Vikram? 

Vikram... Vikram... Vikram... Dev tried so hard to think who was Vikram. It made no sense. His dad was Krish. Who was this new guy Vikram? Something was wrong and fishy. Dev flipped the piece of paper. It was a map, to somewhere in New York. Dev believed the map would lead him to the gun and left in that direction.

Little did he notice the big beer bottle flying in the direction of the side of his face, completely catching him off guard. Blood trickled down his face. And he turned, growling.

Another beer bottle was flying in his direction. Dev caught it and hurled it back at the same person who threw it at him. The person's eyebrows started bleeding, making the blood trickle down and enter his eyes.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Dev asked.

"I'm police and I'm keeping you in custody until I feel you're not a threat to New York and myself."

"You've got to be kidding me. I'm not a threat!!"

"Pff. Say that to the inspector. And come on, I don't have all day."