Epilogue - Chaos

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I was summoned.

The polycarbonate glass gate behind me, trailed to its closure while I retrieved my items from the fingerprint-registered Secured Deposits Box. "Willkommen," as the little screen lit up, on buckling the Glashutte Militia around my wrist, his stern voice called me up from the private conference hall behind, "<<Sieben tage, nicht mehr !>>"

I turned back and nodded positively, "One week, no more," squashing seven days into a week ! Timelines were of profound importance, else deadlines could have caused an uncontrollable turn of events.

A four wheeled Pagerbot of rank-3 came scrolling through the corridor in search of me, "You have a phone call, Sir."

Berlin is now a fort-city. As its airspace is restricted, so is any personal telecommunication within the premises of headquarter, which thus streamlines all calls through the Common Secured Route handled by in-house call centre.

"<<Kabinett nummer 5C>>," the usher showed the way in. Intersecting at row-5 and column-C, fenced by soundproof walls on four sides, there awaited my most caring partner on a video call.

"Couldn't wait to see you," I started.

"It's all showing up in the DW Hot News. Your floater was skyjacked," a natural worry shivered her mellifluent voice, "Are you okay ?"

"Yes, honey. I'm fine except for a bruise on my elbow," I recalled the stunt I performed in floater.

"When are you coming home ?"

"My work is done here. I'll be there in sometime," I calmed her down and talked a bit more before hanging up the call.

Outside, I stared above at the repeatedly broadcasted silent international news bulletin, mounted by wall of the corridor end, so as to confirm the extent of information that had been shared with public media. "We have achieved a Triumph Over Genocide ...," boasted the Indian PM, "... thankful to the long-lasting political support of the Tripartite Nations since the Independence. ..."

'I remember it clearly now, or so do I think. The seeds were sown amidst the chaos of World War II,' I reminded myself, 'when the eminent freedom fighter, Bose met Fuhrer in early 1940s, seeking to arrange for a submarine setting off for Japan's alliance and later established a Free India Centre radio station in Berlin - all such labours relentlessly worked out, only to dethrone the contemporary racist dominion of the Britishers over India.'

'The time has come to reap the benefits of what has grown,' I peeked at the time by my watch only to realize a long wait for the reserved interstate skyrail.

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