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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tokiwong" data-source="post: 924256" data-attributes="member: 961">InterludeSan Francisco, Chinatown1345, local time, July 3rd, 2014The old man sat in the corner, he had little choice, his legs were broken, and his right was twisted back at a terrible angle.  The pain was nauseating, piercing through his body with the strength of a thousand of knives, but he still did not die.  He coughed up blood, and saw it as a sign of relief, perhaps he had bitten off more then he could chew, but at this point in time it didn’t really matter.Outside the streets were busy with activity, though he was certain many of the locals would have taken notice of the black sedan parked casually out front and the three white agents, two male and one female that had entered his curio shop.  They asked questions about the woman, he did not know who she was, his contact wanted it that way, and he just knew how to identify her.  Although she was one of the black people, she was attractive, and seemed educated unlike the punks that were on the news all the time.The woman approached him as he looked up lazily, and she spoke in an even firm tone, from behind her black glasses, “Where is the woman, Mr. Wu?”The old man was barely coherent, and just spit out blood in response, it was funny to him, as the blood splattered on her black business suit.  His laughter, slowly moved to coughs, as the woman stood, and addressed the other two agents, “He is just a go-between.  There is nothing here, she was here, but he does not know anything beyond that.”The taller of the two men spoke, “Kill him, we have other more pressing matters to attend to.”The shorter male spoke as he walked to the door, “The woman is all that matters.”Several minutes later the agents left the curio shop, and entered their black sedan, and pulled away from the curb, and into the busy one-way street.  Inside the curio shop, Mr. Wu sat against the wall, a gentle smile on his old face, perhaps there was a joke that crossed his mind, a joke that fixed his mouth into a perpetual smile, even as a smoking bullet hole adorned his forehead.  Perhaps he had gotten in over his head…</blockquote>

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