Prologue:



Thud! Sounded the thick steel staff on

the paved ground. Banging it in a

threatening manner on the bare stone

floor once again, Satbir Singh turned

around in a slow and controlled manner.

Twirling his thick black pointed

moustache, he nodded and assured

himself things were alright. Clearing his

throat audibly, the tall towering Sikh was

about to enter his cabin for a cup of tea

when he suddenly noticed a weird

shadow like outline creeping towards the

Consort tower. Frowning irritably he

stretched his right arm and seizing his

staff, rose from his wooden chair. Then

picking up his trusty black torch with his

left hand, Satbir slowly pushed open his

cabin door and cautiously stepped out

into the darkness. For a few feet all he

saw was his own shadow now quite

large due to the shifting moonlight.

A blinding flash of headlights

momentarily forced him to...