-xxx Indian- -

He moves through the dust and neon — turban unwrapped, rifle slung low, a streak of vermillion across his brow. They call him the Ghost of the Ghats. No name. No number. Just a scar and a stare.

Classified. Deniable. Unforgettable. Would you like this adapted into a movie tagline, a character intro, or a short story opening? -XXX INDIAN-

The dossier says: “Eliminate with extreme prejudice.” He moves through the dust and neon —

Not a whisper, but a war cry. Not a shadow, but a storm. rifle slung low