Neel Dervin and the Dark Angel (8 page)

“He‟s been surprisingly understanding through this whole thing.” Neel‟s mother
remarked. “I think it‟s because he has children too. But from tomorrow,I‟m sure he‟ll be
back to being a mix of Napoleon and Genghis Khan.”

“Well, Neel seems completely finenow.” Mrs. Ghoshsaid. “The situation is under
control, hopefully. And we‟re right next door if there is anyunexpected emergency.”

 

“Neel?” Priyankalooked at him as he sat staring at the centre of the table. “Are you all
right?”

Neel looked up at her, a strangely contemplative expression on his face. Ever since
waking up in the hospital he had felt confused and terrified. Alone in his room, the sense of
loneliness and fear he had experienced had been almost overwhelming. But now, sitting at the
table with his family and friends, surrounded by good will and concern, he felt a burst of
happiness and comfort. Tomorrow he would see where the serum would take him, but tonight
he would sleep better knowing that he wasn‟t as alone as he had thought, and that he had so
many people in his life who cared about him.

“I‟m fine.” he said with a smile as he reached out for yet another parantha.

 

* * *

The next day Neel got up at seven, and lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling. He had a
week long holiday from school, during which time he would be working with Doctor Fahim
on understanding and managing his new abilities. Thoughts about what was going to happen
to his when he would meet the doctor filled his mind as he went slowly to the sink to brush
his teeth.

Upon going downstairs for breakfast, he found his mother getting ready to go to office
for an early shift. She greeted him with a hug and an enquiry about his health. After assuring
her yet again that he felt fine, he went into the living room to turn on the television.

“So you just relax today, alright?” his mother called out from the kitchen as she prepared
their breakfast. “I might be a little late, so I‟m leaving your lunch in the fridge.”

“
Okay.” he said. Neel knew she felt guilty about the amount of time she had to spend at
the office. Hewished she wouldn‟t worry so much. “I‟ll have lunch and thenI‟ll go for a ride
on my cycle. Just to stretch my legs.”

“Don‟t be silly,
Neel.” his mother said, coming out of the kitchen and staring at him in
surprise. “Youcan‟t go anywhere on your cycle.You need to rest. That‟s why you‟ve gotten
leave from school.”

“Yeah, but mom, I‟m sick of staying in a room all the time.” Neel said. “The doctor
s told
me to do some light exercise. I‟ll just ride over to the bridge for a while.” The bridge offered
a picturesque view of the area around it, and the giant steps built under it were often filled
with people who came to enjoy the scenery.

His mother hesitated. “I don‟t know...” she said dubiously.

 

“Please, mom.” Neel said earnestly. “I‟ll go crazy staying inside the house for so many
days.”

 

She sighed. “Fine, you can go. But don‟t ride fast, and come back soon.
And be very,
very careful.
” she ended with a warning glare.

 

“Thanks.” Neel saidwith a grin. “Have fun at your office.”

 

“Thank you, honey.” His mother kissed him on his forehead and left.

Neel spent the morning roaming around the house, watching television, flipping through
some magazines, working harder than ever to keep the speed of his mind under control, and
feeling the pleasurable laziness which comes from bunking school. After a couple of hours
however, the various speculations going through his mind about what was going to happen to
him that day brought back the feeling of confinement he had experienced the day before. He
went up to the terrace of his house, and entered the nest.

The nest was a little room on the terrace of Neel
‟s house at the far edge. It had been
there when Neel and his mother had moved in. No one knew what it was supposed to be. It
had no roof at the top, so they had placed a makeshift covering of tin sheets on it which
creaked loudly whenever the wind blew too hard. The windows and door of the room were
also empty, and it was not possible to use it as an ordinary room. It had been nicknamed the
nest by Neel‟s mother since Neel, Aryan and Priyanka used to spend so much time there
when they had been very young. It had been a favorite playing area for them, and there still
remained a blue chest beneath the bench in a corner of the room which was crammed with
their old toys.

