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Shahwaz Ali Mirza, head of the Maharashtra Anti-Terrorism Squad, receives an anonymous email claiming it to be a Distributed Denial of Service (DDoS) attack. He quickly puts together a crack team that includes his protege, IG Cybercrime Vikrant Singh, and gets to work trawling the dark web for more information on this mystery attack. However, a move to bring forward the hacker backfires, leading to a second, deadlier attack on Mumbai’s lifeline, the railway system.
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‘Team One, set.’ 

‘Team Two, set.’ 

‘Team Three, set.’ 

‘Copy all teams. Bird’s Eye, what do you see?’ 

‘All clear, sir. I don’t see any lookouts. Only one entry–exit point, which we checked beforehand.’ 

‘Brilliant. Stand by.’ 

‘Yes, sir.’ 

Superintendent of Police Samar Deo, codenamed ‘Bird’s Eye’ for the operation, switched to text message to say what he’d been itching to for an hour. 

‘I must admit, sir, this is exciting.’ 

‘You and me, both, Deo. You and me both,’   

Inspector General of Police Vikrant Singh texted back from the other end. 

Three months ago, Vikrant had  taken  a  long-overdue  promotion  from  DIG,  RAW,  to  IG  and  was  put  in  charge  of  the Maharashtra state police’s Cyber Crime cell. It was a newly formed agency, hardly a year old, conceptualized after the state police had finally woken up to the fact that cybercrime was the crime of the future, and that having just one cybercrime cell or police station in each city was not going to be enough. 

Currently,  apart  from  overseeing  the  investigation  of  all  cybercrime police stations in the state, the cybercrime cell was also the nodal office for the crucial Central agency that looked after all cyber matters in the country, the Computer Emergency Response Team or CERT in Delhi, making it a plum posting for any police officer. This was one of the reasons why Vikrant, with his experience of working in Central agencies, had been chosen for the job. 

‘Sir, target approaching. Repeat, target approaching.’ 

‘Who   is   this,   please?’   Vikrant   asked.   They   were   communicating on conference call instead of the usual wireless radio. The static made too much noise and was a dead giveaway of police presence. Not exactly ideal for a covert operation, in Vikrant’s opinion. He had brought his wireless set along but it was turned off and stashed under the seat of his car. 

‘Sorry, sir. This is Team Two,’ the reply came. 

Vikrant  let  it  go.  This  was  the  first  time  these  men  were  participating  in  an  on-field  operation  in  their  current  roles.  Before he took over, their work had largely been confined to sitting  at  their  terminals.  Not  that  he  blamed  them.  It  was  a  precedent set by his predecessor. 

The operation was being conducted at the Metro Cinema signal, which in itself was a nightmare. This junction connected five  roads,  all  of  them  leading  to  prime  locations  in  south  Mumbai. The building that they were watching was a decrepit one, under dispute with the civic corporation and thought to be empty. It was right next to a popular Irani café and people would pass by it without a second look. 

Which made it the perfect location for a ring of online child pornographers. This tip-off had come from a Germany-based cyber security firm which, during one of its routine audits, had noticed an increasing number  of child pornography videos being uploaded from Indian IP addresses. They had passed on the information to the Indian authorities, agreeing to hold off publishing the audit report for ninety days. 

Over two months of patient investigation, Vikrant and his team had confirmed that the videos were being uploaded from Mumbai. It had taken them some time to pinpoint the exact location. Some of his old informers had also been put to work to corroborate the IP addresses. Nothing beat good old human intelligence. 

‘This is Team Two. Target entering building.’ 

‘Copy,’ Vikrant responded. 

‘This  is  Bird’s  Eye.  Confirm  single  male  entered  the  building. Noone else approaching.’ 

Deo was perched atop one of the huge billboards over the entrance of Metro Cinema, dressed as a worker. The vantage point was a perfect one, as it was not so high as to warrant use of binoculars and not too low either. 

Neither Vikrant nor Deo was strictly required to be there, as the operation could have been easily taken care of by their junior officers. However, Vikrant was damned if he was going to let a promotion chain him to a desk, and Deo was seeing action in the field for the first time since being posted with the Cybercrime Cell. With his hands-on approach and seemingly limitless  enthusiasm,  he  was  fast  becoming  Vikant’s  go-to  person in the agency. 

‘Home Base ready?’ Vikrant asked. 

‘Yes, sir,’ the head of the team providing technical support back at the office replied. 

Vikrant had sought, and been given, access to the live feed broadcast by all the CCTV cameras covering the location. In case anyone made a run for it, the tech support team would have real-time footage. 

Slowly, casually, Vikrant opened the door of his car, which was well out of sight from the target location, and stepped out. He slid his phone inside his pocket, checked that the wireless Bluetooth device was firmly planted in his ear and started walking. 

Just  as  he  turned  the  corner  and  the  building  came  into  view, he gave the command. 

