Mandeep s'est assis tranquillement au point de rencontre. Il nettoyait son aigle du désert, vérifiait ses munitions. Il était arrivé à l'avance, comme d'habitude.
Quand il eut entendu la promesse de soixante-dix mille roupies, il accepta aussitôt. C'était une tâche assez facile : en dix à quinze minutes, deux gangs se rencontraient et faisaient un trafic de drogue. Lui et d'autres employés devraient arrêter l'affaire. C'est simple. Il n'avait jamais entendu parler de l'un ou l'autre des deux hommes qui organisaient le marché, mais apparemment un seul devait être laissé intact si Mandeep voulait rester en vie : le chef de la mafia indienne. L'absence de sirènes de police ou de voitures sans arrêt était agréable, et il se baignait au soleil. Quelques oiseaux ont tweeté, et une brise fraîche a balayé son air et sa chemise.
Maintenant, il commença à se demander qui seraient ses compagnons dans cette opération. Seraient-ils très qualifiés dans ce genre de choses, ou relativement nouveaux comme lui?
Name: Mandeep JHAVERI
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Religion (Most Indians are Hindu, Taoist, Buddhist or Muslim): Hindu
Weapons of choice (what they prefer): Shotguns
Weapon on them (what they physically own, on their person and in their arsenal at home): Desert Eagle he won gambling
Known to the law and police force: 1/10 (Criminal Record: stole food when he was young)
Corruption level: 4/10 (Willing to do certain things, but not murder, for money)
Personality: Calm, level-headed, inconspicuous, ambitious
Bio (I don't really believe in infodumping here, write what you want if at all to be honest):
Mandeep's father was a rug merchant, who sold the rugs his mother made. His parents had had an arranged marriage. His father died at 40 of diabetes, and he had to start working as a rug merchant despite the possibility of continuing his studies. He managed quite well, until one day he and his mother were mugged. During the mugging one of the muggers got a excited and bashed her on the head, killing her. Mandeep flew into a rage and took out his knife, killing each of them. One got away, but he chased after him and stabbed him to death. After that, having no more rugs, he had to sell the company and instead start doing odd jobs. Construction, delivery, bodyguarding. With a few bribes here and there he and his sister managed to survive.
That was until the day she contracted AIDS. They had nowhere enough money to help her medicate for it. So he started selling his possesions, but it was not enough. Finally, he turned to more dangerous jobs. This is one of his first few, his third to be precise. The last two were small robberies. This is the first one where he might die. But he'll do anything for the rupees.
Killable: Yes