The dense fog of the Punjab winter swallowed the village of Tarn Taran, rendering the vast mustard fields invisible. Inside a dimly lit, smoke-filled room, Jass sat staring at a cracked computer monitor. The glow from the screen was the only light in the room, reflecting off his anxious eyes.
"Step away from the machine!" Dhillon yelled, leveling his service pistol at Jass's chest. The dense fog of the Punjab winter swallowed
Panic seized him. He looked at the upload progress bar on his screen: 92%. The dense fog of the Punjab winter swallowed