Ronnie’s finger hovered over the screen. Rangoon had been his friend. They had shared a cigarette in that very hotel room ten minutes before the “defenestration.” Ronnie had lit it for him. He hadn’t known the Index would record it so clinically.
The server room of the Central Intelligence Agency’s Far East Division was a cold, humming mausoleum of secrets. At exactly 2:17 AM, a single line of green text blinked onto a dormant terminal. Index Of Dishoom
ENTRY 89: OPERATION MIRRORHOUSE – DISHOOM PENDING. TARGET: [REDACTED – AGENT: KHANNA, ROHAN "RONNIE"]. METHOD: [REDACTED]. OUTCOME: PENDING. NOTE: AGENT HAS BECOME THE LOOSE THREAD. DISHOOM TO BE EXECUTED BY EXTERNAL ASSET. Ronnie’s finger hovered over the screen
The last thing he saw was the green cursor blinking patiently, waiting for the next entry. He hadn’t known the Index would record it so clinically
Ronnie didn’t run. He didn’t beg. He just closed the file, leaving the Index of Dishoom open on the screen.