Kasim Pathania hurried along an isolated alley of Gurgaon, a pathway one would see everyday but dismiss as the sort of place where all the wrongly influenced people went to. In a manner of speaking, they were correct. Kasim thought to himself whether his own intentions had influenced him into taking unnecessary measures to achieve his goals. It was of course too late for that now, he had to carry on with his plan and his mission if he wanted to avoid being caught by the Temporal Displacement Prevention Association. There was no other alternative. He was so engrossed with the variables of his undertaking that he almost passed the warehouse he was supposed to enter. He took a moment to calm himself and organize his thoughts before stepping inside. The door slammed back into place by the whipping wind almost as soon as it was opened. He stood with his back to the sliding glass door, as his eyes provided the image of a small, long but dimly-lit corridor with those constantly blinking 5-watt bulb. At the end of it, a man stood 6 feet tall, with brod shoulders and a muscly physique. He wore a hoody and focused his steely grey gaze on the man who had just entered.
No words were exchanged between the two of them but they knew precisely what to do. They walked to the end of the corridor as the hooded man flicked a switch and watched the warehouse came to life, the rhythmic humming of a generator broke the eerie silence, accompanied by a blinding illumination of a dozen fluorescent tube lights. Their white light rays seem to be emphasized on the caged contraption connected to a Geiger-Muller Tube and half a dozen computers. The computers blinked open and electric discharges struck aimlessly at the bars of contraption. The two men allowed themselves a flicker of a smile before seating themselves in front of the computers closest to the contraption. 'Sir, are we sure that this has to be done without my father's supervision'? The hooded man's voice reverberating in the midst of all the beeping noises around them. Kasim noted to himself that Hari had a very polite and soft voice for a big man. But then again, he had only just turned 20. Despite his strength and experience, he was only a young man. 'We're not left with much of a choice Hari, your father faces very serious charges if he helps us in the final phase of our mission. We are already wanted men but your father will be hung for these infractions if he assists us. He was the one who created the Maxim of Temporal Un-Travel. We must proceed immediately.''
'I know sir, but his experience and knowledge of temporal infractions would be helpful at this time.'
'Cut the crap Hariharan, he's your Abba. I know you want him here to reassure you but we chose this path when we went against everything your father has worked for.'
'Right,sir' he responded in a dejected tone. It was well disguised but it was a something Kasim was all too familiar with.
'Call me Masa, Hari. You and I will be stuck together for a while so let's drop the professionalism, eh?'
'Yes sir, umm... Masa. Haanji Masaji.
Both men, now cleared of their emotions; faced their respective computer screens and began typing way.
'All ready on my end, Masa.'
'Same here, Hari'.
No words needed be exchanged then, the young man and the old willow had said all they had to. With a nod, Hari pushed the navy blue button present in front of his computer and the Geiger-Muller Tube hummed to life. It was Kasim's turn to follow suit, he weighed the impact of this moment with it's necessity and reached the same conclusion he always had. He pushed the button identical to the one Hari had, present on the contraption.
The warehouse errupted into all bands of visible as well as invisible spectrum, which could be seen for some reason. They didn't really have time to worry about that though, as they were sucked by some force through the titanium plated bars on the contraption and out of present existence. The warehouse was eerily silent just as quickly as it has burst to life and the two men were nowhere to be seen.
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