‘All teams move in. Repeat, all teams move in.’ 

There was a flurry of acknowledgements as his teams swung into action. Team One stepped out of a bar in an alley right next to the building. Team Two ran out of a small shopping complex across the street. Team Three came rushing out of the Irani café. Deo climbed down the ladder and started hurrying across the junction. 

‘Home Base, make the call.’ 

Home  Base  acknowledged  and  sent  out  a  wireless  alert  to  the  police  control  room,  saying  that  a  raid  was  being conducted and nearby police personnel should head to the location for support. 

The three teams entered the building together, guns drawn and raised. Two men, who were guarding the entrance, were forced inside at gunpoint. Amidst shouts of ‘Police!’ and ‘Hands up! Hands up!’, the teams laid a complete perimeter inside the room, surrounding everyone inside. 

Vikrant  and  Deo  paused  at  the  entrance,  checked  each  other’s  backs  and  barged  in,  guns  ready  at  their  sides.  Child  pornography was a booming business and those involved in it would do anything to protect themselves. 

There were three men inside. One of them was the man they had seen enter. He had an external hard drive in his hand which he was handing over to one of the others. Clearly, the first man must be the supplier of the videos, while the other two would upload them to the dark web. 

Vikrant  did  a  quick  survey  of  the  room  and  froze.  There  were three computers on the table with three chairs alongside. But only two men were now standing near the computers. 

At that same instant, a voice came in through his earpiece. It was Home Base. 

‘One got away, sir! Jumped out of a window at the other end. He’s running towards Marine Lines.’ 

‘Team one, with me!’ Vikrant snapped as he dashed towards the window, Deo at his heels. Both cops managed to jump out of it easily. 

The runner was quickly spotted, as he was literally the only one  running.  Vikrant  and  Deo  took  off  in  hot  pursuit.  Deo looked back at Team One and gestured to them to go through an alley to the parallel road and cut him off. The running man, who was wearing a blue shirt and light-blue  jeans,  seemed  to  be  running  without  a  destination  in  mind. He turned a corner and was almost at Parsi Dairy when he was hit by a car. 

‘Fuck!’ Vikrant yelled, shoving his gun into his waistband and slowing to a stop. 

‘Look out, sir!’ Deo shouted from behind him as a motorbike skidded and lost control metres away from his boss, who yelled another expletive before turning his attention back to the fallen suspect. 

‘How bad is it?’ Deo asked. 

The  car,  which  had  come  to  a  stop,  had  been  going  at  moderate  speed  when  it  hit  the  suspect.  Its  driver  had  now  come out and was standing with several other people, watching fearfully. 

‘I’m not sure. Pulse is strong,’ Vikrant said as he turned the suspect, who had fallen on his face, around. The fall had crushed his nose and the suspect was breathing raggedly through his mouth, but he seemed fairly conscious. 

‘Ambulance on its way, sir,’ Home Base said from the office. 

‘Good.  You  saw  what  exactly  happened  here?’  Vikrant  replied. 

‘We’re still trying to understand it, sir.’ 

‘What does that mean?’ Vikrant asked, still focused on the injured suspect. 

‘If … if you could just look around, sir,’ the reply came. 

For the first time, Vikrant turned his attention towards his surroundings. 

‘What in the name of …’ he began. 

The  entire  street  was  tightly  jammed  with  vehicles  of  all  shapes  and  sizes.  Horns  had  started  honking  and  several  motorists had come out of their cars. Abuses were being hurled everywhere. 

Vikrant laid the suspect’s head gently on the ground. Both he  and  Deo  stood  back-to-back  to  survey  the  chaos  around  them. More vehicles were lining up behind the initial snarl. 

‘Where the hell are they coming from? What happened to the signals?’ Deo wondered. 

Vikrant was also thinking about that. Such a massive surge of traffic meant a failure of traffic signals at some junction. 

‘All teams, report status please,’ Vikrant said. 

‘Team One here. We’re stuck in the next lane. Something’s wrong with the signals. Traffic jam from hell happening right now.’ 

‘Team Two here, sir. Team Three is with us. We had started going  towards  the  office  but  came  back  to  the  building.  The  entire  Metro  Cinema  junction  is  out  of  action.  Signals  just  stopped working all of a sudden and the bloody motorists tried to take advantage by speeding through. At least six accidents that we could count before we headed back.’ 

Vikrant and Deo turned towards each other and exchanged looks. 

‘Home Base,’ Vikrant said, his mind racing. ‘Call the Traffic Police Control Room.’ 

There was a short silence after which the team leader came back on the line. 

‘It’s  happening  all  over  the  city,  sir,’  he  said.  ‘No  signals  working anywhere. I repeat, no traffic signals working anywhere in Mumbai.’ 

‘What do you mean, no traffic signals working?’ 

‘No one seems to have any idea, sir. But whatever this is, it’s a complete shutdown.’