2:00 A.M
His eyes sprang open. Supporting his body with his arms, Chang sat up and leaned his back against the wall. He rubbed his temple to relieve the growing headache.
Jing was woken up by Chang’s movement as he sat up.
“Chang, are you leaving for the handgun?”
“I am. It’s critical for us since it’s the only effective tool in defending against the gene-altered soldiers.” He dusted off the mud from his pants, then saw a slip of a note pinned under a table leg.
The note was so close to him that he could retrieve it by reaching out his arm. It was obvious that someone had purposefuly left it for him. He lifted the table and drew that piece of paper inked with a graceful script.
The content was a simple line “The gang resides in the townhouses near our community”. There was a simplified line map drawing below the sentence. Its every stroke disclosed the details he needed.
Chang ripped the note twice and threw it in the garbage can. He said, “I’ll be back in a moment.”
