"MUMBAI POLICE, FREEZE!!!"

"DON'T MOVE, YOU'RE SURROUNDED!"

"PUT THE GUN DOWN!"

"ON YOUR KNEES, NOW!"

So yeah, the backup team saved my butt.

I saw Amit among the at least twelve officers I could count. He helped me out of the garbage dump and gave me my gun back.

"Wow," I looked around, "I can't believe I called for help and they dispatched like a dozen cops to kick ass with me."

"Yes, Fard," Amit frowned. He was in full tactical QRT armour and was armed with a pump shotgun. "That is what happens when you call for backup... We're the backup."

"Amit, I found it," I said, "I found their stuff. Weapons, plans, everything, it's all in the vacant apartment in the building. Singh is a part of this!"

"We know, Fard," Amit smiled, "Jay sent me the photos from your phone. We got instructions from the Superintendent, and Captain Singh was arrested immediately."

"What?! Really?!"

"Yup, old Nick is behind bars now."

"Aw man, I wanted to be the one to arrest him. Can you un-arrest him so I can arrest him again?"

"Also, the Superintendent wanted to see you. I think you're getting a promotion sometime soon."

Promotion. Soon. That was all I had ever wanted to hear. Fardeen Khan, Sub-Inspector of Police. "I did it, Amit. I did it," I smiled and gave him a pat on the shoulder, "You could say... I'm in the major leagues now, baby."

"Heh, I'll catch up with you, bro," Amit said as fist-bumped me, "Enjoy being SIP."

"Anyway," I grabbed my handcuffs and walked over to Dru, who was on his knees, hands behind his head, "Dru the Azerbaijani guinea pig, robber of banks and collector of decorative butts, you are under arrest."