[-he left early. His members noticed the pale hue of his features after he had received the message, and he explained he was ‘feeling sick’. Which; technically was not a lie, for his stomach felt like a bag filled with water, and under constant pressure. Breathing itself becomes something he has to remind himself to do.

Being used like this angers him, just like in China, he thinks, he was used for someone else’s benefit. He wants to stop it, but he can’t. He doesn’t know who is doing this to him, and the frustration that boils within him releases in the form of a a silent cry for help, a smashing fist against a wall, and the purchasing of several medium sized hoodies.

The thought of the world knowing the truth is just too risky. But there are bigger risks to take. If done slyly enough, he can catch his terrorist. If enough attention is paid, they can’t be stopped.

His anger dissolves to sadness as he carries the bags to the docks like he was asked, and readies himself to write a check. But he’d be damned if he’d cry-]