Evan sat in his command center, his sharp eyes scanning the holographic interface projected before him. His fingers hovered over the controls as he initiated a secure call to Mac.
RING…RING…
It barely took a few moments before the call was connected.
Mac had been overseeing the covert operations in Dilli, ensuring everything proceeded smoothly. Despite the vast layers of security and scrutiny, Mac had successfully managed to pull the wool over the ministry's eyes.
Stationed near the small base workshop close to Samvidhan Bhavan—the Prime Minister's official residence and a crucial meeting point for senior ministers—Mac answered promptly.
The backdrop of the call revealed the distant silhouette of the iconic sandstone dome, surrounded by layers of formidable security.
"Mac," Evan began, his voice low and steady, "What's your situation?"
