CHAPTER 17 Tables turn Mr. Wain

'I see.' Eyes roll on to the police car. 'So it was a higher model of Bugatti now I get it how they were able to catch up my speed.' The man's eyes averted back to the leading officer. "What did he say 'A Volkswagen Trick'." Few drops of sweat on his head were clearly revealing the level of consternation which he has "So he knows it was a trick, but then why he let go other officers to check the car." His perplexed eyes were trying to focussing hard on Wain "I have to be careful with this guy." He then gave a ecstatic beam of smile to the leading officer.

"Yup I agree. I never gave up and always came up with new tricks, never allow myself to get caught, although I want to tell you." Throwing a bold gaze of appreciation to him "You are smarter than I assume."

"I am besides thanks for the praise." Leering at the man, the eyes have same disgust. "So now why suddenly want to give up?"

"You see frankly I don't want to but the situation is completely opposing me." He is observing the other officers who were yet not look convinced.

"I know you still have doubts as you are cops, doubting an individual is in your veins I can understand, but think again three armed officers in front of a single man who have no equipment to counter furthermore the distance of us is very close. Too close that its easy to shoot when I even attempt a run. That's the condition in which I am now. And its practically impossible to escape. Its better to surrender than welcoming your own death." Sigh a breathe of relief he gaze around. "What do you think about it I make a good decision or a bad one?" Red beard man's face dazed on to the middle standing officer.

Wain was gawking at the man. Who perhaps stance in front of them begging to surrender. It was something which Wain never imagined can ever happen but it was happening further more he was questioning them whether he made a good decision or bad. This gave him an hint that maybe 'he was foolish or he try to act foolish.'

'I see so he is ready to surrender and even asking our opinion on whether he has to surrender or run.' Wain smirk in satisfaction. It was a smirk of precious joy. "Alright then if you really want to surrender than." He take off his hands from the half pulled trigger, face was showing interest in this proposal of surrender which red beard man make. Though he has his MP5 pointed on him . "I won't shoot nor do the others." He leer on to the two officers. Though the two have their own state of dubiety. They then ogling at each other.

For few moments they continues to eyeballed each other.

Right one took off his eyes from the left one "If you say so sir." Averted back to Wain. Loosen his grip to the dashing black colored M5 SMG.

Witnessing this other one slackened his clasp.

On the other side Azhar the man who have his hands raised up, is watching the officers.

Both were ogling at their senior were waiting for next order.

Wain turn on to the left "Ryan go on." Stroll on towards the left standing officer. "Bring him here." Took off handcuffs from his belt hand extend it towards him.

"Are you sure sir?" The man seems astonished. "You want me to do this." Puzzled eyes fixated on him.

"Yes." Wain's charming face gallant, and is leering at Ryan. His eyes have igniting spark of credence.

'He is showing so much confidence in me. Even his eyes have immense faith.' He tighten his fist. Is extending his left hand 'Well in that case I promise without any shambles I shall bring him to you.' He grasp the handcuffs, holding down it from the upright position. Sparkling eyes continuously leering at it.

"I will sir." Redirected back to Wain. The face is eminent and bold full of confidence.

Wain smirked, nodding his head twice in acception "Go on and arrest him." Loud voice echoed in air.

Ryan turn on to the surrendering red beard man. Who's face reveal the amount of worry he has.

His face was almost pale, eyes seems dull. However face still was offering smile to the three.

The smile itself looks like a forced one. Ryan is ambling on towards him, his foot was tapping on the sandy area. The sand looks dry much like a beach or desert. His footsteps were reaching closer and closer, time by time.

"Alright looks like your little chase ends here." The man grab his right hand.

Azhar won't did anything, he let him handcuffed his left hand, but when he was about to handcuff the second one. In a flash he flitted the right one away, flitch the gun from Ryan. Before the man could understand a single thing the man pointed it on his head. Before he could move his feet the man immediately neckband him from his handcuffed hand in such a way that he stands behind, having his left hand holding the man's neck. Struggling man was in front of them.

Wain was totally baffled its something which is far beyond his calculation, he throws a heated glare to the man. The man who once take down his pointing gun now pick off again and aiming right on the red beard's head. "I don't expect you did something like this."

"Surprised didn't you." Rolling gun in his right hand. "To be honest I never expect you fell for this one."

'Damn you. I have to know it before, after all why a hellish guy like you ever ready to surrender despite of knowing what is going to happen.' Clasped teeth were hold tight, the man's eyebrows were furrow having a clear visible lines of rage on his forehead. "Leave him Mahmood otherwise we will wrench you a part." Cried he. The voice shake Mahmood to the core.

"Hmhuh." He glees. The man was scrutinizing on two. Especially on the Wain because he is the major obstacle who is capable of bringing him down. "I am afraid I can't."  

"Then we will kill you." Ogled at the right soldier. "Come on Melvin." That heating gaze was enough to provoke Melvin rage.

"Roger that." Melvin replied in a low voice although have his trigger gripped tight and was struggling to find his aim.

Although because there's no part open on which he can shoot. Ryan is not a rangy man. He is a man having quite much of flesh in him. Though Azhar was a broad fellow but the size of him and Ryan was almost same having negligible difference. However Azhar was Frankly somewhat taller than the fellow. So the most of the part of his body was already covered by Ryan body. Exposing only a glimpse of shoulders. Which is defiantly risky to shoot if they can attempt it might hurt Ryan. Face was clearly open the only thing which they can conveniently shoot without any hesitation or worry of hurting their friend.

But that too wasn't easy as per the situation Azhar has his gun pointed on the Ryan's left forehead.

"Can we shoot sir." Holding down the reloading slot from the bottom. Right hand was stick down on to the switch. He then leer back to his senior.

Wain's eyes were howling on Azhar. His SMG have the straight aim of his head. "Azhar your head is the target of this gun. And if I pull down the trigger this bullets will make your head blood soaked and I promise I won't stop until I emptied down the whole series of bullet in your head." Azhar gulped his throat, on the other side Wain was full of rage. "Leave him and I promise we won't."

The man was completely terrorized, his whole body was filled with perspire. He never expect something like this would ever happen. But though he still won't lose courage as he has one of their officer in grasp. This thought is enough to let him believe that he can escape.