Some Plot.

PLOT: Across the Indo-Pak border.

Name: Amir Mohammed
Age:25years

Occupation: Jihaad

Somewhere in the foothills of Himalayas,in a village that was hardly on any maps of the world. In a big central tent in the colonies of hundreds of little dingies, sat the heads of their religion. Planning a sacrifice of their heads for their God. A sacrifice of heads that would  please Their God.

Amir just another trainee in the army of thousands. Just another victim of poverty. Just another son, another husband, another father working to feed 10 mouths that depended on him. He was a soldier in a the plan of his superiors he never met. Never saw.

PLOT:  International waters.

Name: Lieutenant Rahul vijay

Age: 23years

Occupation: Marine

Stationed in some part of the arabian sea,guarding the indian boundary . Positioned at the outskirts his job was to run the ships. Another sepoy in the indian army, joined marines third in line of the family army officers,after his father and elder brother.

Fighting for his country? was he? No. Following a family tradition, that came with no exception rule. To him it was a job that made his father Brigadier Karan Vijay, an objective of being proud.


PLOT: Present day. The encounter.

Plan of sacrifice was in action. Amir with 25 other men had been mounted on a ship to india. With a big prize money waiting home, after this mission they would not hav to work for their heads. They could live with their loved ones, after all this. An after which they had hoped to be soon....

Rahul was on a round on the front deck, when an unidentified water vessel came into notice. They had sent their security boat to interrogate the passengers. The vessel pulled in to the mother ship, all the boarders brought to the captain.

Once the interrogation began it lasted for a couple of days after which all the anonymous boarders were arrested. After arrest began the violent brash between the two commanding teams.
The anons began fighting with all the killer weapons they brought with them. Killing almost everyone on the mother ship, except a few commanders including lieutenant vijay.

Lieutenant had used all his wits in to fight. To save himself. His colleagues. When all the wits and tactics came to end, he found himself propped on the railing of the star deck,still holding on to his gun, his pride.

Just as when he was about to fall of the railing a hand clutched his arm. He hung arm, holding his weapon,just when he looked up at a terrorist holding his arm, preventing him to fall off.
"Drop your guns, I an here to help you", said the terrorist to the marine.


Boundaries were united. Humanity had lived.