Unlike the previous Earth where different people believed different gods, all of the people living under the Peacekeeping Alliance believed in the True One.
It was said that the True One could never be truly described, because it was without any attributes.
It was neither tall, nor short.
It was neither male, nor female.
It was neither a human, nor a beast.
It was neither a human, nor a god.
It neither not exist, nor did it not exist.
It was neither finite, nor was it infinite.
It was neither one, nor was it many.
In short, it was neither not, nor was it not not.
Due to such characteristics, the concept was widely accepted as the people felt that the True One was a representation of some force of nature instead of a fictional character.
Mr. Bottleman didn't visit the pillar directly. Rather, he looked around for a while before he spotted a person sitting on a stone chair near the pillar reading something. Beside him was a similar colored bag with the same amount of bulge.
He placed his sack on the stone chair beside the person, and walked towards the pillar to greet the True One.
The True One, the one which is the truth, the one who pervades even the smallest particle!
A few minutes later, he walked away from the pillar and took his bag and walked away, or not.
"He took the other bag away!" Dhruva exclaimed softly.
"The man is also involved. What should we do?" Param asked.
Dhruva thought for a while and replied. "I'll keep following Mr. Bottleman, while you trail the other guy. Do not engage into conflict with him! As for me, I want to see how far they have infiltrated the police force."
Param made a 'thumbs up' as his figure discreetly followed the man.
Mr. Bottleman wasted none of his time and quickly returned to his apartment.
Dhruva waited outside the building at a place where he could easily see the residents who were leaving.
Soon it was two hours to midnight, and Dhruva knew that Mr. Bottleman would leave his home to have a few drinks with his buddies.
Seeing him leave, he quickly entered the apartment building. Security was lax, so he didn't have any trouble with the security guards, and he soon reached the door of this mentor's house.
He took out a few pins and pieces and put them into the lock. As he picked the lock he kept chanting his mantra.
"I am an honest police officer… I am an honest police officer… I am an honest police officer…"
Twisting, turning, twisting again …*(sfx) click*
The lock opened and Dhruva entered the apartment before closing it from inside once again. The apartment looked a little messy, as expected from a bachelor. He quickly searched for the bag and found it inside, in the bedroom. The mouth of the bag was open, showing its empty inside.
He searched throughout the house and opened every drawer, looked into any little space, but he couldn't find anything.
"FOOk!" he cursed furiously. Suddenly he patted his head. Wouldn't a smart guy like him think of hiding something inside a secret compartment?
With this line of thought, he began tapping all the suspicious furniture and places.
More than two hours passed, and Dhruva was left with his head scratching. Where was the bloody gunpowder?!
At this moment a loud mechanical clicking sound came and covered the silent house. Dhruva immediately sweated as he realized that his mentor was here!
What would he tell him?
Option A: He would accuse the guy of being a Civil Uprising rebel, after which, the guy would immediately kill him and bury him somewhere.
Option B: He would apologize for breaking in and say that he needed his guidance urgently over a love matter.
Option C: He would suddenly scream "Surprise! Happy Birthday!" as soon as the police officer entered the house. But he had no gifts on him, it was not the police officer's birthday, and there was a large stolen camera hanging on his neck which screamed of suspicion.
Option D: He would hide somewhere and pray for the True One to help him tide this trouble!
Option A and Option C were scratched away- even he didn't dare to believe that bullsh*t reason. As for Option B, it was a little feasible, if he had not broken into the house. That leaves only Option D.
He quickly ran towards the balcony which was outside the bedroom. The balcony was small and empty, except for a small wooden chair.
The police officer didn't suspect anything as he found his door locked and the things in order. No drawers were open, and his house didn't looked like some storm had hit the house- Dhruva had made sure of that while he was searching.
The police officer was a little drunk, and he wobbled a little as he walked. After he came he changed his dress, and Dhruva was troubled whether to leave or to continue hiding. After all, he hadn't got any significant proof.
*(sfx) THUMP*
Dhruva suddenly heard a noise, and he looked inside through the window and was shocked. The police officer really had a hidden compartment, under a tile in his bedroom. He pulled out the lid and picked out a packet from inside. The packet was a black substance in a cheap plastic wrap. Placing it down, he pulled out a piece of weird shaped black colored metal.
It was a revolver!
Caught you! Dhruva thought as he exclaimed. Accidentally his feet hit the leg of the wooden chair, which moved a little and made a screeching sound.
*(sfx) SCREECH*
FOOk! Dhruva cursed and his forehead became filled with sweat.
"Who is there?" the police officer asked sternly as he stared at the balcony from the window of the bedroom. The balcony looked empty to his eyes, making him confused.
Was he hearing things?
He slowly but cautiously walked towards the balcony while holding the gun.
Dhruva could sense him nearing and almost blackened in fear. It was another thing if he was unarmed, but how was he supposed to escape now?
Considering Mr. Water Bottleman's identity as a Civil Uprising rebel and the frightening stories which every kid had heard since childhood about hot weapons, the police officer had turned into a Demon King in the young trainee police officer's eyes!
Slowly yet steadily the police officer walked, and only a few more steps remained.
Dhruva fell into despair. He could already see the kids of the Stone Bull Orphanage crying in front of his grave.
Was he going to die a virgin?
Oh True One! Please save this little virgin! I swear I will never secretly peek at Mrs. Purple's delicious butt!