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In the documents room, Jagajeet listened to Ravi's screams and lamented the apparent loss of a friend. Jagajeet thought about how he would miss him and was almost greatful that Ravi had left something to remember him by, however stinky. Although he had never heard Ravi scream in agony, the sound was similar to his laugh: like a poorly tuned violin being played by a man with angry wasps in his underclothes. Jagajeet had been trying for awhile to gather up his courage and do what he had to do to survive. He tossed the butt of the cigarette over the cabinet, grit his teeth and struggled to shut his mind off the overpowering fear. Now the screams of Ravi urged him even more to do it. Finally he got up, caressing the flamethrower gun trusting in its power, determined to carry out his mission: he would walk up to the light switch next to the door, shut it off and go back to hiding.
On the front lawn of the Palace, Prince the guard doberman was still waiting for someone to finish up his shampooing. No amount of shaking seemed to get off the suds dripping down his legs and off his long black snout. Oh how long would he have to wait? He always loved to run around filled with glee after the washing was finished to celebrate his return to freedom. The first thing he was going to do today after his release was to take a dump and then jump up on that weak guard with the messy hair and thick glasses. The smell of his fear was a wonderful stress relief. Aaaaah.. how long before he could breath in that sweet smell? He strained on his thin chain leash yearning to go... wait... what was all that coming? Big metal vehicles were speeding towards the palace. He strained even harder, testing the limits of the chain, barking at the oncoming column of tanks, armored personnel carriers and ambulances. He knew the guards didn't like him barking at vehicles cause it made them yell at him, but they had left him here tied to a post and covered in soap. They were the ones who were bad, not him.
Muktar knew that lying on the floor was probably not such a good idea with Kuukburi so close. So he dragged himself into a crouch position and thought about how to make it to Varun's position behind the refridgeration unit - the last redoubt. Just as Muktar peeked over the counter to plot his route, Varun came up out of hiding with a face full of fury and his gun blazing away at the enemy. Maybe it was instinct or even the protective hand of the Hindu war god Skanda that made Muktar take out his contact and toss it into the the area between Varun and the commandos.
One of the rounds connected with the concave side of the contact and the extreme velocity of it stretched the contact into a snug fit over the nose of the bullet. After several usual dings there came the sound of metal punching metal and both Kuukburi and his fellow commando behind him staggered and dropped to the floor. Kuukburi managed to remain in a kneeling position for a moment before falling while his partner went right down after having been struck in a vital spot.
The contact-enhanced bullet continued on, easily plowing throught the thin wooden walls of the palace interior. The strength of this combination cannot be overrated; for example, to compare it to the army's prized depleted uranium AP rounds is like comparing it to a lump of rapidly melting butter. Jagajeet was halfway to the light switch when the hose looping out the back of the fuel tank on his back was tagged by this finely combined unit splashing gas onto the still burning embers in the end of the discarded cigarette butt on the floor. The resulting inferno prompted Jagajeet to perform a short but lively dance to fire god Agni Dev.
That done, the rampaging round blasted it's way on a slight angle across the first floor finally making it into the room just to the side of the front entrance. In that room were many statues honoring the Hindu gods including Skanda who seemed to have helped out Muktar and Agni Dev who was worshipped by Jagajeet just before. Ganesha the elephant headed god was the lucky one to be struck by the bullet on the bottom side of his outstretched trunk. The resulting ricochet put the bullet into a end-over-end spin angling downwards smashing through the front palace window and heading towards the unsuspecting Prince the doberman who was busy barking away at the approaching army column. Almost out of power, the bullet just barely managed to break the chain before flopping onto the grass spent, thanks to Prince holding the chain so tight.
Prince had no idea that his liberation would come so suddenly. The lack of restraint coupled with him pulling full strength sent him bolting infront of the lead tank - a 59 ton monster called Arjun. The driver of the tank didn't even know it when he squashed the dog thin enough to make a piece of tissue paper jealous.
Back in the war-torn kitchen, both Muktar and Varun sank to the floor in exhaustion as their adrenaline eased off. It seemed only a moment before they heard the sounds of dozens of people approaching.
BABOOM!! The first soldier into the room was blown apart and for a few more minutes a savage gunfight went on while Muktar just lay on the floor safe behind the storage block. Kuukburi, badly wounded by Muktar's contact, remained a fearsome warrior to his last breath and left the hallway outside the front of the kitchen strewn with dead and wounded Indian soldiers. Once Kuukburi was finally dispatched by the Indian troops, medics carried out Muktar, Varun, Vajpayee and Ravi on stretchers. It had been a hard battle and would yet bring Pakistan and India to the brink of war again.
