"If there are more, they'll be late," replied Mandeep. He holstered his gun and got up. "I've done this and that. There's money to be made here, and I need the money," he said, answering Dajil's question. He vaguely heard a car in the distance. "Could be one of our men. Let's go see."

He started to walk out of the room and leaned on the wall to the side of the door, waiting for the others. He took out his own cheap brand cigarettes and started puffing one as he waited for the other two to follow him. 70,000 rupees... Enough to help his sister for some time. He'd need more though, eventually. The 50,000 rupees he'd won on his last job had nearly ran out. He fiddled with his gun, thinking about what to do if things went wrong. Just shoot them both dead, he supposed. That would be trouble though, and could lead to some conflict with the Indian mafia, never a good thing.