Amar: You know what... she might be a Vishkanya. Mike: What? Wish Kenya. Hmm. Guess what. I wish I was actually in Kenya on a lion safari than here. While Mike snorted into the hookah, both Amar and Traktor howled with laughter "Vishkanya. A Vishkanya is a lady charmer with a poison at the end of her charm. Literally meaning 'Poison Lady" a Vishkanya was a spy set up by kings to unearth secrets and later poison kill their enemies. Yu is your vishkanya. And you fell for her. The deeper you fell into love with her the deeper you got entangled into her web of deceit and you almost returned without finding the truth of the virus. You thought it was ganglord. Lord! No. It was the state all along. A clever, cunning, cruel state with a smooth layer of intelligent charm." Amar's face did not hide his varied emotions as he revealed all this to the incredulous looking Mike. Mike had gone into a coughing fit with the hookah snorts. Mike didn't like what he had heard. "Trying to be James Bond huh Mike!" Mike didn't feel amused at all. Neither did the other two. But Mike just didn't believe him. They walked through the forested mountain and steep ridges. Looking down the ridge, Mike was reminded of the Grand Canyon.