**BLACK SQUAD: EPISODE 130 — "UNDER SIEGE"**
### **SCENE 1 — OUTSIDE THE BUREAU: BOMBS IN THE SHADOWS**
**EXT. BLACK SQUAD BUREAU — NIGHT**
The night is eerily quiet. The faint rustling of leaves and distant hum of the city add an unsettling calm before chaos. The Black Squad Bureau stands tall, its sleek architecture illuminated by flickering floodlights. Beyond the fence, shadows move—silent and calculated.
Five men, cloaked in tactical gear marked with Herpeet Dongra's insignia, crouch near the bureau's perimeter. Their faces are obscured by helmets, but their precise movements speak of well-trained efficiency. The leader, a stocky man with a deep scar across his cheek, gestures to his team, signaling them to move forward.
**GOON LEADER (hushed):**
*"Stay low. No mistakes."*
One by one, they approach key structural points of the building. Each man carries a sleek, matte-black explosive device—compact but devastating. With mechanical precision, they attach the devices to the building's exterior: beneath pillars, near foundation points, and alongside the main entrance.
**GOON LEADER (to team):**
*"Activate the sequence. Red only. No premature detonation."*
The team adjusts settings on the devices, a faint *beep* emitting as red lights blink steadily. The leader inspects one device carefully, ensuring the timer synchronization is exact. He wipes his gloved hand across the scar on his cheek, his lips curling into a grim smile.
**GOON LEADER (into comms):**
*"Phase one complete. Holding for orders."*
He steps back, surveying the building with satisfaction as a storm brews in the distance. Lightning flashes briefly, illuminating their faces and the sleek façade of the bureau. The group retreats into the shadows, their mission far from over.
The camera pans upward, revealing the top floor of the bureau, where faint silhouettes are visible in the security room's glowing monitors. The storm grows louder, the distant rumble of thunder adding tension to the already precarious scene.
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### **SCENE 2 — ARJUN AND IMRAN: CHAOS IN MOTION**
**EXT./INT. ARJUN'S SUV — NIGHT**
Rain lashes against the windshield, obscuring the view ahead. The wipers groan under the strain as they sweep back and forth, barely keeping up with the downpour. The sleek SUV barrels down the wet road, its tires screeching slightly on sharp turns. Inside, tension hangs in the air like a storm about to break.
Arjun grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale from the force. His jaw is set, his eyes focused intently on the road. Beside him, a junior officer scrolls frantically through a tablet, the screen flickering as incoming reports flood in.
**OFFICER (urgently):**
*"Sir, HQ has confirmed multiple breaches—gunfire in the main hall. They're overwhelmed!"*
Arjun presses harder on the accelerator, the SUV jolting forward.
**ARJUN (gritting teeth):**
*"Tell them to hold. Qazi doesn't retreat—and neither do we."*
Lightning flashes in the distance, briefly illuminating the road ahead and the faces inside the vehicle.
Meanwhile, in Imran's convoy, the mood is just as dire. His car leads the group, headlights cutting through the darkness. Inside, the atmosphere is thick with apprehension. Imran sits in the front passenger seat, staring silently at his phone—his thumb hovering over a message from ACP Qazi: *"Protect the bureau at all costs."*
A young officer hesitantly breaks the silence.
**JUNIOR OFFICER (softly):**
*"Sir… if the bureau falls, does that mean—"*
Imran doesn't let him finish. His voice cuts sharply through the air.
**IMRAN:**
*"It's not falling. And Qazi doesn't lose."*
The officer lowers his gaze, chastised but reassured by Imran's unwavering determination.
Both convoys move forward with increasing urgency, the tires splashing through puddles and the engines roaring against the storm. Rain streaks down the windows as the camera pans out, showing the vehicles racing toward the bureau—a building now barely visible amidst the chaos and destruction engulfing its surroundings.
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### **SCENE 3 — INSIDE THE BUREAU: THE SLAUGHTER**
**INT. BUREAU MAIN HALL — NIGHT**
The once-imposing Black Squad Bureau is now engulfed in chaos. Dongra's men, clad in tactical gear, storm the main hall with ruthless efficiency, their movements sharp and calculated. Smoke billows from shattered windows and damaged walls, while the flickering fluorescent lights cast erratic shadows over the carnage below.
