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Feb-17-2009 15:51

((First of all, thousand apologies for not showing up for so long due to busy schedule. Secondly, I have already written the things I am going to post in the MS Word. And thirdly, I am also in the game as Yousuf Ahmad.
Now looks like I have introduced everything, so let us start. Note that you are free to post anything as that would help me in my school work.
Now please, don't ask my age and listen, I was busy due to exams.
See you on the stage!))

Feb-20-2009 04:50

(Oh yeah, one last thing I forgot to write in the story))
Yousuf still thinks it was a miracle that this story ended up like the ones of the fictional detectives.

Feb-20-2009 21:54

(In Delhi, India)
Three days have passed and Abdur Rahman’s walking on roads brought him some new clues. He headed toward the local library, read some books to refresh his mind and then came out. He talked with the waiter of ‘The Royal Peacock’ about some certain things and suddenly his eyes started shining brightly. He at least knew the motive behind Rahul’s disappearance.
Now, Abdur Rahman walked towards the local bar which was well-known to be the centre or so-called meeting point of city’s crooks.
Abdur Rahman entered with his nose closed and made a bad face. He did not like drinking and this was, maybe the first time in his life that he was entering a bar. He chatted with some drunks and when he came out, he had a wide smile set on his face.
He headed towards the hotel which was well-known for the hideout of a faction in the underground world. After sometime, Abdur Rahman was walking towards a skyscraper. He felt someone was following him but when he turned he could not make out who the person was.
He continued to walk and then up he went. Some time later, he was on the top floor, entering an office named as ‘Isabella and Jackson Co.’. This company was very famous for the decoration of houses, offices and other building and was probably the best interior designing company in the whole town. Both Isabella and Jackson were British national and worked together as partners.
Abdur Rahman asked the clerk for an appointment with Mr. Jackson. He was given the time which he passed patiently and when his time came, he asked Mr. Jackson if he could spare some time after the company closed and meet him downstairs. Mr. Jackson accepted the request and at eight in the night, both men were walking together.
Suddenly, Abdur Rahman asked: “Mr. Jackson, when did you leave the Green Hand faction?”
This question was so unexpected that Jackson could not even think of anything and involuntarily replied: “A year ago.”
Abdur Rahman asked: “Why did you become their enemy?”

Feb-20-2009 21:54

Jackson has gained control over himself and now replied: “Who are you to ask me?”
Abdur Rahman replied calmly: “Call me Abdur Rahman. I am a businessman and came to see you so that you would give me some advice about how to decorate my shop.”
Jackson said: “Then I will give you some advice but first let me have a cigarette. Do you want one?”
Abdur Rahman grinned: “Sure, go ahead. I don’t smoke”
The next moment, Jackson took out a gun pointed at Abdur Rahman and snarled: “Put your hands above your head and tell me about the clues that brought you here.”
Abdur Rahman said (with his face having an idiotic expression): “What clues? I came here for the reason I told you.”
Jackson growled: “Don’t try to mock be or you will end up dead.”
Abdur Rahman replied: “Yes Sir! I would never mock you again. By the way, who is Rahul Malotra? I heard he was a postman who went missing. I that right, boss?”
Jackson face went pale and he threatened Abdur Rahman: “Kid, now there is no reason I would leave you alive.”
Abdur Rahman replied: “I am at your service boss. I shall obey whatever you say. So, drop your gun and give up.”
Jackson replied by shooting a bullet but only the sound of “Truch” was heard. Abdur Rahman smiled: “Mr. Jackson, do not bother shooting the next bullet because they are in my pocket. Now you better give up or I’ll have to take some serious actions.
Jackson acted as if he did not hear to what Abdur Rahman said. He quickly took his hand inside his pocket and then…
(To be continued)

Feb-20-2009 21:55

(In London, England)
Yousuf now was free and he did not forget that he was planning to visit Abdur Rahman Ahmad, his best friend, who lived in India.
Next day, Yousuf was boarding on a ship which reached India after two days. Yousuf went to the house of Abdur Rahman Ahmad and found a note stuck on the door that Abdur Rahman was out on a trip to Delhi and would not be coming back soon. The date was written as third of August.
“Today is fifth of August so he must have left two days before.” Yousuf thought
That night, a tall man disembarked from a train at Delhi train station. He asked the townspeople some questions and next day, he was tailing a medium man of muscular built.
He continued to tail him till the night replaced the day. Then he saw that the man he was tailing was with another man who was tall and heavy built.
He was surprised when the tall man took out a gun. His hand quickly went into his pocket and when it came out, it was holding a revolver. Then he saw that the man he was tailing was smiling.
Suddenly, his fingers pressed the trigger, upon seeing the tall man trying to reach his pocket. The tall man let out a loud scream and held his bleeding hand.
He then said: “Phew! Abdur Rahman, you sure do a lot of dangerous things.”
Abdur Rahman replied: “Well my friend, this is life. By the way, when did you come from London?”
“Yesterday” Yousuf replied and then said: “What are you waiting for? Take out his other gun and then call the police.”
Abdur Rahman said: “Sure, boss.”
Half an hour later, the culprit was arrested and the missing postman was retrieved safely.
“Now, tell me how you did you find this guy?” Yousuf said

