Lin found herself sitting quietly at her favorite Chinese-style tea house. The humble atmosphere was very zen-like and almost made you forget that you lived in a land filled with tyranny. A waitress poured Lin a soft green tea as she contemplated her next move in her investigation of her father's execution. The owner, an elderly Chinese man, was sympathetic towards those that fought against the tyrannical rule of the government, as most of the lower-class citizens were. The owner motioned for the waitress to leave as he sat down across from Lin at the small round table. His expression was kind but Lin knew that he wouldn't have come over if he didn't have something important to tell her. Lin took a sip from her cup and focused her eyes on him. 

"De chá yōuyì yīrújìwǎng. Jiàn xiānshēng. (Your tea is excellent as always, Mr. Jian)."
[b]"Xièxiè nǐ, lín. Méiyǒu hěnduō shuí xīnshǎng hǎo chá zhèxiē tiān. (Thank you, Lin. There are not many who appreciate good tea these days.)"[/b]
"Shì shénme xīnshì? (Is something on your mind?)"
[b]"Nánrén líkāile zhù wǒ de zhuōzi shàng. Wǒ zhǐ néng jiǎshè zhè duì nǐ. Zhè shì gěi yè nǚshì. (A man left this note on my desk. I can only assume it is for you. It is addressed to Ms. Night.)"[/b]

Mr. Jian handed her a sealed note, it had been plainly marked 'Ms. Night', which meant that whoever left the note was probably seeking her employment. Mr. Jian got up and gave her a quick bow as he excused himself. [b]"Qǐng chī de chá. (Please enjoy your tea.)"[/b] Lin carefully unsealed the letter and examined the contents. Inside was an invitation to join an organization she had never heard of. The author called himself 'Mr. Dust' and referred to his organization as 'The Citizens'. Indeed this 'Mr. Dust' wanted to hire her and had left an address to a payphone where she would be given instructions to find a meeting place. This level of secrecy wasn't uncommon given that the police were so vigilant in their oppression but it was still very odd to have been contacted in this way by someone she had never met. Clearly this person knew enough about Lin to be certain his message would be received. An opportunity to fund her vendetta had presented itself but what kind of commitment did they expect from her? What would they expect her to do for them? Could she really trust such a mysterious stranger? Who are The Citizens? There was only one way for her to find out. She would have to do as instructed in the letter and meet Mr. Dust for herself.