A group of officers attempts to hold their ground, barricaded behind overturned desks and chairs. Their firearms discharge rapidly, but the sound is dwarfed by the relentless roar of Dongra's forces advancing. The officers' faces are etched with fear and determination—they know the odds are against them, but they refuse to back down.
**OFFICER 1 (shouting):**
*"Hold them back! Don't let them through!"*
Another officer, pinned behind a desk, reloads his weapon with shaking hands. He raises his rifle and fires, managing to take down one of Dongra's men. But his victory is short-lived.
From the smoke, an attacker emerges and fires a single, precise shot. The officer collapses, his weapon clattering to the floor as his lifeless body falls against the barricade. Blood pools beneath him, soaking the shattered tiles.
**INT. CORRIDORS — NIGHT**
Dongra's men spread out, clearing every corner and room methodically. They break through doors with swift kicks, tossing smoke grenades into offices before advancing with weapons drawn. The screams of fallen officers echo through the empty halls.
A young officer stumbles out of an emergency exit, his face pale and streaked with blood. He clutches his side, his breathing ragged. He doesn't make it far—a bullet tears through his leg, and he crumples to the ground. Two attackers close in, finishing the job without hesitation.
**INT. SERVER ROOM — NIGHT**
The camera pans to the server room, its electronic equipment humming faintly amidst the chaos. Dongra's men plant small, explosive devices on the racks, syncing them to a central detonator.
**ATTACKER (into comms):**
*"Server compromised. Charges set."*
As the camera pans out, the distant sound of gunfire intensifies, mingled with the shouts and cries of the bureau's defenders. The Black Squad HQ, once a bastion of order and justice, has become a battlefield—its defenders dwindling with each passing moment.
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### **SCENE 4 — MONITORS OF DESPAIR**
**INT. SECURITY ROOM — NIGHT**
The small room is dimly lit, illuminated only by the faint glow of a dozen monitors that line one wall. Each screen displays live footage from around the bureau—shots of burning hallways, collapsing barricades, and officers struggling to hold their positions. The flickering images are a relentless reminder of the chaos outside.
Shreya sits in front of the console, her hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly that her knuckles have turned white. Her wide, tear-filled eyes dart between the monitors as the sounds of gunfire and shouting echo faintly from outside.
**SHREYA (whispering):**
*"No... no, this can't be happening."*
Her voice is shaky, barely audible, as though saying the words out loud will make them real. On one screen, she watches an officer fall, clutching his chest, as Dongra's men move forward with ruthless precision.
Behind her, ACP Qazi stands tall, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His face is impassive, his dark eyes scanning the monitors with calculated focus. Unlike Shreya, he shows no outward sign of fear or panic, but the tension in his jaw reveals the weight of the situation.
**SHREYA (frantically):**
*"They're everywhere, sir. We're losing them, one by one. What do we do? What can we—"*
Qazi places a steady hand on her shoulder, his grip firm but comforting. His voice is calm and steady, cutting through the chaos like a lifeline.
**QAZI:**
*"Shreya, listen to me. Panic doesn't win wars. Focus. They're trying to break us before they break the building. Don't let them."*
Shreya takes a shaky breath, nodding, and wipes her tears on the sleeve of her uniform. She adjusts the console, switching to different camera feeds in hopes of finding a tactical advantage.
**SHREYA (quietly):**
*"Okay... okay. Focus. We can still stop this."*
Qazi's eyes narrow as one monitor catches his attention. It shows a group of Dongra's men planting explosive charges near the eastern corridor. He leans forward, his voice commanding.
**QAZI (to Shreya):**
*"Zoom in on camera three. That's where they're planting the next round of explosives."*
Shreya nods, her hands flying over the keyboard. The camera feed zooms closer, revealing the masked men working with chilling efficiency.
**SHREYA:**
*"What do we do, sir? There's no one left to stop them..."*
Qazi straightens, his tone unwavering.
**QAZI:**
*"We buy time. Every second counts."*
He steps away from the console, his figure silhouetted against the monitors. For a moment, Shreya watches him go, her mind racing. Then, steeling herself, she turns back to the monitors, her fingers tightening into determined fists.
**SHREYA (to herself):**
*"We're not done yet."*
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### **SCENE 5 — SACHIN'S ESCAPE FROM THE LIFT**
**INT. BUREAU ELEVATOR — NIGHT**
The dim elevator shakes violently with each tremor from the ongoing chaos outside. The emergency light flickers erratically overhead, casting ominous shadows against the metallic walls. Sachin stands in the corner, bracing himself as the lift jerks downward suddenly, knocking him off balance.
