"Our enemy is nameless, faceless. We don't know their numbers except that they are sure to be many. We don't know their weapons except that they are sure to be more sophisticated than ours. All we know is that they are desperate, and willing to do anything, go to any extreme. We don't know when they will attack, where they will attack, how they will attack - but one thing we do know - they will attack. For sure."

It started as a routine mission. Escort hardened terrorist and ISI agent Igbal Ansari from Chandanghad to Mumbai. It ended as a nightmare. The first escort team of police officers was ambushed midway, blown to bits. But a brave officer managed to ensure that Ansari did not escape. Now another team was being sent to do this job from Mumbai. DCP Anant Shrivastav "The Professor". A Police officer in the winter of his career, a failure in the establishment's eyes and more important, in his own. Now on the eve of his daughter's wedding, Shrivastav was being given this crucial assignment.

This was his one last chance to do something. Make a difference. Sr. Inspector Shekhar Sachdev. Street-smart, brave, but rotten to the core. An unscrupulous, amoral and self-serving officer for whom the line between good and bad, right and wrong had blurred a long time ago. He didn't want part pf any suicide mission, but he had no choice. Forced on the mission, he made his own agenda. Sub Inspector Ashwin Gupte. a young middle class rookie office on his first serious assignment, full of ambitions, hopes, values, good intentions. All about to be shattered.

He was going to find out the hard way that there was a massive difference between training school and the ground reality of the harsh, corrupt and violent world out there. You can't change the street, but the street will definitely change you. Three officers accompanied by two constables, now given the charge of escorting a dreaded terrorist, and a crucial witness in the case against him, from Chandanghad to Mumbai. A group of men all fighting their own demons who were going to confront some very, very real ones. Because someone out there didn't want them to get to Mumbai.

A nameless, faceless enemy who lurked in the shadows, who was always one step ahead of them. An enemy who would do all he could to stop them. Whatever it took. A three day assignment would become a never-ending nightmare. An overnight journey would become a journey into a dark world of brutality, corruption, conspiracies and terror, a journey into fear....

Where nothing was as it seemed....

Everyone was for sale....

And no one could be trusted....

Not even yourself...