Celestial Craft Group, No. 3 Research Institute, Office of the Deputy Chief Engineer.
A few rays of the setting sun pierced through the gaps in the blinds, slicing the room into alternating stripes of light and shadow.
Li Mo stood before the window, watching the menacing motorcade disappear in a cloud of dust. The corner of his mouth curled into an imperceptible, cold smirk.
He raised a hand to adjust his glasses, then turned and walked into the office's private restroom, locking the door behind him.
Taking out an unmarked black communicator, Li Mo proficiently entered a complex string of garbled code.
The screen flickered twice, and a line of text appeared: [The fish has left the water.]
A few seconds later, a message came back:
[Understood. He's asking for death, which saves us the trouble.
Go into Silence immediately. Stay with the project team for the next few days. Do not go out, and do not make any further contact until this blows over.]