Sweat drips from his brow as he struggles to pry open the malfunctioning control panel with the edge of his flashlight. Sparks flicker from the exposed wires, but the elevator doesn't respond. He slams his fist against the panel in frustration.
**SACHIN (muttering through gritted teeth):**
*"Come on... come on. I need to get out of here."*
He presses the emergency button repeatedly, but it emits only a faint, mocking beep. Another explosion reverberates through the building, louder this time, shaking the walls and floor. Sachin grabs hold of the railing as the elevator shudders violently.
The door begins to groan open, but only slightly—a gap just wide enough for a determined man to squeeze through. Sachin exhales sharply, steadying his nerves as he wedges his shoulder against the opening. With a strained grunt, he manages to force the doors apart.
**SACHIN (to himself):**
*"Not dying in here."*
He slips out into the darkened corridor, clutching his laptop bag tightly. The hallway is dimly lit, illuminated only by emergency lights casting faint beams of red and yellow. The sounds of distant gunfire echo ominously through the halls, accompanied by the occasional shouts of Dongra's men.
Sachin adjusts his bag, wipes the sweat off his face, and starts moving. His steps are quick but careful, his eyes darting to every corner for signs of danger. Each echo of gunfire spurs him forward, his determination outweighing his fear.
**SACHIN (muttering):**
*"Control room... get to the control room."*
As he turns the corner, the faint red glow of the control room sign comes into view. He slows his pace, his breathing uneven, and grips his sidearm tightly. For a moment, he hesitates, staring at the door ahead, knowing the stakes. Then, steeling himself, he moves forward.
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### **SCENE 6 — CONTROL ROOM: SEALING THE FATE**
**INT. CONTROL ROOM — NIGHT**
The control room hums with the faint sound of machinery, its monitors flickering erratically as warning notifications scroll across the screens. Sachin bursts through the door, slamming it shut and locking it behind him. His breathing is uneven, his forehead glistening with sweat from the effort of escaping the lift and navigating the chaos-filled corridors.
The room is in disarray—chairs toppled, papers scattered across the floor—but the central console remains intact. Sachin moves quickly, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he works to seal off the bureau's systems. Emergency alerts fill the monitors, flashing in angry red letters: *SECURITY BREACH*, *DATA COMPROMISED*. He navigates through the commands, locking down entrances and preventing further access to critical servers.
One of the monitors catches his eye—a live feed from the hallway outside the control room. Dongra appears on the screen, flanked by four armed men. They move steadily, their expressions focused and predatory, their weapons gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Sachin freezes for a moment, his heart pounding in his ears.
**SACHIN (muttering):**
*"No... not yet. I can't let him take this room."*
He reaches for his walkie-talkie with trembling hands, his voice cracking but urgent as he speaks into it.
**SACHIN (into comms):**
*"Sir, Dongra's coming. He'll be here in less than a minute."*
The crackling response from ACP Qazi is immediate, steady, and authoritative.
**QAZI (through walkie-talkie):**
*"Sachin. Don't let him take the control room. You know what to do."*
Sachin stares at the walkie-talkie for a moment, the weight of the words settling over him. He glances around the room, his eyes landing on the pistol holstered at his hip. With shaking fingers, he unholsters it and checks the chamber, ensuring it's loaded. He moves to the door, positioning himself against the wall just beside the entrance, his gun raised and ready.
The sound of footsteps grows louder outside, each one deliberate and echoing with menace. Sachin presses his back against the wall, his breath shallow, his heartbeat thundering. Then, silence.
The stillness stretches for what feels like an eternity. And then—*BOOM!*
The door explodes inward, the force of the blast hurling Sachin against the opposite wall. He crashes to the ground, the wind knocked out of him, his pistol clattering from his grip. Blood trickles down his forehead from where his head hit the wall, his vision blurry as he struggles to push himself up.
Through the haze, he sees Dongra step into the room, calm and composed amidst the destruction. His men fan out behind him, weapons raised, scanning for threats. Dongra's smirk widens as his eyes land on Sachin, who's trying desperately to crawl toward his weapon.
**DONGRA (mocking):**
*"I admire your dedication, officer. But loyalty only takes you so far."*
Sachin raises his head slightly, his expression defiant despite his injuries. He reaches for his pistol, his fingers brushing against the grip.
