অধ্যায় একশো șteāis: ধূর্ত পুরনো শেয়াল, ফাঁদে পড়ে গেছে

“পৌmche gechi, ei toh samnei.”

sankirno byabohar-upojogi bayu-naler bhitor diye chole, nana rokom jatil o durgandha sojjo kore, manchitrer nirdeshon onujayi dhire dhire ete, lokkhostholer bayu-naler mukh e giye thambo. eta ki sotyii manchitre lal gol diye chinho kora jayga? onekbar nischit howar por, wulf phisphisye bollo.

“ekhon abar ki!”

bayu-naler mukher choto phak diye nicher drishyo dekhe, wulf niropaye ekti dirgho shwas phellok, tar kopaler khajguli kuchi kuchi hoye gelo, dekhte besh lage, tobe thanar dutiyokoto police-der chokh porar voye shobdo mosquito-s moto khub i alpo chilo.

“ki byapar? captain.” wulf-er bichitro gungunani sune, tar pichonher charjon ekshonge phisphisye jiggesh korlo.

tokhono wulf kono uttordata dey ni, taragei charjon eki rokom ekti ashommanjonok bhongima korlo—khubi sadharon ekti bhab, kintu tar phole panch joneri mukhe ashorjo o bismoy purno vhab phute uthlo.

aro jeta tader birokto korlo, thik tader nicher jaygay, sposhoto pyad marar shobdo ghor ghor kore uthlo, tarpor chorachor shobdo, ebong tarpichone ekti ghrinajonok pyach-gandha chhoriye porlo.

tibrata, ghrinajonok, seta mol-mutrer mishano ekti gondha.

thik i, panch joner kopaler dosh chhilo, tader thamar jaygati thik ekta bayshikhaner bayu-naler mukh chilo, aro durbhagger bisoy holo tader nicher ekjon police pet kharap howar karone tader nicher patla paikhana korchilo.

shu! charjoner keu jate khobor phash na kore dey, tai wulf druto mukhe angul diye chup thakar ingit dilo, nicher dike amarokto drishti diye niche bas kora oi young police-ke ragal vhabe takiye dekhte laglo.

“shala, porer bar oi bar-b-que-er dokan ta pele, amar shonge thakle amio tar dokan sathiye debo, shala amar pet kharap kore dilo, hum, tader kach theke khati aday na korle ajke amar je kosto holo tar kono mullo thakbe na.” pyad-er mukh diye roktakto o nongra abvojna berote laglo, young police-ti bujhlo na je kothay bhodrota rakhte hoy, borong se tar pet kharap howar karon raastar pasher choto khabarer dokanke dayi korlo.

matha nicher dike rekhe somoy je koto druto chole jacche seta dekhe, wulf-er kichuta odhir lagchilo, mene nite hobe mong hu tader shonge jogajoger somoy rothesoto egarotay nirdharon korechilo, dekha jacche kantar dik egarotar dike druto egiye jacche, jara mane tader hate samanyo ek ghorar kom somoy baki ache, aivabe opekkha kore nicher cheleter bath-room chhara porjonto kobe hobe eta nischit bhabei ekti jatil byapar.

fang mu-ren je bedroom-e thakto tar ekta nijosho bath-room chhilo, kintu take na chanchay phelte, panch jon ei fango mu-ren-er bedroom theke tin deyal durer shadharon bath-room-ti beche niyechilo, prothome purush bath-room-er niche oi khanki-ra paikhana korchilo dekhe, wulf mohila bath-room diye dhokar kotha vebechilo, kintu kopaler doye, thik ekjon period cholche emon ekjon mohila police-er shonge dekha hoye gelo, niropaye abar purush bath-room-ei lokkhosthol nirdharon korlo.

shukher bisoy nicher pet kharap howa shala beshi deri korlo na, chole gelo, na hole wulf voy pachhilo je sedin keu jate amarokto obosthaye porer jonno ekti anesthecia-r injection na diye dey.

panch jon sokolke saphollyo bhabe methar opor nemar por, somoy ek choturthaongsho chole gechilo, somoy khubi kachakachi.

tin deyal er byabadhan, kintu fang mu-ren-er bedroom-er charpashe khub ghono bhabe infrared surveillance camera bishthoto chhilo, protiti blind spot dhaka chhilo, ekta kono blind spot baki chhilo na, age thekei moner prostuti thakleo, eta dekhe wulf abaro kichuta chintay pore gelo.

