Prologue

Its been a year since the shelling. Uneasiness has slowly started to retrieve out of the commoners mind. But behind the curtain, the military was extending its every ounce of a resource to trace the traitors. It was a cold war at the outset. Neither of the developed countries was willing to get their hands dirtied. Already almost all of them were busy making up for their afgan mistake. One that they cannot repent on since its a bygone story and secondly you can never just curb terrorism. Not if the same fellowmen were the once who grew them for their then needs. Vietnam was a mistake but the last war can never be atoned; to enter a war the third time, none of them would even burn a matchstick unless the true enemy is known.

The stillness of the bright city was shattered by the insolence of the thundering mortars. It volleyed through every corners of the city filling it with just chaos and dust. The military had just a pinch of a second to recover, when the sky was poured with more shells and within a wisp of a second they all vanished ecoying into the city randomly. The remains of the shells where the only ones the intelligence got hold of to investigate. Off course it was the left overs of the world war II and the last transaction was dated far beyond for them to be traced only to an anomalous decoy. The intelligence knew that it was a waste of a time to invest on whose they belonged to. All that mattered was to stabilise the country from the shattered belief of a safe country. It was a preparation to meet the unknown future. The war tune had already been set in the minds of the admirals and it was just a matter of time before they responded to the attack. But one big question was yet to be answered, whom should they attack?