Neel sat on the three old benches, and gave himself up to speculating about what was
going to him when he met Doctor Fahim. The doctor had said he was going to become a part
of the experiment, and trained to use his powers correctly. Since this was a government
operation, he was fairly certain that meant being trained like the soldiers in the army. He
wondered whether he would be enlisted in the army or the navy or the air force when his
training ended. Images from various movies filled his mind. His thoughts drifted dreamily
through James Bond, Universal Soldier, The Matrix and The Terminator. Perhaps it would be
cooler to be the T-1000 rather than 007. Or better yet, Neo. As he dwelt on the possible
future, his imagination soared, and he became lost in daydreams where he had become the
youngest army recruit in the history of the world, and saw himself felling thousands of
enemies with effortless blows, forgetting for the moment that he had never been in any actual
fights outside mock wrestling matches with Aryan on their beds, and the playground in the
nursery, where the most he had ever done was roll around a lot in the dirt with a classmate
until the teacher stopped them.

The daydreams only served to increase his feelings of nervousness and excitement, and
he spent the rest of the time again wandering around the house, switching on the television,
flipping through magazines and listening to songs, glancing repeatedly at the clock.

Finally, at ten o‟ clock he had
a hasty lunch, barely noticing what he was eating. He
headed for his cycle. The accident had left the cycle severely battered, and the handle and the
carrier seat had had to be completely replaced. The tires had punctured on the day that the
accident occurred. He had had them fixed before setting out for tuitions, and now they had
been replaced as well. Except for the slightly skewed front end, the bike seemed reasonably
fine. It had once belonged to his father, and he was very fond of it. He locked his house,
pocketed the keys, swung onto his cycle and left.

Instead of going to the coaching institute, he headed to the spot Divya had told him
about. It was outside a civic building. It seemed strange thata more private spot hadn‟t been
picked for the meeting. Neel wondered what the coaching institute had been told about his
absence. Presumably it wasn‟t a big a problem to solve for the people he was working with.
He placed his cycle in the cycle stand outside the building and waited.

Exactly at eleven, a white, nondescript car with a dirty bumper and tinted glasses
appeared on his side of the road, stopping in front of Neel.

He peered through the front window as it was rolled down. The car was empty except
for the driver, a broad shouldered man with dark eyes and a quiet, watchful expression. His
hair was cut short and he wore a plain, dark grey shirt. He had a slight, scraggly beard and
moustache that did not hide the determined jaw. He stared intently at the young boy for a
moment, as though silently assessing him.

“Hello,Neel.” the man said finally in a deep, quiet voice, leaning out the side of the car.
“I‟m supposed to take you to DoctorFahim.”

 

Neel hesitated, realizing that he could be making a very big mistake by getting into the
stranger‟s car. The man noted his hesitation and nodded in approval.

 

“Yes, you should be careful, and so should I.” he said. “So why don‟t we confirm each
other‟s identities first? I believeyou‟ve been told a password?”

 

“Oh, right.” Neel said in relief. He had forgotten about the password. “My password isApha.”

“Good.” t
he driversaid. The corners of the man‟s mouth twitched, as though he was
trying to stop himself from smiling, before returning to aserious line. “And to that my reply
is- Too young.”

As Neel got into the car, he wondered who had chosen the passwords.

The car swung onto the main road, gliding past the other vehicles. Even in the traffic,
the driver rarely touched speeds of less than seventy. Neel sat on the edge of his seat, feeling
awkward and wondering what to do or say. He had a lot of questions to ask, but he wasn‟t
sure how far he was supposed to trust the driver with information.

“You know, the seat won‟t bite you.” the man said. Looking up, Neel saw the man
glance at him out of the rear window, even as he steered the car expertly through the traffic.

 

Neel nodded, and sat back more comfortably in the seat. He looked at the man,
intending to ask his name, but instead blurted out, “Where are we going?”

 

“You‟ll see soon.” the man replied, his eyes on the road. “This is a top secret operation,
and they‟ve taken a lot of trouble to keep it that way.”

 

“Who is „they‟?” Neelasked. “I‟ve only met Doctor Fahim and Divya.”

