Prologue

Alastor looked out of the window of black Apache helicopter with a large FBI sign on its tail. His eyes were fixed on the sun setting in the south over Arabian Sea. It felt to him as if it was symbolical of his life- the life that was coming to an end now- the life that he had so ruthlessly wasted on providing others without attaining anything for himself. Yet he was not disappointed nor was he dejected. He had avenged- he had taken the revenge of the cruelties that this world had brought on him. He was contented, satisfied and anyone who looked in his eyes could see a spark in his eyes-the spark of triumph- he thought.