Dongra shakes his head slowly, his smirk turning cold. He raises his own pistol, aiming directly at Sachin's chest.
**DONGRA (quietly):**
*"Goodbye."*
The gunshot reverberates through the room. Sachin's body falls limp, his hand sliding away from the weapon as blood pools beneath him.
The camera lingers on Dongra's face for a moment, his cold, unflinching expression illuminated by the flickering monitors. Then, without another word, he turns and leaves the room, his men following silently.
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### **SCENE 7 — R.P. GUPTA'S AMBUSH**
**EXT. BUREAU ENTRANCE — NIGHT**
The storm intensifies, rain pouring relentlessly onto the ground and streaking the armored vehicle parked outside the bureau's gates. The headlights of the vehicle cut through the darkness, reflecting off the slick pavement as Dr. R.P. Gupta steps out, flanked by three armed officers. Gupta adjusts his glasses, squinting through the rain as he surveys the ominous silhouette of the bureau, illuminated briefly by lightning.
**DR. GUPTA (urgently, to officers):**
*"Stay close. Watch the corners—Dongra's men could be anywhere."*
The officers nod, their weapons drawn as they cautiously move toward the entrance. The sound of rain and thunder blends with their careful footsteps, creating an unnerving rhythm that fills the air.
Suddenly—*CRACK!* Gunfire erupts from the shadows. Dongra's men emerge from their hidden positions, their rifles blazing. Gupta ducks behind the vehicle as bullets ricochet off the metal frame, sparks flying in all directions.
**DR. GUPTA (shouting):**
*"Take cover! Fall back!"*
One of the officers manages to fire a few shots before a bullet catches him in the shoulder, spinning him to the ground. Another officer attempts to retreat, but he's struck down by a relentless barrage of fire. The third officer, cornered, holds his position as long as he can, but he too is overwhelmed, collapsing near the vehicle in a pool of blood.
Gupta's breathing is ragged as he clutches his chest, his glasses fogged from the rain. He tries to make a run for the entrance, but before he can move, two of Dongra's men close in on him from either side.
**GOON 1 (grinning):**
*"Got him. Bring him in."*
Gupta struggles, kicking and shouting as they grab him by the arms and drag him toward the bureau.
**DR. GUPTA (desperately):**
*"Let me go! You don't know what you're doing!"*
His protests fade as he's dragged through the rain-soaked entrance, the camera lingering on the lifeless bodies of the officers left behind.
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### **SCENE 8 — SACHIN'S SACRIFICE**
**INT. CONTROL ROOM — NIGHT**
The hum of machinery and the faint, crackling static from the monitors is broken by the sound of heavy boots echoing down the corridor. Sachin, slumped against the wall from the earlier explosion, groans as he struggles to lift himself. Blood trickles down the side of his face where the blast threw him against the hard concrete, and his breaths come in shallow gasps.
Through his blurred vision, he sees the shattered remains of the control room door. Smoke from the blast obscures the entrance for a moment, but then, like shadows emerging from the mist, Dongra's men appear. They move cautiously, sweeping the room with their weapons raised.
Sachin's hand inches toward his pistol lying a few feet away, every movement agonizing as his injuries slow him down. His fingers brush the grip of the gun when a low, measured voice freezes him.
**DONGRA (mocking):**
*"Ah, Sachin. Still trying to be a hero, are we?"*
Sachin looks up, his vision clearing just enough to see Dongra standing in the doorway. The leader of the assault is calm, almost relaxed, as though the chaos around him is merely background noise. He steps into the room, his boots crunching on shattered glass and debris.
Sachin manages to wrap his hand around the pistol and lift it, aiming unsteadily at Dongra. His arm trembles under the weight, his strength fading, but his determination burns fiercely.
**SACHIN (hoarsely):**
*"You won't... get away with this."*
Dongra tilts his head slightly, his smirk widening.
**DONGRA:**
*"That's the problem with you Black Squad types. So predictable. So stubborn. You'll die fighting for something that's already lost."*
One of Dongra's men steps forward, but Dongra raises a hand, stopping him.
**DONGRA (calmly):**
*"No. This one's mine."*
Dongra levels his own pistol at Sachin, his movements deliberate and controlled.
**SACHIN:**
*"Go... to hell."*
The shot rings out, echoing in the small, ruined control room. Sachin collapses, his body falling limp against the wall as his blood pools beneath him. Dongra lowers his weapon, his smirk fading into a look of cold indifference. He steps over Sachin's lifeless form, sparing him no further glance.