“tiger bhai, nirdharito sthane poumche gechi, akhon kaj shuru kora jabe.” wulf tar kaner earphone-er kachhe phisphisye bollo, tar kotha mukher baire ashar shonge shonge, alo o andharkar ekti chokher paloke poriborton holo, alo-chhaya purno thana, ek chokher paloke andhakare dube gelo, jeno shes hin andhakar gorthe pore geche, tobe akasher chand-er alor karone haat baraleo kichu dekha jacche na emon obostha chhilo na.

ei sujog niye, panch jon phire ghurte ghurte fang mu-ren-er bedroom-er dorjar kachakachi chole gelo.

“ki byapar?” alo nibhe gelo, bedroom andhakar hoye gelo, ekta ajana voy er shonge tara hothat fang mu-ren birokto hoye baire dakey.

thop, thop, thop, er uttor dilo mrityur moto nistobdhata, ekti shobdo chhara je lashguli dhire dhire pore jacche tara matro alpo matray shobdo korchilo na.

“small tang, fish head, tomra ki korcho? khomota chara baire jaoya nishedh.” moner voy ke daman korar chesta kore, fang mu-ren gola phete daklo, tar uddeshyo chhilo dura theke patroling korar jonno thaka police-ke daka.

dorja o corridor-er tinjon police-ke phele diye, panch jon kono rokom bhoy na peye kaj chaliye gelo, jodiou ekhon porjonto kaj safolyer shonge cholchilo, tobe mrityur sthan theke bhete utha panch joner jonno eta khubi satorkota purno chhilo.

wulf hat tule tar pichoner charjonke ingit dilo, druto charjon du-ti dole bhag hoye fang mu-ren-er bedroom-er charpashe ghere dhorlo, wulf-er dan hat niche namar shonge shonge, sharir sobcheye shaktishali ebong sobcheye besi shokti thaka jake ‘shokti-pishach’ bole daka hoy, se tar pa diye bedroom-er dorjay ekti ghrinajonok gha dilo.

kather dorja o dan payer shonge ghotto akranto holo, ekti porishkar shobdo chhoriye porlo, kather dorja ti bhenge chorno-bichorno hoye gelo, station master hisebe, fang mu-ren-er proti-kriya khub taratari chhilo, kather dorja bhenge felar shonge shonge se komorer gun-holster theke pistol ber kore, akranto byaktir dike tibrata bhabe goli churali.

tobe se shobdhanay shokti-pishach-er proti-kriya-r ghotonake upekkha korechilo, ek paye kather dorja bhenge, shokti-pishach druto side-e soren, ebong tar pichonei barud-er ekti gola ছুre mara holo, dhoanete bhora smoke bomb shasotho fang mu-ren-er bedroom-e giye porlo.

dhom, goli laglo, tobe sankete bhoy peye obostha na bujhe goli korle, tar niynokoto kharap hoye jay, ek mitor chowra o du mitor lomba kather dorja-keo sporsho korlo na, borong shiment-er deyal e ekti choto gorto rekhe gelo.

panch jon sotti training pawa chhilo, smoke bomb phelanor por, panch jon tader age theke sthir kora niyom onujayi roll kore fang mu-ren-er bedroom-e dhuke porlo.

“tomra kara? ki chao?” fang mu-ren-er bhoy pawa gola shonakh holo, gola onek boro, onek shokti-pishach, tar uddeshyo shobai jane thanay thaka police-der dhyan kora, dhoanete bhora room-er bhitor chokhe dekhar khomota shune jabar moton chhilo, vitor dhoka tinjoner ekti mukh-o dekha gelo na, pran-vhoi lojja ki kore tar voy pabe na.

er uttor dilo tibrata thanda batasher ghorani shobdo, corridor-er kacher janala-guli khola chhilo, akhon bedroom-er dorja shokti-pishach kothin bhabe bhenge pheleche, ebong shathey shatthe fresh batash newar jonno, thanda batasher sporsho anubhob korar jonno, fang mu-ren-er bedroom-er kacher janala ek muthro phak kora chhilo, aivabe du pashe air current toiri holo, fole bedroom-er dhoana ghuriye phello, kintu ek chokher paloke dhoana onek porishkar hoye gelo.

wulf-er proti-kriya motamuti thik chhilo, kaner pashe thanda batasher shobdo, tar snayu-ke hothat tan-tan kore dilo, mukh khule dorjar baire dakhlo: “janala bondho koro, batash ache.”

thung-thang, shobdo khub boro chhilo na, tobe druto aslo, ota janala bondho korar shobdo chhilo, air current chole jawar fole, bedroom-er dhoana abar chhoriye porlo, ebong bhagyo valo smoke bomb-er shokti kichu second er jonno thaklo, na hole sottii fang mu-ren-er lokta sapholloprabto hoto.

fang mu-ren-o chotur chhilo, keu dhokar shomoy e se tar byabostha vebe rekhechilo, emon drishyo se koto bar shopne dekheche, shatruke aporohito korar shomoy se gopone bed-er pashe table-lamp-er nicher kono ekti jaygay chap dilo, shobdo khubi choto chhilo, kintu kachakachi thaka tinjon sottii shunte pelo, ota nirdishto ekti jontro chalu hobar shobdo chhilo.

