With this, we start our new section, ‘Fan Fiction,’ where we will bring you some stories that are not part of the films and series you love, but side stories and alternate timelines of the same Universe. Here is the first fan fiction of OCD Times featuring Pathaan and Kabir from Yrf’s Spy Universe. The mission is set way before the events of War and Tiger Zinda Hai.
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In the shadowy world of espionage, where trust is scarce and danger lurks around every corner, Pathaan and Kabir were an unlikely but formidable duo in the YRF Spy Universe. They were known for their contrasting styles of operation: Pathaan liked to work with his fearless approach and reliance on instinct, while Kabir was a meticulous strategist who trusted in technology and careful planning.
Their latest mission took them to the heart of Prague, where intelligence suggested a high-profile arms deal was set to take place, between Frank Bonetti, an Italian mafia Boss and an unknown party. The mission was to just gather intel about the unknown party. Pathaan was already in Prague while Kabir was about to return from a mission with Jim in Berlin, when Colonel Luthra asked him to drop by in Prague. So Jim headed back to the headquarters to report on their mission while Kabir joined Pathaan in Prague.
Pathaan preferred to dive headfirst into situations, relying on his combat skills and charm to gather information on the ground. Kabir, on the other hand, believed in using surveillance drones and hacking into secure networks to gather intel from a safe distance.
As they stood overlooking the city skyline from their safe house, tension simmered between them. Pathaan paced restlessly, itching to move out and confront the targets directly. Kabir sat calmly on his laptop, analyzing the latest satellite images and intercepted communications.
“Hum aur wait nahi kar sakte, Bonetti hath se nikal jayega.” Pathaan finally spoke up, breaking the silence.
“Hume use marna nahi hai, bas wo kisse deal kar raha hai pata lagana hai.” Kabir replied without looking up.
“Pakad ke 2 hath marenge sab bak dega. Chota-mota arms dealer hai, hum faltu time waste kar rahe hain.”
“Chota-mota arms dealer Prague kyu aya hai deal karne?” Kabir replied still hooked to his screen. “We need actionable intelligence, Pathaan. This may be bigger than you think.”
Pathaan thought of a cheesy reply but held himself as he saw Kabir was quite serious. He respected Kabir’s expertise, even if their methods often clashed.
Hours passed, both were tired of waiting. Pathaan was playing with a softball, he threw it to Kabir.
Kabir caught and threw it back. A game bagan.
“Maine bola tha Colonel Luthra ko,” Pathaan said, passing the ball back and forth to Kabir. “Main akela hi kar leta. Ab tak mission khatam karke Prague ke kisi pub mein party kar raha hota.”
“Shayad isi liye Colonel ne mujhe bheja,” Kabir retorted while passing the ball. “Ki party ke chakkar mein mission compromise na ho jaye.” Pathaan made a face. Kabir did not react.
Laptop beeped. “Got it!” he exclaimed, dropping the catch this time.
Pathaan instantly came to the screen as he needed anything to break the boredom. “It’s an abandoned warehouse, 10 kilometers,” Kabir informed Pathaan.
“About time,” Pathaan said in a soft yet excited tone.
They suited up, each donning their tactical gear and checking their weapons. The night air was chilly as they made their way through the streets of Prague on their motorbikes.
As they approached the warehouse, Pathaan got on foot, moving stealthily ahead while Kabir maintained overwatch from a nearby rooftop. The faint hum of drones echoed in the distance as Kabir deployed his surveillance devices, providing real-time updates to Pathaan.
It was a long warehouse with two entrances, one from the east side and one from the west. Pathaan took out two guards stealthily like a predator. He noticed one of the drones above him and cheekily said, “Tu aur tere funtru.” Kabir did not respond, setting up his sniper, just in case. Pathaan installed several bombs along the wooden walls of the warehouse as they needed to destroy the arms from getting into the hands of, well anyone.
