Most people did business over the com and he had very few visitors to his work space. He liked it that way. "Just a moment!" he called and looked over his desk and shelves carefully to make sure nothing of a confidential nature was visible. Then he shut his computer completely off. Turning just the monitor off didn't mask the emissions this machine could give off, betraying its activity. When he answered the door his section chief was standing there with a Laowai right in their secure cubic. He bristled at the sight, staring, but was neither reprimanded for his failure to control his face nor given any apology for the foreigner's presence. His boss apparently had bigger troubles today than what upset him or if the White Ghost would be offended at his visible rage. "Song Zhang, if we might have a moment of your time, do these have any meaning to you?" He thrust forward a multi-pane printout of tattoos. They were oddly distorted in a way he'd never seen, but still legible. He looked at the White Ghost, unwilling to speak what he knew in front of him.
What do You think about April 3: The Middle Of Nowhere?
