From Afar…
Lady Butterfly was perched on the iron bars of a telecom tower, her body wrapped in black as usual, her binoculars fitted with high-range lens enhancements. Through them, she had a clear view of Vikram's garage.
She watched, intrigued, as he laid out every herb, every stone, every tool, with robotic precision. Her camera clicked silently, frame after frame.
"Still no clue," she murmured to herself. "What the hell is he doing?!!!."
She had sent pictures of the snow-leopard marked briefcase the day before, and the headquarters of Golden Skull had just replied.
The symbol belonged to Rana Family, hidden rulers of Nepal, known in underground networks but wiped clean from public records.
Butterfly's eyes narrowed. "Why is the Rana family sending cryo-pods to a powerless man?"
She transmitted more pictures—this time, of the Moon Jade cauldron, every pattern Vikram had carved onto it. Her message was clear:
"Find out what this stone structure is for. Priority task."
