The olive and wristwatch

The location for the protests was only known to their leads, and just on the day of the protests, it was usually revealed to everyone. 

VTC has looked after Britishers and police, if they had planned anything, or what would their tactics be to suppress the revolt that rages among the youths of the country. It was all clear till a day before, but on the day of the protest, VTC informed the lead about the police's plan to violently suppress the protest at Ghosh Street, when they were almost ten minutes away from it. 

All of a sudden, the protest was aborted, and everyone was sent back to their work. 

The leader, S.S.Gwalior, called out for V.T.Calcutta, informing the whole situation and what he's going to do next. 

While heading back to the headquarters, V. was being followed by the police spy agents, whom he was unaware of, but an experienced executor saw him and attacked the spy; as a result, the spy went unconscious for more than three hours. 

And V. could finally deliver the information to the thinkers. 

After listening to this, Subhash exclaimed, What are these names? 

'Wait, let's see in those books!' Ashvini said

He lifted up the bed mattress by an inch with his left hand and grabbed a small book with his right hand.

It was a guide from the society, 

He opens up the index, tracing the chapters with his index finger, searching for something. 

'Look at this,' Ashvini said while showing a heading 

'Nomenclature for agents!' Subhash exclaimed 

"Nomenclature of code names" 

To keep the identity of the agents, it is necessary to give them a code, 

Which is easy to understand and decipher at any instant, 

The first letter is the initial of the name

The second letter is the designation 

And in the last is the city they belong to. 

'So, we know the belonging is from Gwalior and Calcutta, but what about the initial two letters?' Subhash question 

'As there is are huge probability of us being wrong with any of the predictions, the second s' could scientist, showman, or maybe sailor' 

Ashvini replied with an uncertain tone. 

 ******

In the gymnasium, which was owned by the I.I.L 

Haaaa… Haaa.. Haa… 

The sound of heavy punches, but on the walls, which produces an Echo. He was a man of not very tall height but with a bold appearance of a fighter, the blood was slowly shedding from his bare hands, which were as if painted red with it. The splashes were there on his naked chest, partially covered by a white muslin cloth. 

The blood drops on his mustache were dripping with every other punch. 

But the determination in his eyes was inspiring in itself, 

This has been observed by Subhash and Ashvini, standing near the boxing ring, warming up for practice. 

Stretching hands, legs, and the back, then putting their boxing gloves on, they climbed up, held up the ropes with one hand, and bent to enter the ring. 

Where the instructor was ready with the gears and practice equipment, 

Ashvini took his stance to practice punches over the gears worn by the coach 

'Let's see what you two got, amateurs!' the man shouted to him, who was standing near the wall 

Ashvini looked at him, 

Uhmm….. THAAKK…. 

Ashvini felt like a hammer had struck his face, and he fell down at the instant