The Immigration Office
Sasquatch looked up at the big immigration office in front of him. The immigration office was owned by the government so technically, Interpol could have contacted them directly for information about their employees, but clearly, it was hard to know who to trust these days, so Halia had asked Sasquatch to do some investigating on his own first.
Sasquatch walked into the busy office that was located in central Beijing and looked around. A young woman approached him and asked nervously, "Can I help you?"
Sasquatch was tall, burly, and he had a stern look on his face, so the woman felt a little intimidated. It wasn't the first time that Sasquatch received this kind of reaction. "I lost my passport, so I was wondering if I could speak to someone about it," he said calmly.