As Dongra exits the room, his men follow silently, leaving behind the shattered remains of the control room and the man who gave his life to protect it.
The camera lingers on Sachin's face, his expression calm in death, as the faint flicker of the monitors reflects the chaos raging through the bureau.
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### **SCENE 9 — FACE-OFF IN THE LOBBY**
**INT. BUREAU LOBBY — NIGHT**
The sound of rain battering against the shattered windows echoes faintly through the vast lobby, now dimly lit and eerily silent. The smell of gunpowder and charred debris lingers in the air. Dr. R.P. Gupta stumbles into view, dragged by Dongra's men, a bomb jacket strapped tightly around his torso. His glasses sit crooked on his face, and his breaths come in short, panicked bursts.
ACP Qazi and Shreya enter the lobby cautiously from an adjacent corridor, their weapons drawn. The moment Qazi's eyes land on Gupta, he freezes, his face turning grim. Shreya gasps audibly, her free hand instinctively covering her mouth as she stares at the bomb strapped to Gupta's chest.
Dongra steps forward, his movements slow and deliberate. The flickering emergency lights illuminate his cold smirk as he gestures dramatically toward Gupta.
**DONGRA (mockingly):**
*"Black Squad's finest. Brave, resourceful, but ultimately powerless. Tell me, ACP—what's the point of protecting your team when all you do is lead them to ruin?"*
Shreya tightens her grip on her pistol, her arm trembling as she aims directly at Dongra.
**SHREYA (furiously):**
*"You think you've won? You'll never get away with this!"*
Dongra's smirk widens as he watches her, amused by her anger.
**DONGRA:**
*"Oh, Shreya. Such passion. Such loyalty. But loyalty won't save you now."*
Suddenly, Shreya fires, her shot echoing sharply in the hollow space. Dongra moves with startling speed, ducking the bullet and retaliating instantly. His shot hits her arm, and she cries out in pain, dropping her weapon and falling backward against the wall.
**ACP QAZI (shouting):**
*"Shreya!"*
Shreya clutches her bleeding arm, her face contorted in pain as tears stream down her cheeks. Qazi steps in front of her, his gun raised once more, his voice steadier this time.
**ACP QAZI (calmly):**
*"Enough. Let her go—and let Gupta go. I'll give you what you want."*
Dongra tilts his head, his smirk fading slightly as he regards Qazi with interest.
**DONGRA (curious):**
*"What could you possibly offer me, ACP?"*
Qazi lowers his weapon slowly, his tone unwavering.
**ACP QAZI:**
*"Me. You take me, and you let them walk free. No negotiations."*
Dongra's smile returns, sinister and calculating. He steps closer, his voice dripping with mockery.
**DONGRA:**
*"A noble sacrifice. I can't resist. Fine—Shreya and Gupta go. But you're mine now."*
He gestures to his men, who seize Qazi and remove his weapon. Gupta and Shreya are released, stumbling toward the exit with wide, terrified eyes.
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**EXT. BUREAU PERIMETER — NIGHT**
Imran and Arjun's convoy screeches to a halt outside the battered gates of the bureau. The sight of Gupta and Shreya emerging stops them cold. Gupta gestures frantically at his chest, his voice trembling.
**DR. GUPTA (desperately):**
*"Don't come closer! There's a sniper on the roof! If we make a move, they'll detonate the bomb—everyone inside will die!"*
Arjun steps forward instinctively, his face a mix of anger and despair.
**ARJUN:**
*"Where's ACP sir?! What's happening in there?"*
Gupta looks away, unable to meet Arjun's gaze.
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**INT. BUREAU LOBBY — NIGHT**
Dongra stands face-to-face with ACP Qazi, his men flanking him on all sides.
**DONGRA (grinning):**
*"Welcome to the endgame."*
Suddenly—*BOOM!* The sound of the explosion tears through the night. Fire and debris engulf the bureau, the shockwave sending Arjun and Imran flying backward.
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**EXT. BUREAU PERIMETER — NIGHT**
Arjun crawls to his knees, his face streaked with soot and blood. His voice cracks as he cries out, his pain raw and unfiltered.
**ARJUN (screaming):**
*"ACP SIR!"*
He collapses, unconscious, as flames consume the building behind him.
**FADE OUT.**
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