"CBI," Arjun snapped, flashing a badge so quickly the guard barely saw the emblem. "We have a warrant for an unsanctioned vault. Move."

Relieved, she watched as they loaded the "evidence" into heavy trunks. The team marched out the front door, loaded the van, and drove off with a siren wailing.

The doorbell of the Minister’s mansion didn't just ring; it announced authority. When the heavy oak doors swung open, four men stood there in crisp safari suits, clutching leather briefcases.