The night in Cairo finally dispersed some of the day's irritations, as a cool breeze wove through the slightly ancient streets and alleys. The subway station beside the Nile River swelled with people, as those who had been busy all day purchased coffee at streetside shops and scrolled through short videos. Some drove luxury cars into beautifully landscaped upscale neighborhoods, while others bought fresh ingredients at the market and plunged into the old town sector.
The twenty-third floor of the HelioPolis Hilton Hotel was illuminated by the cold moonlight, while someone on the neighboring balcony watched strategy videos of The Third Site online. Below was a deserted intersection where the traffic lights changed in solitude amidst the constant flow of cars.
In the suite's bedroom, Lu Sixian had woken up at some point, just as she had stealthily approached the door with ears perked during her time in reserve at the Linhai Military Region.
She had woken up from her sleep.