“
Well, I suppose Doctor Fahim can be calledthe technical advisor.” the man said. “The
men in charge are very important people in theirfields. You‟ll meet them all soon enough. So
tell me, how have you been feeling these past few days?”

“Um… what do you mean exactly?” Neelasked cautiously. “How much do you know
about me?”

The man stared impassively at the traffic in front of them
. “Well, I know your name is
Neelanchan Dervin. You‟re an only child and live with your mother at two eight nine A by
two, Mira Street. You have a grandmother who lives in the village of Samar. You‟re a
protestant Christian. You attend Elvitar‟s academy. Your school record is steady if
unimpressive. You are not a member of any team or club and have few close friends. You
were recently injured in an accident which has turned you into the first subject under project
Alpha. You were contacted by Doctor Fahim and his aide Miss Divya Nayak. And now you
are on your way to meeting them again.” He glanced up at Neel In the rear view mirror. “So
now I‟m asking you again. How are you feeling?”

“I‟m fine.” Neel said, feeling quietly stunned.

The driver seemed to sens
e his reaction. “Don‟t worry.” he said. “Any information
pertaining to you is highly classified. I‟m actually one of the very few people that know who
you are. You can trust me.”

Neel nodded, and knew he did. The man
‟s manner was distant and reserved and he was
still essentially a stranger, but there was a reassuring strength and honesty in his quiet, deep
set eyes, eyes that seemed to have aged a lot in a short time.

Neel gave him a brief account of his health as it had been for the last few days. He also
mentioned his enhanced senses, and how hard it was to keep his brain under control. The man
received the information quietly, with brief nods, and the rest of the trip passed in silence.

After half an hour, Neel saw that they had come to the outskirts of the city. They
seemed to be in a military area. All of the young men were sporting crew cut hair, and moved
with the erect bearing of the military. After a few minutes, they pulled into a building with a
large open ground, where Neel saw some young men marching in order to the side. The guard
at the gate took a brief look at the driver‟s card and nodded to his partner. The gates swung
open and the car swung around the opening, away from the marching soldiers and towards a
small building. The driver took the car inside the building and stopped. Neel looked around,
expecting to see Doctor Fahim. But the room was empty, and looked as though it had not
been used for a long time. It only contained some rickety desks, a built in cupboard, and a
pile of lumber in a corner. An ancient fan creaked from the wind that had blown in from their
arrival.

“This complex is the training base for the
fire fighting crew of Delhi.” the driver said,
getting out of the car and opening Neel‟s door. “We‟re inside one of their old offices, which
were made in nineteen forty, during the time ofIndia‟s war of independence.” He walked
over to an old switchboard, Neel behind him. He switched on two alternate buttons and
pressed a hinge behind the board. Neel heard a click, but as far as he could tell, nothing
happened.

“This place was also the site for
the gathering of freedom fighters during the nineteen
forties war effort.” the man continued. “It had some very efficient escape routes which had
been developed over a long period of time. We found references to this place in some old
documents. So when plans were being made for the training program, we had the escape
routes modified for our purposeafter unearthing them. Literally.” The man opened the
cupboard and ran his fingers along the edge of the wood. Neel saw a tiny button, which
seemed to have slid out of the wall. The man touched the button. The entire back wall of the
cupboard swung open smoothly. Neel stepped around the man and peered inside. His jaw
dropped.

He was staring into a very long tunnel. It was about ten feet by twelve feet wide and
seemed to go on forever. Small bulbs embedded in the ceiling at intervals provided a weak
and uncertain light. Neel‟s companion shut the gate behind them, and Neel was suddenly
surrounded by near complete darkness and the smell of musty, dank earth. There was a small
car a few feet away from them. The man led the way towards it, and the two settled inside.

If the man had driven fast before, it was nothing compared to his speed now. The car
rarely touched speeds below ninety, and they swung around deeper into the tunnel, which
undulated before them like a giant maze. Neel hung onto the side of the car, expecting every
second to crash into a looming wall. He wondered how the man knew which turn to take.

When he asked this question over the loud wind, the man pointed towards the ground,
where extremely thin neon markers had been placed which shone faintly in the gloom.