Gather intelligence to stop Pakistani attacks and shorten the duration of the war.
Harphan entered Lahore not as a soldier with a rifle, but as a ghost with a smile. In the 1960s, the "tools of the trade" weren't high-tech gadgets; they were iron-clad nerves and the ability to lie to a man while sharing his salt. To the Indian intelligence officers back home, he was an asset. To the Pakistani officers he befriended, he was a loyal companion. But to himself, he was becoming a man without a face. mukhbirsspy-s01-hevc-zip
Sacrifice, identity, the hardships of espionage, and the emotional toll of living a double life. Gather intelligence to stop Pakistani attacks and shorten