{One is hidden behind a tank, another in front.}
From the stairs, a black man with a gun in hand watches the tanks, then pulls out his HT (handheld transceiver). "Moving down."
{He slowly advances, taking up a firing position.}
He climbed down to the tank and began inspecting it. Suddenly, the soldier lunged at him—but the black man was far stronger—he knocked him out with a single punch.
Vikram suddenly stood up, raising both hands high. "Sir, there's nothing in my hands!"
{But a sword was in one hand—and a gun in the other.}
He starts firing. "Intruder! We have an intruder!" {On HT}
{He kept firing in short bursts.}
"Stop, pal! I'm not here to fight—I just wanna go to India!" Vikram
{He kept inching forward, firing shot after shot.}
As he stepped closer, Vikram banged the sword into his forehead{Hilt}. He collapsed.
{Vikram hauled(dragged) him to the stairs.} 'Soldier'
"Do you think the Visceral Law really exists?"
A child's voice echoed in Vikram's ears. It felt as though he were slipping into unconsciousness, and then he collapsed.
{In that final moment, he saw a child floating in the air—before everything went dark.}
"!!!! gun isn't working !! !!!—!!!! !!!!!! it's fully !!!!!! !" {Unconsciousness.}
{Through the haze of unconsciousness, his eyes slowly opened.}
He glanced to his left, his eyes barely open. They were interrogating the soldier.
Vikram suddenly jumped— but his wrists were bound to the chair.
{Both of them sat tied to their chairs.}
"Ma'am, coat awake."
{That Black man,
a child, and a woman stood in front of him.}
"B l a ck C o a t" {Speaking slowly} A woman stepped out from the edge and stood in front of him.
"Black coat, black hat, black sword, black guns with black bullets—what else black do you have?" She started laughing, and then everyone.
{His coat was off, and his hat too.}
"Check him—see what else black he's got on him."