Late in the night, we sneak down the back stairwell. I lead Pratima to the door I expect will be unlocked. I have learned from Kaliban that guard shifts have been increased again, so Sammy is back on night watches. During the day, superiors are around and guards cannot get away with leaving this post. During the night shift, the room is Sammy’s to guard, and he steps out every few minutes to smoke.
We stand behind a bush watching the doorway, and after ten minutes Sammy steps out and goes behind a bush on the other side. We walk over to the doorway and slip in. The near darkness means that the one oil lamp across the room throws an eerie light on the furniture in the room.
Pratima wears a shocked look as her eyes track upward. I turn mine upward and see a long cylinder over our heads. Following the metal tube downward, my eyes find it connects to a stand with two wheels in the middle of the room. Pratima walks over to the wheeled base. She examines the device a moment, then turns to me with urgency.
“We have to leave,” she lets me know. I lead her to the far doorway, and we sneak back up to her room.
She takes up a paper and writes. It is a 155 mm artillery gun. She shows me urgently. I return a blank look. My eyes and frown asking for more.
It is a weapon that can throw a bomb twenty kilometers! That is why they need the calculating engine. They need to calculate where the bomb will fall. Beyond where the human eye can see. She pauses a moment, then writes more.
The government in Delhi will arrest everyone in this house and destroy it!
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