Bikaner, India
Day Three
Jane surveyed the procession that marked the official beginning to the annual Bikaner Camel Festival. If she were prime minister of India, there was no way she’d risk her life by attending an occasion like this in person. Opportunities for an assassin were everywhere.
Fortunately, as a British PSYOPS and counter-intelligence officer, Jane was good at her job.
It was more than just her studies in psychology; she naturally saw threats and problems everywhere. That double-edged sense of paranoid perception stemmed from childhood, when her basic need for security hadn’t been met. She saw the world as a dangerous place, the glass half-empty, the hike uphill both ways. Those tendencies gave her excellent covert ops skills, but they hadn’t worked so well for her home
