"Bahut ho gaya. Ab maut aayegi!" (Enough of this. Now death comes!)

Villagers find Agniv crawling out of the rubble, half-blind, holding the Predator’s broken helmet.

A high-tech satellite crashes into the dense forest. Agniv, tracking another killer, witnesses a blinding light. He finds the wreckage—and the bodies. Men are torn apart, not by bullets, but by claws. Their spines are ripped out, hanging from trees like grisly trophies.

Suddenly, the heat shimmer distorts. Three red laser dots dance on his chest.

Antim Shikaar (The Final Hunt)

He limps to a cliff. He looks at the helmet, then at the setting sun.

He crushes the helmet’s eye-laser under his boot. The red light dies.