Ali saw the helicopter land on the helipad from his window, and knew that his uncle had come. The helicopter was a Leonardo AW109 Grand New. Ali came down to the main hall and met his uncle. His uncle had bought him a Yamaha Quad-Bike 400cc as a birthday present for his birthday. Ali Haris had turned 15 last week. The two men Arman and Rafiq started talking about the business while Ali was in open air enjoying the ride of his Quad-Bike.
It was 2:00 when Ali came back. Today a special lunch was being served, Roasted lamb with nuts and rice. It was a lunch that all the members of the Haris Family loved and very much relished. Soon it was dusk and Rafiq Haris tired of the journey went to his specially prepared room to sleep which was located with the room of Arman Haris. Night came and everything and everyone became quiet.
In London MI6 was looking deeply into the files of Rafiq Haris. They had tracked him down and he was charged with the drug dealer ship with the underworld of Eastern Europe. The MI6 were very worried of this connection. They knew where Rafiq Haris was but they were not sure about it. Mr Henry was sitting in his polished armchair in his office. He was the head of MI6 and his deputy, Mr Cook was sitting beside him. "Take a good investigation on the organisation who was supping drugs to Rafiq Haris" Mr Henry said to his deputy."Sure Sir, we have sent a team to Eastern Europe and we also have connections in the underworld of Europe."
Slowly Dawn came on the city of Islamabad. Ali woke up and dressed as usual. He went out to run around the house. A track had been made around the house and used for walking, running and jogging. Ali had almost completed his round when he saw pilot of his uncle standing few meters away and talking into a smart phone. Ali went forward and after a few seconds the pilot hung up. Ali only heard three words"Drugs, murder and Herit Strike." Ali shrugged and walked indoor with three words in his mind.