Tuktukpatrol Today

The driver sputtered. “You can’t—there’s no law—”

Their mission, which they’d chosen to accept, was simple: fight the petty tyranny of the city’s rogue tuktuk drivers.

A call crackled in. A lost mother. A driver claiming a “night charge” at 4 PM.

Rina started the engine. The legend continued.

Kajal leaned out the window, holding up her tablet. On the screen was a freeze-frame of him taking a bribe from a fake monk last Tuesday. “There’s also no law against me sending this to the real patrol. And his wife.”