Make A Good Rug

"But he is well known, and there is no record of him being an arms dealer," interjected Jun Li.

"Just because there isn't a record doesn't make it untrue. Either do better research or make sure that we have a few exits once we reach the coordinates he gave us," I said as Night crawled up the bed and laid down on my chest. He seemed to like the fur as much as I did. "I am going to get some sleep. Wake me up in a couple of hours or right before we get there."

"Bai Mei Xing?" said Jun Li hesitantly, and I immediately opened my eyes.

"Yeah?"

"If we have to shoot our way out, what are we going to do?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, not understanding what his concern was. If it came down to shooting illegal weapons or dying, I knew which camp I was firmly in.