Indian troops stand watch beside the Arjun tank which ran over Prince on the road infront of the palace.
Two weeks later...
The house where Muktar lived in was in turmoil. Sixteen people all argued over which show to watch on T.V. It was the usual argument between a soap opera, cartoons, a noisy comedy, news, music video channel, sports, Deebok Chapra and the wise teachings of Guru Nak Nak. They never actually came to blows over it but there were times when platefuls of hot curry were 'exchanged' in a messy fashion or glasses of mango juice doused over opponents who refused to give up the remote control.
But tonight no food would be wasted. All the bickering came to a halt when Muktar's unusually happy face, enhanced by a stylish hairdo and trendy fashion, appeared on the T.V. during commercials. He was holding up a small comically green box and had an overpowering smile on his face.
"With tensions between India and Pakistan on the rise, we are proud to present Gamma BooBoo contacts. The latest in our line of totally indestructible contacts, this addition is guaranteed to be invulnerable to nuclear explosions. You never know when Pakistan will drop the bomb, so get your Gamma BooBoo's and protect your eyes!"
Aftermath
The battle in the palace rocketed Muktar to fame. He quit his job as palace guard after turning down positions offered in BlackCat special ops, the interrogation department and even an counter-assassination mission on Musharraf. Pakistan of course rejected any association with the attack saying it had been 100% an Al Quaeda operation all along, but further interrogation of Ali-Hamaz, the only surviving commando, who was proven to be of Pakistan origin, revealed otherwise.
Muktar, a regular at Club Mars, became friends with Ballrash and his henchmen and even managed to get them hired as the new palace guards. Ballrash made a fearsome new guard team leader who would never hide from an enemy.
Vajpayee, who suffered fairly serious internal injuries when his vest barely blocked the rounds fired by Muktar, never said a word about who really shot him. Had he confessed, Muktar would have been tried for both treason and conspiring to assassinate the president. Varun, likewise, stated that he had been shot in the foot by the enemy. Although, Varun and Muktar were both credited with the miraculous defense, it was widely perceived that Muktar was the main reason for the victory. Varun in his usual selfless manner did little to dispute this and even stated on CNN that Muktar had orchestrated the unlikely victory himself.
The manufacturer of BooBoo contacts reached the Fortune 500 and was flooded with orders from all over the world including special force army units wanting to mimick Muktar. Those hardcore soldiers who wanted to kick some major a$$, even styled their hair in the same messy bird's nest way that their hero had done before he went into show biz. Muktar established himself as the international mass media image of BooBoo and later became a gun toting, muscle bound action movie star and best friends of Schwarzenegger and Stallone.
The End
On the front lawn of the Palace, Prince the guard doberman was still waiting for someone to finish up his shampooing. No amount of shaking seemed to get off the suds dripping down his legs and off his long black snout. Oh how long would he have to wait? He always loved to run around filled with glee after the washing was finished to celebrate his return to freedom. The first thing he was going to do today after his release was to take a dump and then jump up on that weak guard with the messy hair and thick glasses. The smell of his fear was a wonderful stress relief. Aaaaah.. how long before he could breath in that sweet smell? He strained on his thin chain leash yearning to go... wait... what was all that coming? Big metal vehicles were speeding towards the palace. He strained even harder, testing the limits of the chain, barking at the oncoming column of tanks, armored personnel carriers and ambulances. He knew the guards didn't like him barking at vehicles cause it made them yell at him, but they had left him here tied to a post and covered in soap. They were the ones who were bad, not him.
Muktar knew that lying on the floor was probably not such a good idea with Kuukburi so close. So he dragged himself into a crouch position and thought about how to make it to Varun's position behind the refridgeration unit - the last redoubt. Just as Muktar peeked over the counter to plot his route, Varun came up out of hiding with a face full of fury and his gun blazing away at the enemy. Maybe it was instinct or even the protective hand of the Hindu war god Skanda that made Muktar take out his contact and toss it into the the area between Varun and the commandos.
One of the rounds connected with the concave side of the contact and the extreme velocity of it stretched the contact into a snug fit over the nose of the bullet. After several usual dings there came the sound of metal punching metal and both Kuukburi and his fellow commando behind him staggered and dropped to the floor. Kuukburi managed to remain in a kneeling position for a moment before falling while his partner went right down after having been struck in a vital spot.
