"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.
He tracked the target into a narrow alleyway. Just as he was about to make the move, his phone rang. Not the encrypted work line—the personal one. The ringtone was a jaunty Bollywood tune he’d forgotten to change.
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He turned the car around. Saving the country was a full-time job, but surviving a parent-teacher association meeting without that volcano was impossible. As he drove back, he muttered to himself, "Special cell agent by day, delivery boy by lunch. I should really ask for a raise."
"Siri, the target just switched to a motorbike. He’s lane-splitting. You’re going to lose him." He tracked the target into a narrow alleyway
"Papa, I forgot my science project on the dining table. You have to bring it. My grade depends on it!"