She hit a single key. A live feed from a drone, recently deployed by the Punjab Police’s SWAT team, appeared on her third screen. The drone’s camera was locked onto the farmhouse. Thermal imaging showed seven heat signatures huddled in the basement.
"Age doesn't matter, Arjun," she said quietly. "The network does. And CMS just cut off its head."
Arjun’s blood ran cold.
Arjun’s voice crackled back, breathless. "Suspects detained. Handler is… he’s just a kid, Harjit. Nineteen years old. Engineering dropout."
The breach happened at 11:47 PM. Three gunshots. A scream. Then silence. cms punjab police
Arjun was already on his radio. "All units, converge on Sector 4, Tarn Taran. Suspects are armed. I repeat—armed."
And one of them was holding a satellite phone. She hit a single key
Sub-Inspector Arjun Singh slammed a paper file on her desk. "Dead end, Harjit. My informants are spooked. The ground is dry."