Through a small window Pathaan peeked in and saw Frank Bonetti with a few armed guards at the centre of the dimly lit warehouse. On a table there was a laptop and they were waiting for someone to show up on the other end. One of the drones dropped a small metallic ball to Pathaan and he slid it inside through the window. It was a mic, that Kabir was controlling. It fed to both Pathaan and Kabir’s earpieces. Kabir moved the ball closer to the men so they could hear their conversation. After all, the mission was to gather intel.
They heard a beep and a dark figure appeared on screen. A silhouette of a man, with thick Arab accent. Bonetti gave the man a code, a bunch of letters and numbers. There was no talk of any arms or a deal. Just then it dawned on Pathaan. “Kabir,” Pathaan said on the coms. “Ye warehouse khali kyu hai?” There were just a few old machines, like that of a factory, some oil drums and some old wooden crates which seemed to be there for ages, defintely not loaded with weapons for sale.. It looked like an abandoned warehouse. Kabir scanned the perimeter with his drones. There were no trucks or any big vehicles to carry any kind of weapons shipment.
“Deals do parties mein hoti hain,” Kabir thought out aloud. “Agar internet pe hi baat karni thi toh Prague ane ki kya zarurat thi?”
“Iss Frankie se hi puch lete hain,” Pathaan said with a sly smile. “Pathaan wait.. “Kabir tried to stop him but it was too late. Pathaan threw in two smoke bombs and entered firing through the east gate.
[okay, you can now imagine Pathaan’s theme playing]
Frank Bonetti’s men fired back. Pathaan dove for cover, returning fire with lethal accuracy. Kabir, got on his sniper and took out two of Bonetti’s men through the top windows of the warehouse. “Thanks,” said Pathaan. “Lekin main sambhal leta.”
“Yeah right,” said Kabir dryly.
Their teamwork was seamless despite their differences. Together, they cleared the warehouse with ease and Pathaan got Frank Bonetti on ground, his gun pointed at him. “Pathaan don’t kill him,” Kabir said knowing Pathaan might go overboard in enthusiasm. “Uss video call pe kaun tha pata lagana hai.”
“Where are the arms?” asked Pathaan. “There are no arms,” replied Bonetti in an Italian accent.
Pathaan shot him in the arm to establish he was not playing around. Bonetti screamed in pain. Kabir was keeping a watch through his sniper lens. He did not say anything. “There are no arms, believe me,” Bonetti tried to explain, gasping for air as he lay on the ground.
“Then why are you here? Who are you dealing with?” asked Pathaan.
“I was told to be here.”
“By Who?”
“They said I have to deliver a code and I will be paid.”
“Code for what?” Pathaan asked stepping on Bonetti’s fingers.
Bonetti screamed in pain but did not answer.
“Usse puch code kisse liya aur kisko diya. Video call pe kaun tha,” Kabir instructed Pathaan.
“Who gave you the contract? Who was on the other line? What is the code about?” Pathaan asked Bonetti.
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask. Ahh.. They paid me more than I ever earned in any arms deal,” answered Bonetti in pain.
“Who gave you the code?” Where did you go?” asked Pathaan.
“I didn’t. They came to my hotel room,” answered Bonetti one last time.
“Agar online hi dena tha toh koi bhi de sakta tha.” Kabir thought out loud, finally looking away from the sniper lens. “Fir Italy se Prague tak ek mamuli arms dealer ko kyu bheja?”
“Intelligence ke hisab se ye ek arms deal thi,” said Pathaan. “Par yahan na arms hain na koi money trail.”
“Unless..” Kabir said softly, his eyes moved from one corner to another as he tried to connect the dots. “Wo chahte the ki hume lage ye arms deal hai. Wo chahte the ki hum ye deal rokne ayein.”
Just then Kabir’s laptop beeped, the satellite picked up four vehicles approaching the warehouse from the west side. “It’s a setup,” Kabir said a little loudly. “Pathaan get out of there. Grab the laptop.”
