This is Gōlaka. Here, the Indo-Iranian nations are a superpower.
Ah, Rajasthan... In this world, there are more people than you think. But at least its deserts are still vast. And the Aravalli Mountains never cease to inspire...or make traffic through them difficult.
This is where the Thar Desert meets the Aravalli Mountains. Their tallest peaks are around 1500 meters tall. They're on the dry side of a rain shadow.
In a way, this is where the Pakistani States meet the Indian ones. Hence, a lot of human smuggling happens here. It's where two worlds collide...right where two worlds mean to diverge and stay gone.
No doubt about it; Pakistan and India are happily divorced. Hence, it seems crazy that anyone would want to smuggle themselves into one society from another...if it was truly "against the rules."
High over the mountains, an airplane flies. It bears a Slavic roundel...as it does the corporate trademark of Banai Corp.
Inside, a casket lies. It's made of a very durable metal. Good; it'll be thankful for that in a few moments...
Not too far behind it, the tail hatch opens. From outside, heavy winds blow. They should; the plane is very high up...like that plane that carried both the opium and that bomb in the James Bond movie the Living Daylights... (One of the BEST Bond moments in history, BTW...)
Gradually, the casket slides backwards. Around it, a lot of debris gets sucked out of the hatch. This casket looks like it's on its way there itself...
When it goes over the ramp, it's a hopeless battle. It slides off the end...and starts freefalling.
For many thousands of meters, it falls. High above it, the plane flies on without it. Nobody aboard even acknowledges its departure. In fact, the tail hatch mysteriously starts closing, just as soon as the casket has been jettisoned.
In freefall, the casket ends up longways. Once in that position, it starts spinning...like a toilet paper dispenser.
It scrapes a mountainside, and starts tumbling down it, nearly causing a rockslide as it tumbles. Soon, it HAS caused a rockslide...and it's gotten caught up in it.
At lower elevations, Rajasthani villagers slow and watch, as a mountainside collapses from peak to bottom. As soon as they see that this is what's going to happen, they scurry along, desperate to not be too close if the rockslide decides it wants to go farther than the foothills.
The casket is among the debris...spinning and getting banged-up out of control, like everything around it. But at least it'll sustain less damage than the falling rocks will. At least it stands a better chance of getting through this in one piece.
This is all very reminiscent of that part in the movie XXX, when Xander causes that avalanche, and barely makes it through it in one piece.
It takes the rockslide a while...but soon, it's settled. The mountain now has less of a face than before. But at least the nature around it won't be able to tell for a while...because that's how long it'll take for the dust to clear, and for the local visibility to be restored.
Banged-up, the casket lies among it all. It's had a very tall tumble; not even Necros himself would understand. Agent XXX might, though...
As if timed to do so, the head of the casket explodes, and vents smoke from its end. From inside, a boy pushes his way out.
Meet Chad Novak. He's a stray Montenegrin. Needless to say, he's a long way from home.
Right now, he's also a long way from Jaipur. He does not expect to stay that way.