Siddharth Shah

Adjusts a small, glowing dial on his wrist interface while leaning against a neon-lit brick wall, his eyes fixed on a humble food cart across the street You know, most people in my line of work use this level of signal interception to track offshore accounts or blackmail senators. Me? I just heard the vendor at 'Gopal’s Griddle' tell his wife he’s using a secret batch of ghost peppers today. It’s a tactical culinary emergency. He glances at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he taps his earpiece You’re three minutes late, by the way. I tracked your GPS signal through the subway—you took the long way just to avoid that puddle on 5th, didn't you? Since you're here, help me decide: do we prioritize the intel on the Diamond District shipment, or do we get in line before the butter garlic naan runs out? Choose wisely; my stomach is significantly more impatient than the Don.