They Finally Meet

After a bit of searching on the Internet, Ishar found out that Rathore was currently back at his company, in a camp (guess where) in Kerala. 

Obviously, in the next 20 minutes, Naren and Ishar were already on a flight back there, waiting to pounce on Rathore with questions. They didn't take any soldiers, of course, it would be too suspicious…and media pressure was the last thing they needed.

In fact, they did not even try to hide their true identities when they reached his business office, a large building which was really cool (even though they won't admit it). Ishar and Naren fearlessly showed the search warrant to the front guards, who blinked stupidly before letting them enter.

They were inside the enterprise within a minute.

Every single wall was covered in different photos of missiles, helicopters, trucks and weapons, hosted by a gold frame. Some models of bombs were scattered across the room. 

Ishar looked around for a minute and then spotted a polished wooden door, with a golden nameplate, which read, Dev Rathore: CEO. He signaled Naren as well.

Without even wasting time for the receptionist to alert Rathore (they already had a very bad experience before), they walked fiercely towards the door, ready to yank it open, when two burly bodyguards stood before them and held out their hands.

"Sorry officers. Only one of you will be allowed to enter."

Ishar, who was fed up with the bodyguard nonsense, was ready to shove the search warrant into his face, when Naren beat him to it.

"We have a search warrant with us. Everything is official. Please cooperate and no harm will come to you."

However, the bodyguards didn't seem to budge. One of them turned and asked the man sitting inside the room something. After a few minutes, he opened the door and said to them, "You can go inside then, officers."

Ishar and Naren nodded, and stepped inside the room. The foremost noticeable thing was the sheer darkness. The wall hosted dark colors of black and gray, with extravagant golden linings and intricate designs. The air conditioner made everything feel a hundred times colder, as if they had just stepped into a dark, and hilly cave.

The man sitting in the middle of the room, behind a desk, looked up and stared at them. So this was the man that was behind the crazy ideal of mass genocide.

Dev Rathore.

He was a young man, a bit older than Ishar, but he didn't look like someone who pioneered to wipe off the planet. Sure, he did look wicked enough to commit scams and illegal activities, but in the end, Ishar had learnt an important lesson. Never judge a book by its cover. Even innocent faces speak harsh words.

"Good morning officers." He spoke standing up and holding his hands in mock surrender, "How may I help you today?" 

Ishar noticed the disguised tone of smugness in his voice. Naren seemed to notice it as well.

"Give it up, Dev Rathore. We know about your disgusting plan. All the illegal activities, scams, corruption. Have you got no shame?"