Heather stumbled off the rickshaw still clutching the black box in her arm. She hurried as she was running late. She rushed past crowds of people all out living their lives, even in the dark of night little Hong Kong was a bustling center of activity but mostly of the illicit kind. In her haste Heather darted right into a chinese man dressed in black. With a gasp Heather released her grip on the box and it fell to the floor.Both Heather and the stranger were startled and looked down at the falling object. The man grunted something to Heather as she quickly collected herself and the box. She drew herself erect and mumbled an apology as she turned away to leave, there was a sharp glint off the box as the ancient silver symbols on the box brightened for a brief couple seconds an act that caught the man's eye, the chinese man darted his eyes about to follow that glint but Heather was already gone.
Heather brushed herself;f off and she turned into a crowded alley full of boxes and large trash bins and general junk. She slowed her pace and carefully made her way through the rubble stepping over piles of debris as she moved forwards. There was a hard sound behind her and she paused. She looked behind her but it was dark, darker than she remembered, it seem the lamp light at the start of the alley had gone out. She waited but heard nothing further. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a notepad with the address and gave it a scan, Heather knew the address she was heading for was just a street over, a short cut was this alleyway.
She turned towards her goal and kept her ears open. After a few feet she heard a cough and a sound of garbage crashing to the ground. Heather quickened her pace and made her way to the high wired fence at the end of the alley, she just had to get through to reach the other street. She heard shuffling,it sounded purposeful and it was getting closer to where she was. She arrived at the fence and searched for a hole, a tear, a cut away of some kind but there was nothing she would have to climb. She couldn't climb with the box she would have to push it through from below the fence to the other side then hop over. She stooped and began to force the box through the bottom of the fence after she had bent some of the fencing away. Just as she had pushed away her last wire mesh there was a clanking noise and Heather sprung to her feet she quickly began using her heel to force the black box through the fence.
Looming out of the shadows was the figure of a man, as he stepped into the light Heather realized it was the chinese man she had accidentally stumbled into earlier. She panicked and slammed her heal into the stubborn box, it seemed it had snagged on some wires and was having a hard time slipping through.
" The box." the man demanded,"give it to me."
Heather could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. she scanned the area for a weapon as she dipped her hand into her small sack. Heather felt about her bag for something, anything. she saw some wood piled against a few boxes, if she could get to it that would be a good weapon.
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