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She whirled around and opened the door to her hotel suite, the living room immediately greeting her as she stepped out.

The suite’s living area was modest, and the couch appeared rather cramped with lan, Dylan, and Walter all hunkered down on it.

lan had been tracing routes on a map but paused, catching sight of Maja in her pajamas. Maja herself had only just realized she

was still in her nightwear and that her luggage had been taken away, leaving her with nothing but the pajamas she'd set aside the

night before.

lan, not seeing her suitcase, assumed she cin a rush and hadn't brought anything.

“Go back to sleep. I'll go buy you sclothes,” he said.

“Oh,” was all she managed, a flush creeping onto her cheeks as she shut the door.

lan spread the map in front of the other two men, pointing to a couple of sites he'd mentioned earlier. “These are our entry points.

Take a look. I'll be right back with sclothes.” With that, he stood and left.

Dylan and Walter, both bachelors, were surprised to see the big boss himself heading out to shop for women's apparel.

Clothing sizes in the West were different than back home; one had to measure to know for sure, and the styles varied greatly

unless one opted for stores specifically catering to the Chinese diaspora.

lan returned after forty minutes, arms laden with shopping bags, and headed straight to the bedroom.

Fresh from her shower, Maja was waiting. lan presented the clothes, “I had them sanitized at a high temperature.”

grateful,

in discussion about breaking into the research facility. With no way

Maja

food appeared in her bowl. She

meat,

the presence of Dylan and Walter, she

following lan's lead, also used his utensils to

slightly

her vegetables with his fork, drawing scrutinizing glances from

an

with his fork, methodically removing the vegetables Walter had offered from

bowl.

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pointed to the

corpses being transported to the facility. My team and

left lan and Walter to consider the welfare center, which sent about a dozen people at a tto the base. They would have

be refugees chosen for

problem. Foreign refugees were rare, and

not far from the hotel, his finger coming to rest on a park

pose as bodies from the hospital. Tonight, I'll create a diversion

community meeting. This should explain the

of construction work, the research facility would likely

and Walter exchanged glances,

finger shifted back to the

infiltrate from there. The official report of