I see no chance of re-starting it in the regular form. So, here is a summarized ending
Kerim Obijuo was the leader of nine men. He was a small time pirate who worked on the fishing craft and small freighters that plied the troubled waters of Somalia. A few months ago, his life was changed drastically. He and his men where hired by what he thought was a group of mercenaries. They had settled down in a lightly wooded area near his village. They were foreigners, who looked different than his own people or the Arabs from the north. In his country that had no government, firepower was power, and Kerim was hired, with a good salary that could easily dwarf the pittance he used to earn by plying the waters. Still, he was a bit resentful about the military like ways of the group.
One late evening, while he was sitting lazily in his hut that served as a command post that controlled the outer perimeter, Kerim’s team were subjected to a sudden, surprise attack. Though he was constantly being asked to be wary of such an attack by his bosses, Kerim used to laugh it off inside. Given the geography of the place, it was incredible how the attack came. A small group of fighters appeared from nowhere, mounted on a few small, four wheeled vehicles. They moved with deadly precision, and knew where exactly the highly camouflaged sentry posts were. After seeing two of the sentry posts explode in a fireball after the familiar woosh of the RPG, Kerim decided that it is neither worth nor sensible to fight the intruders. He yelled the code to abandon the fight into his radio, and dove to the nearest hiding place. He preferred to fight another day.
The fight did not last too much. Even though the campers, along with another local team similar to Kerim’s who foolhardily decided to stay on, had put up a good fight, they were no match to the highly efficient intruders. As he watched from his hiding place, Kerim noted the shooting move further in, and die off eventually. The fight was apparently over. It was time to make himself scarce, and take stock of what is left of his team. Kerim crawled out from the bunch of firewood, but before he could turn around the corner, he felt the cold of a barrel on his neck. No words were exchanged, but the guns speak their own languages. Kerim Obijuo was taken prisoner, without any resistance or noise.
Kerim spoke passable English. This aided the intruders to find a lot of information about their quarry. Kerim sang true like a canary. He held no loyalty to his (former) employers. He was deemed to be a useful implement, and the garuds decided to keep him in that capacity.
Kerim didn’t know much about the men who ran the camp. He gladly recounted what he know. He was approached by the local shop owner, and he was led to meet someone by name Isow. He was a suave and well built man in his fifties. A deal was soon struck for Kerim and his men to serve the new comers. The official line was that they were prospecting for minerals in the area, but Kerim was no fool to swallow that. But it was not really his business to meddle, as long as he was paid his due. Till date, that end was met satisfactorily.
Isow was the commander, and it was him who dealt with Kerim and the other locals. The locals were never allowed beyond the inner perimeter manned by the camp’s own soldiers, but Kerim knew that there are at least fifty men, all mercenary like, who camped inside. Often, the local hires were ordered to move to their rooms, while some important activities were carried out. Once again, he decided that it won’t be in his interest to be too curious.
The residents of the camp had suffered major casualties. Unlike Kerim and his men, the other team of locals fought valiantly, but unfortunately, they were outsmarted and out gunned by the intruders. The fight was going down really bad, almost to the last man and last bullet. But the bullets ran out before men, and the commandos could take the survivors, including the leaders, into their custody. They were appraised to expect the campers to go the suicide route. The ingenious use of certain chemical cocktail that would induce sleep had helped to avoid the situation.
Jinendra Renaweera walked in following Raghunandan. Two garuds accompanied a step behind, with their weapons at ready, and eyes constantly scanning for danger. It took them a moment to recognize the tall man in full combat gear. Ramanathan had categorically refused to take Raghu and Jinendra for the shooting match. Even though they had parted only hours ago, they could not really recognize the man with all the dirt, soot and filth. With a cocky smile and an overdose of courtesy, Ramanathan opened the door to the inner chamber and waved his guests in.
Inside, there were three chairs, with three men sitting, with their hands and feet securely tied. Armed commandos stood, with their weapons trained at the men. The men were sitting in utter defiance, and they only glanced to the door when the new comers entered. A deliberate hiss of disgust welcomed Raghu, which gave way to a gasp when the face of Jinendra came to light.
Ramanathan took a step forward with a dramatic effect. “Your Excellency,” he addressed Jinendra trying hard to avoid any tone of sarcasm. “Pleasure to introduce Isow Divianathan.” He said, waving to the man sitting to the right.
Jinendra stood speechless, but he was not looking at Isow, better known as Divia in his records. Isow Divianathan was the brains behind the separatist organization. He was responsible to mobilize the world wide support machinery for the organization, and serve as the de facto foreign minister and spokesman. He lived abroad, and visited the island nation only occasionally. When things went really bad for the ‘leader’, Divia vanished from the public eye, and also from the tracks of the intelligence organizations of the countries involved. The government of Dharmendra Renaweera did whatever possible to get hold of him to no avail. Finally, they had to cook up a story of his demise to satisfy the curious. The appearance of a live Divia would leave a lot of trouble for the president.
