"Papa, why is your phone buzzing so much?" Atharv asked, suspicious eyes narrowing behind his milk glass. "Are you playing that spy game again?"
Srikant looked at the target, who was currently handing over a suspicious briefcase fifty yards away. Then he looked at the time. "Is it the one with the volcanic eruption?" he whispered. "Yes! Please!"
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Srikant froze, tucked behind a dumpster. He answered. "Dhriti? I'm in a meeting."
"Atharv, put the tablet down. Dhriti, if you’re late for school again, your mother will blame my 'mysterious paperwork' at the office," Srikant muttered, expertly swapping a charred slice of bread for a fresh one while simultaneously checking an encrypted text on his phone. "Papa, why is your phone buzzing so much
Ten minutes later, the "filing clerk" was gone. Srikant was weaving a beat-up hatchback through Mumbai’s soul-crushing traffic, his earpiece crackling with JK’s voice.
"It’s the Filing and Records Department, Atharv. Excitement is illegal there," Srikant lied smoothly, grabbing his briefcase. He kissed Suchitra on the cheek—avoiding her questioning gaze about why he was wearing his "sturdy" shoes for a desk job—and bolted out the door. "Is it the one with the volcanic eruption
"Siri, the target just switched to a motorbike. He’s lane-splitting. You’re going to lose him."