To Tell A Tale # (11)

life on the run

Mister Puri sprinted across the street and look over his shoulders left and right and suddenly stopped, checked his surrounding and took a much needed shelter under the bridge and caught his breath. He reached int his pocket and grabbed a food pill and popped it in his mouth and chewed it to crumbs before swallowing it.

"Those guys were tough to sneak through but Gandhi had to be stopped."
An eerie glee filled his face as he spoke in a device he held in his hand.
"And the gun?" a deep voice echoed out of the device.
"Godse has it, as planned. I think a photographer is following I have to get away quickly. over."
"good luck, over."

He produces a strange looking device from his side bag and quickly presses some buttons and disappears into thin air.