Night 11:30pm, In the D-Star Club.

The D-Star club was a high profile club with many celebrities frequently visiting it. What goes in the club, stays in the club so, it was also a prime spot for criminal dealings.

Sharun selected this place for the meeting because, if anything wrong happens, this place would be an advantage for him as he knew this place more than anybody else.

Earlier that morning, Sharun reserved table no. 13 for them. In the afternoon, Ali came to the club and hid two .45 revolvers under the table.

At forty five minutes past eleven, Victor and Arthur came to the club. They were standing on the dance floor, the Dj was playing the song 'Oru Kadha - Seventh day'. There were dancers around them, wearing glittery dresses and dancing to the weird  beat of that song. Ali and Sharun came towards them, they checked Arthur and Victor for guns but, they weren't carrying any.

'Let's go inside.'     said Sharun, by pointing at the room next to the bar.

'Okay.'    replied Victor.

'Only you.'    said Sharun.

'Okay, I'll follow you.'     replied Victor.

Victor asked Arthur to wait for him in the bar and followed Sharun. While walking behind Sharun, Victor collided with a female dancer and she fell down. When Victor stick out his hand to help her get up, she handed him a gun. Victor hid that gun inside the left pocket of his jacket.

When they reached near the room, two waiters, wearing a white shirt with red sleeves and black pant, stood in from of them, blocking the entrance.

'Sir, we need to search you,'     said Waiter no. 1.

Ali raised his hands and nodded. Waiter no. 2 searched him.

'Clear.'    said Waiter no. 2 and moved to the side, allowing Ali to enter the room.

Waiter no. 2 them moved towards Sharun, he searched his body.

'All Clear.'      said Waiter no. 2 and let Sharun enter the room.

Sharun and Ali were inside the room, standing close to the entrance door. Waiter no. 2 moved towards Victor and raised his hands to search Victor.

'Stop.'   Victor said quickly.

He took out the gun from his jacket and handed it to the waiter. Victor looked at Sharun and Ali and saw them smiling at him.  Waiter no. 2 searched Victor and let him enter the room.

Though there were many empty tables in the front row, Sharun and Ali went to table no. 13 but, Victor didn't. He sat on table no. 9 and said   'I'm not sitting on that table, It's not my lucky number.'

'Well... Nine isn't my lucky number. So, let's sit on one.'      said Ali by walking towards table no. 1.

Sharn, Ali and Victor sat around the table. Their table was right in front of the entrance door so, Victor asked the waiter to close the door.

A waiter came to their table to take their order.

' Whiskey for everyone?'    asked Victor, looking at Sharun and Ali.

'No. Whiskey for two and Grape vine for me.'      replied Ali.

The waiter noted their order and left the table.

'There is a big misunderstanding, here. Between us, '      said Victor, by resting his hands in the table.

Victor cont'd       'Who killed Roberto?'

'I don't know. But, I did kill a man from your gang.'     replied Sharun, by playing with the fork kept on the table.

Sharun cont'd      'I guess... You didn't find his body yet.'

Victor laughed.

'I lost one man and he is Roberto. If not you guys then, who killed him? '        Victor asked soflty.

'I heard that there many groups involved in this. May be they could done that.'     replied Ali, adjusting a timer in his watch.

Victor looks around the room and saw that the food needs to be brought from outside the room. Sharun looked at a waiter and smiled and winked twice.

Victor's phone rings.

Victor took his phone and kept it on the table.

'See, it's Arthur calling. I want our meeting as transparent as our table so, I'll attend his call and keep it on speaker.'     said Victor, by swiping the green button upwards and clicking the speaker icon.

'Victor. Is everything okay.'       asked Arthur.

'Tout va bien Arthur, tout va bien.'     replied Victor and cancelled the call.

The waiter came to their table and placed two glasses of whiskey and a glass of grape vine on the table. The waiter stood behind Ali's chair. When Ali leaned backwards, his head hit the tray which the waiter was holding and it fell down.

'Sorry.'    said Ali and waiter to each other.

The waiter bend down to pick up the tray, he kept two guns near Ali's legs and picked up his tray.

'I'm hungry. Do you mind if order something to eat? '      asked Victor.

'Ofcourse not.'   replied Sharun.

'Okay. I want an Onion soup.'      said Victor.

'Okay sir.'    the waiter replied.

The waiter went to another waiter and gave him a note on which Victor's order was written. The waiter took the note and left the room to bring his order.

'See, we are war profiteers. We don't make enemies and don't go in war. Sharun, you want to make money and Ali, you are working to clear Patel' s name from this mess. So, why don't we work together. Ali and I want those kids dead and Sharun, you want money. I'll pay it. '       said Victor.

Victor looked at Sharun. He was slowing taking sip after after of his drink.

' It's a good offer but, I don't work for pussies. Money, is my motive but, I made a promise to Rameez. So, I'm sorry, '      replied Sharun.

Victor gave a lazy smile.

'What about you Ali?'     asked Victor, by looking at Ali.

'Though we work in shit, we got some rules to follow. And, my rule is, not to break promise, '      replied Ali.

'Hmm... So thats, two no's. '     said Victor to himself.

The waiter entered the room. He came to table no. 1 and kept the onion soup on the table. While leaving the table, the waiter took out a poker gun from his pocket and gave it to Victor while  Sharun and Ali were busy talking to eachother.