Gao Yang peeked outside from the door, holding a gun in his right hand and a phone in his left, dialing Number Thirteen.
After it connected, Gao Yang whispered, "We've hit a bit of trouble."
"Let's hear how bad it is."
Number Thirteen always had that calm tone. Gao Yang took a breath and whispered, "We're surrounded. We don't know how big the encirclement is, we don't know how many people are out there looking for us. Basically, if we move just a few steps, we'll run into the enemy, and then there'll be gunfire. I can't keep killing everyone I see like this, but it feels like we're in a fog. We're seriously lacking intelligence, so, I need your help."
"Understood. Tell me your location. We've been heading in your direction; we might be very close now."
Gao Yang turned to Justin and whispered, "Hey, buddy, ask what place this is, specifically."
