<P>"They killed more than JC, Alex." Jaime looked up at him. Alex was staring at the door they brought JC through. Light reflected off his glasses, masking his eyes. There was an uncomfortable pause.
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<P>"We can still go to Hong Kong," Alex said, turning to leave.
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<P>"Where are you going?"
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<P>"I don't know," he shrugged. Then repeated himself: "We can still go to Hong Kong, Jaime."
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<P>Reyes frowned, crossed his arms. "How? We won't even be able to leave the building after this. And when we get to Hong Kong, we wouldn't be able to find this Tracer Tong. That's all JC gave us, Alex, a name. If he were still alive, I'm sure he would have contacted us, or had someone contact us. If there really is a Tracer Tong, and if he does what he does, it would be impossible to get within a mile of the man, let alone find where he is. We need someone that could get us in. Paul knew Tong. JC had Paul. We had JC. Now they're both gone. We can't go to Hong Kong, Alex."
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<P>Alex stood halfway across the room, back turned. He took his glasses off, wiped them off on his shirt, replaced them, turned back around "You're wrong, Jaime. We already know who he is, where he is, and how to get to him. We have those connections."
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<P>At that moment, UNATCO pilot Jock stepped into the room and looked at them both with a blandly serious expression. It almost seemed like nobody knew how to show some kind of emotion anymore. The world turned gray.
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<P>"Jaime," Jock greeted. "I'm your pilot. I can get you to Tracer. We'll go to Hong Kong."
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<P>Maybe it was worth the risk, maybe it wasn't. But when you have nothing to lose, risk means nothing, and everything just becomes chaos and luck. You could pull a gun in public just to see how the public reacted. Nobody would care. They would just walk by. Expressionless. The whole world turned to mechanical people, mechanical values. Nothing had impact on chaos and luck. Nothing had impact when there was nothing to lose. Trying to leave UNATCO unnoticed was like trying to dodge a bullet after it's been fired at point blank range. If you're not in a movie, if you don't live in a changeable matrix of code, you can't do it. But it was the only thing you could do when you had a gun to your head at point blank besides let it fire, wasn't it? So what the hell. Leap. Maybe the hand holding the gun was a really bad shot.
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<P>Jaime smiled. He didn't know why. "I hear there's a place called the Lucky Money."