the visit of the PM. Papers and websites carried it, describing in details.
It was a gunshot that was heard around the country, made fun of in twitter and Facebook. The country finally took notice of a powerhouse that could challenge the most powerful man in the country, the man who came into power riding the victorious horse of stability and future.Late that evening, just hours before the PM left for the capital, he had a small meeting with a select few people. A potbellied man from IB, India’s internal intelligence agency, another was the head of police, the chief minister of the state, the National Security Advisor and a lady police officer Dona.
The Prime Minister looked into the eyes of the CM who had vehemently protested, that this was not a national issue and it was a state issue, all he said was one thing.
“You did not even know it was happening right under your nose, I can let you handle it, but I will unleash my men to look into the finance of these operations, if I come to know that any of your guys were involved, trust me, I will not care about politics, I will have you arrested and put behind bars for the rest of your miserable fucked up life” the PM did not bother about words. It had been months since the intelligence was leaked to the state government, no one acted then, it was late and he had to move or see it get much worse.
The Chief Minister of the state shut up, from then on he and the DG of Police was just mute spectators. It was the head of IB who suggested Dona head a special task force, much to the chagrin of the head of police and his boss the chief minister, aided by handful of people from various central and stage agencies, specially trained for urban warfare. Built in lines of Force One, the elite force made after 26/11 Mumbai attacks to protect the city. Only this had less people, no name and above all this had only one mission.
Capture and Kill one gang of men lead by a man IB called Varese.The PM looked at one more time, still not confident if she was cut out for the job, he looked at the IB man, who understood the PM’s apprehension.
“Let me walk with you?” the IB man said.
The PM shook hands with Dona and then the CM and DG and left the meeting room, it was his way of snubbing the CM and his Police for not acting on time and embarrassing the highest office of the country in broad daylight. The SPG encircled the PM as he walked out of the official room into the waiting car. The IB man followed the PM into the car.
“Why her?” the PM asked, “I am not convinced?”“She is the best in the force, not a single case of corruption and one who does not give a shit about authority or politicians. I believe the CM got pissed cause she was there and he would rather have someone who reports to him and not us” the IB man was careful to use the word us, it was indirectly telling the PM that he too want to get involved in it and if it was going to be successful, he too need to have a role in this.
The PM shook his head.“How would you have it done?” the PM asked.