But the trusted deputy of the president was not thinking about that right now. His eyes were stuck at the shorter stubbier man sitting in the middle with a visible smirk.
Isow Divianathan sensed the trouble. He tried to speak, but had to clear his throat multiple times before he could. “Your Excellency..” He finally managed to say with some clarity. “Allow me to introduce you to our National Leader. I take it that you would grant him all the courtesies his stature demands”
Raghu felt that a lightning hit the inhabitants of the room. Jinendra tried hard to stay focused. His eyes were frantically scanning the round, multi chinned, smirking face for clues of being fake.
The evil that everybody thought to be dead was sitting there, very much alive.
Ramanathan moved forward, completely ignoring the drama and the predicament of his coilleagues. He moved to the third chair, and poked the face of the young man sitting there to life it up to the light.
“Is this your man?” He asked a bewildered Raghu, with total irreverence. The pomp of the two other men deflated instantly. Raghu took a step forward and took a good look at the young man.
“Yes.” He said with a chuckle. “Here is Angu Thevar, aka Sebastian, aka Simon Mariadas. Fugitive for the government of India.”
Seeing the change in atmosphere, Isow jumped in. He boldly claimed that the camp was his sovereign territory, and the intruders have no right to incarcerate them. Simon was the son of the leader, and hence heir apparent. He can not be arrested, claimed Isow.
“As far as I am concerned” Ramanathan said with an evil smile “You are just a bunch of pirates. I don’t care if you are real, fake or even a ghost. It would help you to consider that I am as lawless and as a pirate as anyone, and I wouldn’t care much to shoot you or give you off to the best bidder.” He watched the visible shudder on the face of the much feared leader. Ramanathan barked a command to his commandos to watch the prisoners well, and deny them any food or water. He then turned on his heel, facing a surprised and speechless Raghu and Jinendra. The three men walked out of the cabin. Once outside, the evil pirate in Ramanathan had mysteriously evaporated, and they started planning the next move.
Jinendra was adamant that this ‘leader’ was an impostor. Probably one of the body doubles that the real leader used to employ. He claimed that he himself had been at the death scene of the real leader, and there was no question in his mind that it was the real man. This was a really tricky situation, that needed very careful handling. After multiple sessions of consultations and conferences, it was decided to take the prisoners out to the sea, and record the arrest of Simon, and take him back to face the legal proceedings of his latest crime. The other men will be held till the identities and back stories could be verified. INS Mysore promptly sailed out, and the men were transferred on board. Later that day, a helicopter took Simon to Mogadishu, to board a chartered flight to face his fate. The prisoners continued on board, and eventually landed at some unknown naval port to be transported to some unknown detention facility.
DNA tests were conducted, with still confusing results. Simon’s DNA did not match either the ‘live leader’ or the ‘dead leader’. Upon Raghu’s insistence, it was matched to the DNA of Samuel NAnbunayakam, and it matched. Simon was, after all, the son of Samuel. This information was never revealed to anyone.
Jessica and Jennifer were brought in, and allowed to see the ‘leader’ from behind a one way mirror. Jessica turned to a stony silence, while Jennifer frantically ran forward, calling for her father. It took some effort to calm her, and prevent her from breaking the glass. She was promised a chance to meet her father, and a meeting was arranged. Though the little girl went all emotional on seeing her ‘father’, the response from the ‘leader’ left a lot to be desired. Jennifer herself was very depressed after the meeting, even though she adamantly insisted that it was indeed her father, and her leader.
The DNA, however, didn’t match. It did not match the stored profile of the ‘dead leader’ either. Jessica never went back from her claim that Jennifer was indeed the daughter of the leader. It reached a stage where there was no further use for the women. They refused to go back to the island, so they were taken to the only facility that is assured to be secure. The one inside the tiger reserve.
Despite so much of effort by the nations involved, a clear identification on who was the real leader could not arrive at. Dharmendra demanded that Isow and the fake leader be extradited to his country. But the other nations summarily objected to the idea. Finally, it was decided to move them to a secure facility while investigations continue. No one heard about them thereafter.
The only thing the public came to know was about the valiant efforts by the Indian Navy to apprehend the escaped criminal. He was subjected to a fair trial, and everyone let a satisfied sigh when the capital punishment was vested upon him. But he is expected to spend a long, boring time in the prison, going through the appeals process.
The vessel M V Alor Gajah was abandoned. It was reclaimed by the coast guard, and auctioned off. The poor fishermen who lost their lives got nothing. However, a crackdown in the coastal areas of the state netted a number of ‘undocumented aliens’ who were subjected to the due process of law.
Anish Kurup made a full recovery and went back to his business. The trusty Passat was written off, and he bough an exactly similar car. His habits are hardly changed.