The contact-enhanced bullet continued on, easily plowing throught the thin wooden walls of the palace interior. The strength of this combination cannot be overrated; for example, to compare it to the army's prized depleted uranium AP rounds is like comparing it to a lump of rapidly melting butter. Jagajeet was halfway to the light switch when the hose looping out the back of the fuel tank on his back was tagged by this finely combined unit splashing gas onto the still burning embers in the end of the discarded cigarette butt on the floor. The resulting inferno prompted Jagajeet to perform a short but lively dance to fire god Agni Dev.
That done, the rampaging round blasted it's way on a slight angle across the first floor finally making it into the room just to the side of the front entrance. In that room were many statues honoring the Hindu gods including Skanda who seemed to have helped out Muktar and Agni Dev who was worshipped by Jagajeet just before. Ganesha the elephant headed god was the lucky one to be struck by the bullet on the bottom side of his outstretched trunk. The resulting ricochet put the bullet into a end-over-end spin angling downwards smashing through the front palace window and heading towards the unsuspecting Prince the doberman who was busy barking away at the approaching army column. Almost out of power, the bullet just barely managed to break the chain before flopping onto the grass spent, thanks to Prince holding the chain so tight.
Prince had no idea that his liberation would come so suddenly. The lack of restraint coupled with him pulling full strength sent him bolting infront of the lead tank - a 59 ton monster called Arjun. The driver of the tank didn't even know it when he squashed the dog thin enough to make a piece of tissue paper jealous.
Back in the war-torn kitchen, both Muktar and Varun sank to the floor in exhaustion as their adrenaline eased off. It seemed only a moment before they heard the sounds of dozens of people approaching.
BABOOM!! The first soldier into the room was blown apart and for a few more minutes a savage gunfight went on while Muktar just lay on the floor safe behind the storage block. Kuukburi, badly wounded by Muktar's contact, remained a fearsome warrior to his last breath and left the hallway outside the front of the kitchen strewn with dead and wounded Indian soldiers. Once Kuukburi was finally dispatched by the Indian troops, medics carried out Muktar, Varun, Vajpayee and Ravi on stretchers. It had been a hard battle and would yet bring Pakistan and India to the brink of war again.
Indian troops stand watch beside the Arjun tank which ran over Prince on the road infront of the palace.
Two weeks later...
The house where Muktar lived in was in turmoil. Sixteen people all argued over which show to watch on T.V. It was the usual argument between a soap opera, cartoons, a noisy comedy, news, music video channel, sports, Deebok Chapra and the wise teachings of Guru Nak Nak. They never actually came to blows over it but there were times when platefuls of hot curry were 'exchanged' in a messy fashion or glasses of mango juice doused over opponents who refused to give up the remote control.
But tonight no food would be wasted. All the bickering came to a halt when Muktar's unusually happy face, enhanced by a stylish hairdo and trendy fashion, appeared on the T.V. during commercials. He was holding up a small comically green box and had an overpowering smile on his face.
"With tensions between India and Pakistan on the rise, we are proud to present Gamma BooBoo contacts. The latest in our line of totally indestructible contacts, this addition is guaranteed to be invulnerable to nuclear explosions. You never know when Pakistan will drop the bomb, so get your Gamma BooBoo's and protect your eyes!"
Aftermath
The battle in the palace rocketed Muktar to fame. He quit his job as palace guard after turning down positions offered in BlackCat special ops, the interrogation department and even an counter-assassination mission on Musharraf. Pakistan of course rejected any association with the attack saying it had been 100% an Al Quaeda operation all along, but further interrogation of Ali-Hamaz, the only surviving commando, who was proven to be of Pakistan origin, revealed otherwise.
Muktar, a regular at Club Mars, became friends with Ballrash and his henchmen and even managed to get them hired as the new palace guards. Ballrash made a fearsome new guard team leader who would never hide from an enemy.
Vajpayee, who suffered fairly serious internal injuries when his vest barely blocked the rounds fired by Muktar, never said a word about who really shot him. Had he confessed, Muktar would have been tried for both treason and conspiring to assassinate the president. Varun, likewise, stated that he had been shot in the foot by the enemy. Although, Varun and Muktar were both credited with the miraculous defense, it was widely perceived that Muktar was the main reason for the victory. Varun in his usual selfless manner did little to dispute this and even stated on CNN that Muktar had orchestrated the unlikely victory himself.
The manufacturer of BooBoo contacts reached the Fortune 500 and was flooded with orders from all over the world including special force army units wanting to mimick Muktar. Those hardcore soldiers who wanted to kick some major a$$, even styled their hair in the same messy bird's nest way that their hero had done before he went into show biz. Muktar established himself as the international mass media image of BooBoo and later became a gun toting, muscle bound action movie star and best friends of Schwarzenegger and Stallone.
The End
And a happy ending. 
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