Ankita opened her eyes and arose from the bed. The silly, innocent vibe was gone. After a quick scan of the room, Olivia locked all the doors and windows and drew the curtains.
Squatting near the front leg of the bed, she rotated it. The same drawer with the box came out. From the box, a plate, a tube of pink solution, and two fine tweezers were taken out. The flimsy tips of the tweezers, which were scraped against the underside of her nails on both hands, were placed on two separate holders on the plate. Then, a few drops of the pink solution were poured onto them.
There was a small screen at the top of each holder. When Olivia tapped on her watch, an S and D flashed on the two screens. Five minutes later, the solution under S turned white, but that under the D holder was still pink. Looking at it, her eyes narrowed with a piercing gaze.
Once everything was put back in place, Olivia donned a dark grey, thumb-open hoodie, black sports pants, and a black mask. Keeping her hair in a loose ponytail and pulling up the hood, she set off.
Stealthily sprinting through narrow alleys, and leaping across multiple roofs and balconies, Olivia reached R.N Mukherjee Road, a half-an-hour journey from the Dey residence, within five minutes.
On rotating the glass of her watch in a certain pattern, a buzzing sound came from her earphones, tiny round devices having a radius of only two millimetres, set deep inside her ears. Covered by a thick, soft, protective layer, they had an even smaller but strong magnet on their outer side. The watch could develop a magnetic field on its surface to pull them out and keep them inside itself.
"Call A," Olivia brought the watch close to her mouth and said.
"Hello..." After a few rings, someone's sleepy voice came from the other side.
"Get up sleepyhead, and check Singha Roy's residence," Olivia said.
A moment of grunting and rustling of fabric followed her words.
Thud.
"Argh! My glasses." The person on the phone grumbled.
Olivia mentally facepalmed. After some more fumbling, knocking things over, and a lot of cursing, everything went silent. A little later, tapping sounds could be heard. Once they stopped, it did not take long for the voice to come again.
"All clear. You can roam freely as long as you want, now let me enjoy my beauty sleep. Bye!"
"Hm."
The call ended.
Olivia opened the holographic map that A sent her after disconnecting the call, and marked her destination. Then, she allowed the small mechanical voice ringing from the earphones to guide her to the location.
The map brought her to a huge gate, which had a golden nameplate with Singha Roy Villa written on it. Beyond it was a garden, a swimming pool, a sunshade, and many other items that screamed luxury.
Olivia whistled softly and thought, 'Power of illegal money, huh?'
She was eighty percent sure that Deepa's family was behind the drug dealers, but as long as solid evidence was lacking, nothing could be said with certainty. Anyway, it was not like she would be guillotined if she made a wrong speculation in her head.
Olivia examined the gate, and walked around the ten metre high wall to check her surroundings. No hidden security device was found. Although the guy from before confirmed that the road was clear, being extra cautious never hurts. She was not in the mood for a fight. All she wanted was to find the missing pieces of the puzzle and go back quietly.
After finishing the survey, she leaped high in the air with an effortless jump, crossed the wall with two somersaults, and landed on the other side without making any noise. The velvety grass of the garden further helped to conceal her steps without any extra effort. Olivia looked down approvingly, happy to have less work to do.
The technical securities had already been dealt with, so she directly got inside the house, evading all the security guards. Then began exploration of the mansion.
The ground floor comprised of the kitchen, living room, dining hall, servants' quarter, etc. while the bedrooms and other important places were all on the second floor. The whole place was an embodiment of grandiosity. The floor made of spotless white marble felt like a mirror with how reflective it was. At the very centre of the ceiling was a magnificent chandelier made of pure gold with diamond embedded on its outer ring. Its soft yellow glow cast a dim light around the living room. The staircase leading to the second floor was broad enough to fit a row of ten people and its railings were adorned with rare precious metals.
The mansion built in the style of an eighteenth century palace could easily dazzle someone, but Olivia simply climbed the stairs, completely unfazed, and without sparing anything a second glance. Reaching the second floor, she opened a map on her watch. It showed the location of Mr Singha Roy's workroom. Following the directions, she reached a door at the western corner of the floor.
A blue ray scanned her fingerprint as she pressed her thumb on the scanner on the handle of the door.
Bzz.
The lock vibrated with a green glow, displaying a message that said unlocked.
Mentally, Olivia marvelled A's hacking skills. After receiving her call, A as in Abhirup Mitra, tampered with all the security devices of that area, such that even if the cameras recorded anything they would omit Olivia's image. It was also him who replaced Mr Singha Roy's fingerprint with Olivia's fake one. The fine transparent gloves on her hand had fingerprints of their own that were different from her real ones. When the blue ray appeared, the false fingerprint was scanned. Abhirup programmed it in such a way that the data recorded by the scanner would be under Mr Singha Roy's name. So, if anyone were to search, they would find that it was Mr Singha Roy who accessed the room, not an outsider.