Kabir sent two of his four drones towards the approaching cars as only those two had explosives on them. This would give Pathaan time to get out from the east gate till the other two vehicles reach the warehouse. Kabir started packing the sniper and his other gear.
Pathaan put away his gun and grabbed the laptop. He scanned the warehouse one last time, when Kabir’s laptop beeped again. Four more vehicles were approaching from the east side. 2 from the west. Pathaan was trapped. Kabir would not be able to help him from here. He tugged the laptop in his bag, took out the handguns and headed towards his motorbike.
Pathaan tried to sneak out of the warehouse from the east gate but was welcomed with bullets, so he got back in. He tried to look for another exit, but the windows were too small. Few men dressed in black suits and handguns entered the warehouse. Others with big guns, in t-shirts and trousers followed.
They spotted Bonetti and walked towards him. Pathaan tried to sneak past the big machines when one of the henchmen spotted him and opened fire. Pathaan dove for cover. He fired back. The men started spreading, Pathaan realized that he would be surrounded soon. He scanned the warehouse and spotted some oil drums in one corner. He fired and they explored, setting two men ablaze and diverting the attention of others. Giving him just enough time to sneak out through the west door. But luck was not on his side and men entered from that door as well. Pathaan was trapped, outgunned, out numbered.
[okay, you can now imagine Kabir’s theme playing]
A motorbike entered through the west gate without any rider. Two of the henchmen dodged the bike and it crashed against one of the warehouse machines. But it did it’s job, it diverted their attention. Two smoke bombs rolled into the warehouse reducing visibility and through the smoke entered Kabir, firing away handguns in both hands.
As he entered, Kabir kept shooting with one hand and looked at a small screen wrapped around his left wrist. He spotted Pathaan and moved towards him, taking cover behind the machines. Both sat while the men kept firing. “Kya kaha tha, akela kar lunga?” Kabir said cockily while handing Pathaan a new magazine for his handgun. Pathaan looked at him, trying hard to hold back his smile. “Kitne log hain?” Pathaan asked while locking his gun. Kabir checked the screen on his wrist, and said, “Kaafi. Shayad aur aa rahe honge. Nikalte hain”
Pathaan noticed a drone hovering outside the warehouse through the upper windows that was scanning and sending the feed to Kabir’s display on the wrist. “Tu aur tere funtru,” he said mockingly. Kabir ignored that and asked, “Laptop mila?” Pathaan tapped on his chest, where he had tugged the laptop behind his bullet proof vest. “Toh khatam karein partner?” Kabir asked showing Pathaan a grenade. “Toh khatam karte hain partner,” Pathaan replied while taking out the pin. Kabir threw the grenade and as it exploded, they came out of the cover, shooting. Two agents and four guns taking out enemies one by one. A cinematic frame worth the the cheers! (No, not goosebumps).
As the visibility was not clear, and it was futile to waste any more time, they preferred to sneak out the east gate than to engage with a bunch of stooges for no reason. Kabir threw a final grenade and they fled from the premises. As they got to a safe distance on foot, Pathaan detonated the bombs he had installed on the walls of the warehouse.
They kept walking for a while, adrenaline still coursing through their veins. Both didn’t speak until they reached a point where Kabir had called the team for extraction. As they boarded the extraction helicopter, Prague’s twinkling lights fading below them, Pathaan glanced at Kabir and said, “Toh Colonel Luthra ko pata tha.” Kabir took a moment and replied, “Pata nahi bhi toh shaq zarur hoga.” Pathaan gave a slight nod.
“Isse kuch milega?” Pathaan asked handing over the laptop to Kabir.
“Uhh.. I doubt,” replied Kabir with uncertainty. “Let’s see.”
Both sat quietly, looking outside at the sun that filled the morning sky with orange hue. With winds across their faces and puzzling thoughts in their minds..
‘Who was on the other end of the call? Why bait Indian agents in Prague? What was the code for? What is their plan…..?’
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