“kharap, room-er bhitor jontro ache.” shohayotay asa police-der shonge kibhabe deal kora jabe seta vebe paowar kono somoy chilo na, wulf-er moner vetor ghur kore uthlo, ekhuni oi shobdo tar khubi porichito chhilo, thik jontro chalu hobar shobdoi chhilo.

bhul hoye geche! bhul, wulf bhabeni je emon akosmik poristhiti samne asbe, shurute police-der dhyan na koraite, tader ashar shomoy, tara shobdo-hina ebong shoktishali steel bow babohar korechilo.

ding-ding-ding, lohar tir meher tiles-er opor porar porishkar shobdo shonakh holo, tobe kono mrito byaktir shobdo phire aslo na, sposhoto fang mu-ren safolyer shonge paliye geche.

dhoana sariye felar jonno, wulf-ke baire পাহারা dewa dujonke kichi janala khulte bolte holo, koyti second-er modhye bedroom-er dhoana chole gelo, ebong shathe shathe fang mu-ren-er obostha-o ghabre gelo, tobe dhoana shoronar por, tinjon ekti gopon dorja dekhte pelo ja bondho korar shomoy peyeni.

ta-ta-ta, ekhon druto ebong oshanto pa-er shobdo dur theke aschilo, druto aslo, pa-er shobdo shune manush onek chilo.

“captain, পাহara dewa police e dike aschilo.” baire পাহara dewa shokti-pishach hashi diye sorokto korlo.

“shala, ei chotur shial.” turing obosthaye pora wulf rag kore gali dilo, ebong tokon mong hu-er shobdo chole aslo.

wulf-er dike shob bhabe communication chalu chhilo, tai mong hu ekhane ghotona ghotte dekhte pelen, wulf jokhon jontrer kotha bollo, mong hu-er moner vhitoro chintar ghotona ghotlo, ekbar ei assassination fail korle, porer bar abar aagano koto kothin hobe, fang mu-ren-er moto puroto shial ke keu ekbar satorko korle keu ar savdhan hobe na?

“tiger bhai, chinta koro na byapar ta ami samle nebo.” mong hu-er kotha na bhabe, wulf low voice-e bollo, bolar shonge shonge se nijer porikolpona onujayi kaj shuru korlo, se, shokti-pishach, powder, fang mu-ren-ke pichon theke follow kore sesh sujog niyechilo, baki dujon, monkey, madman dorjar baire পাহara dilo.

lokjon vag hobar por, tinjon oi khola gopon dorjar pichone chole gelo, wulf-er proti-kriya valo thakle, ei koyti second-er shomoy, gopon rasta jano fang mu-ren-er jonno onek dure paliye geche.

shabdhan, tinjon matro tin mitor gopon rastay dhokar shomoy, pasher cement-er deyal theke hothat koto goli ashlo, ghono ovibebe asha goli khubi voyonkor chhilo, jodi powder-er ghaose gundho sensitive dog-er moto powder na janato, tahabe tinjon ebar pran harate hoto.

prothom bar i khub tibrata jontror akronton, jibon-mrityu ektu soriye rakheo, tinjoner moner vhitor voy chhilo, je somoy tinjon mrityu theke beche jawar kotha vebechilo, rastar onek dur theke fang mu-ren-er oi puroto shialer thanda hashi shonakh holo, “hahaha, ek pal bokar dol, abal er moto pichon pichone ashcho, hum, tahabe aahste aahste vitor mrityuite opekkha koro!”

fang mu-ren-er ahongkari shobdo shesh howar shomoy, tinjoner pichone ghor-ghor ghotronar shobdo shonakh holo, tinjon phire takiye chokh boro kore phello, ota ekti boro pathor chhilo, ja ekhuni dhoka rasta-ke puroto bondho kore diyeche.

“kharap hoye geche, trap-e pore gechi.” pathor porar shomoy tinjoner moner vhitor ekti chintay phele dilo.