Feb-20-2009 21:55

“It’s a long story. In short, this guy became the enemy of Green Hand faction and sent a threatening note to their Guardian General in the form of post. Accidentally, the postman named Rahul somehow read it and informed the police. Investigations were done for months but all fruitless (because my friend, fertilization only occurs after pollination. Just kidding, I don’t know if this was discovered then).
As a matter of fact, Jackson somehow came to know about the postman thing and abducted him with the help of some crooks. He was planning to kill him but there was no right place to dispose the body right then as the cops here have gotten a bit strict, good for us.
Now, I was asked by the father of the postman to find his son. I, at first, wasted a lot of time but then came to know the motive of abducting Rahul from one of his friends.
I then went to the bar and asked the drunken crooks some questions. One of them told me that they were hired by Jackson to kidnap the postman.
Like this the case closed.” Abdur Rahman said

Feb-20-2009 21:55

“Looks to me like a fictional story.” Yousuf said

Feb-20-2009 21:56

“Well, I would never call fictional stories bad. Although everything that happens in there doesn’t look more than a mere chance, they are not different from our stories.” Abdur Rahman said

Feb-20-2009 21:56

“You are right!” replied Yousuf Ahmad

Feb-23-2009 13:56

There have been three days since the case of the missing postman was solved. Yousuf and Abdur Rahman were staying in Delhi.
Abdur Rahman entered the room where they were staying with a usual smile on his face.
Yousuf asked: “What happened?”
Abdur Rahman replied: “Nothing so special, but why would you ask?”
Yousuf said (smiling): “Before I reply to your question, would you mind telling me something about the ‘Precious Gem’ in the inner pocket of your coat.”
Abdur Rahman smiled: “As expected from a former inspector. I would only blame myself for my bad acting.”
Yousuf said: “Bad acting? Your acting was good but your eyes and hands were a bit out of control.”
Abdur Rahman said: “Now what does that suppose to mean?”
Yousuf nodded: “Nothing. Just show me that ‘Precious Gem’ now.”
Abdur Rahman took out a piece of paper and said: “I found it when I was paying the cabman. I do not know who put it in my pocket.”
Yousuf asked: “What does it say?”
Abdur Rahman replied: “Better if you read it yourself.”
Yousuf took the paper, it stated:
“The Dark Night falls;
The King of Dragon calls;
And the money disappears in the malls.

Some people tried to dance at the ball;
The Dragon’s curses upon them fall;
The river of blood flows from the city hall;
And the corpses were found hanged on the wall.”

Feb-23-2009 14:00

Yousuf’s eyes widened as he read the paper: “Now that is a clear threat, someone who calls himself the ‘King of Dragons’ wants to rob the whole city and has said that if anyone tries to stop him, he/she would be murdered.”
Abdur Rahman said: “I also reached to the same conclusion but then, what are we going to do?”
Yousuf gestured and fell deep into thoughts and then finally raised his head. He said: “You know what, my friend? We are going to send this message to all the, well not the police station as they may mess up, but to the detective agencies in Delhi. Then, we would walk around the city to see what happens and act accordingly.”
Abdur Rahman said: “That is what I also wanted to do.”
Yousuf said: “I know our thoughts match usually. Now, get a paper and start writing.”
Abdur Rahman said: “There you go! We have a contradiction. Are we really going to write it by hand or are we going to use the typewriter that I saw in the manager’s room.”
Yousuf replied: “Well, if the manager permits us to borrow it and bring it here, then it would be fine.”
Two hours later, Yousuf and Abdur Rahman have finished their work and the slips made were slipped inside the agencies from the doors.

((Note: The whatever written above about the dragons and kings is just to make the story more fun because I really like the hidden messages a lot. And once again, poke your nose in, whether relevant or irrelevant and I shall accept the challenge and see if I can twist to story to fit your part in. Thanks)