"I don't lose people, JK. I just give them a head start," Srikant grumbled, pulling a U-turn that earned him a chorus of angry honks.
"Papa, I forgot my science project on the dining table. You have to bring it. My grade depends on it!"
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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. "I don't lose people, JK
Srikant sighed, watched the target disappear around a corner, and signaled JK to take over the tail. "Copy that, Dhriti. I'm on it."
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"Siri, the target just switched to a motorbike. He’s lane-splitting. You’re going to lose him."