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Final Episode from Victor Paul's Audio Diary

So today will be my last audio diary entry, after I die, someone would of course find this hidden collection of mine, well it's not very much hidden and so there'll be little difficulty to find this property of mine. Well as I said, I'm waiting for death, a clarification here that I'm not committing suicide, as a person who has Extrasensory perception, it was just yesterday morning that I actually got the details regarding my death. As a very responsible police officer, I've done my duty well, this Extrasensory perception came as a blessing some years after I joined the force. Although I did neglect the first few visions as just random dreams, I began considering them seriously when I actually got tasked to investigate the murder of a young lady and her kid which I had foreseen. I couldn't bear the sight, although I saw it only in pictures taken by the former investigation team, I couldn't stand it. The case, well now, is still not done with trials, I hope it happens at least before my family remembers my 50th Death Anniversary. As I was saying, once I started considering my visions seriously, I've gotten into enough trouble, once I even had to barge into a conference conducted by the Prime Minister with uttermost secrecy, it is just because I had my uniform that I didn't get shot for trespassing. Well, I was suspended for two weeks, and it was reversed only when I provided a Doctor's Certificate to the Prime Minister confirming my Extrasensory perception and revealed that a certain participant in that meeting had laid a plot to kill PM the very day. Two other times too, I did save the PM from such plots, and somehow, the word leaked that I had this "Extra sense", now the PM is safe as the attempts are trained at me so as to clear the route for the whosoever gang who wants to kill the PM desperately. I tried to get it out of PM, but he says he remembers doing nothing wrong. Well he is neglecting the fact that some of right action are what triggered this plot against him now. So I think the picture is better clear now, I'm to be assassinated by a long beard guy who works for a cabinet minister. This very cabinet minister had brought along this beard guy for the first assassination attempt but then I can't prove it, the beard guy is a body-guard and will surely be armed and near his master always. The guy will be dropped off by a local hitman, their escape route is from my balcony, down the fat pipe-line and off through the shot-cut that gets into a main road in the outskirts of the city without being noticed by anyone. I'm a police officer, not just an ordinary one, one with special responsibilities which is never to be disclosed to anyone. When I got the vision, one thing I really noticed was the vehicle they'll use, a large bus on which were the writing, ARMY PUBLIC SCHOOL PUNE; what more do I need, I secretly installed spy-cams in every single bus even the ones that was dusty from not using and the punctured, the damaged, everyone of them had a spy-cam with an audio record. A total of 21 vehicles, my own car too, what if they just hijack it during escape, you never know. Further, spy-cams were installed in my balcony giving a fair-good view of the balcony space and the small lane below. I had not missed placing some at my front-door, all my rooms, the all possible exits and entrances; I'm my waiting for my prey, I'm waiting for them to run into the rattrap I had set them, the whole spy-cams, a total of a fair-good 45 of them are being live monitored by a close accomplice of mine and I am waiting to sacrifice my life for the man the public had chosen to hold rule over them.

I'm getting a little mix of many emotions, I've not told this to my wife, I've never held anything from her in the 15 year long matrimony. I'd proposed marriage to her when we both were just 23, I had just joined the force then, she knows to keep secrets unlike many other women, and so she knows all my secrets except for this very one. She might devastated to know that I had held it from her all the while. I'd have told her if she was the mother to my kids, she'd have children to bring then but not now. One of us is infertile, and that's me, she can have a better life if she would like to as I leave behind no baggage to burden her. She loves me so much, I also love her very much, we've had our ups and downs but it just tightened our bond; from the time she walked into my classroom letting her hair fly with the wind that came in through the window till today on my bed fast asleep she's the one woman who have enchanted me, she's a wonder. I cooked today, she tells me that I need improvement but no time for that now, I should've given all of it a try sometime earlier, blah. Well I guess it's time for me to wind up, nothing more to say but yea I hope the video footage will serve as a solid proof to punish the ungodly and save the nation. That's all; VP."

Two weeks later....

The beard guy walks into his basement room, it's been his hideout for some time now, but he freeze in his tracks, before his eye was a pistol, fully loaded and ready to take the shot; pistols never surprised him, and so what surprised him now was the person who was holding it, Victor. Clearly he remembers shooting Victor thrice at three different and crucial points, he had seen Victor fall to the ground, blood-dripping and letting out a small cry, the next day he did see the police confirming death and the burial taking place with the camera zooming on Victor's bruised face, he did see Victor's wife wailing and crying aloud, he felt the very moment was a nightmare but say he just wished it was a nightmare because it was not. The gun lowered, still steady to shoot, the pistol steadied again near the lower rib, this time no thinking, it fired....BANG.

The beard guy was on the ground, blood was pouring from the wound, he was howling in pain. Victor bend down, stroked the gun on the guy's face, sending shiver's down the guy's spine. When the howling stopped, Victor began to speak,

"Mr. Hitman, surprised aren't you, well I was keeping a surprise for everyone, you nearly ruined my plan wen you made a change of plan about your hideout but still it didn't matter because I had got all that I wanted, your BOSS is now in the Intelligence Wing's confidential custody, he and his other troop members will get their share of excitement soon, I thought why not start with you. As you bleed to death, you might have a lot of questions doing rounds in your head, I've informed GOD to brief you if you are headed to heaven or don't worry, a fax is send to hell too. I'm talking too much, making you wait, I'm sorry....Happy Journey."

Two more shots, BANG BANG, both bullets making their way into the beard guy's skull, make fatal impressions as it went, then finally the guy died, and all of this happened in just a couple of seconds. Victor wiped the blood on the pistol against the guy's pants and stood up; he then took out some little kerosene that he had stored in his small hand flask, after pouring it on the corpse, he ignited it as he walked out of the man's hideout.