-'I'll be there in a minute' - I told Figaro and hung the phone down. I picked up the 9 mm from my desk, and took the subway to Hanoi Av. Station.
The Feldspar Convention Center is right at the intersection between Reforma Boulevard and Hanoi Avenue. Reinforcements were coming soon, but we had to reach our target before they arrive.
-'Alright' - said Figaro - 'we have one chance to do this right. I need you to watch my back.' We climbed the emergency stairs down to the basement, the "meeting point."
'We need to stop them before they even get their hands on the virus. The future of Surep-Guava is looking very uncertain' - when suddenly, Bang!, a briefcase dropped into the ground. We heard the dealers vanish into the thick air. It was getting hard to breathe.
'Quick!' - shouted Figaro, we took the tunnel to the school on the other side of the Avenue, where other policemen were awaiting us and the briefcase, except.... there was no briefcase. - 'Fast! We need to find the dealers.'
We drove along Reforma Boulevard to a small backstreet next to the Fashion Studio.
It was raining cats and dogs, our team was triangulating the possible location of our suspects, but there wasn't a hint of them in the nearby area. I returned home and called Lucy. I told her what happened, and I told her tomorrow was my dad's funeral. He had been killed trying to stop these... evil-doers from 'exporting' deadly viruses to pacific countries like Alzazibar, or at least, that's what I thought.
'Let's go to Tokyo Center' - said Lucy. It sounded like a great idea. And it was!!
Tokyo Center is "the place" for whatever anyone would want to do, from shopping, to bowling, to going to the cinema,or just wandering around and eating food in one of the many restaurants in the area.