He doesn't hear anyone enter, the sedatives are far too high. When he finds himself coming out of it, he looks over to see the ring, the Woman's stolen ring, sitting in the middle of a black lotus blossom. An identical copy of the folded paper is in the pocket of the trousers the hospital has. His eyes widen. She's gone. They've taken her. Not killed her, no. The lotus blossom would've been left with her.
He struggles with the IV, and grabs the two items, examining them initially, and then slipping them into a bag to bring to a lab with him. He grabs some painkillers and gauze from the room, and vanishes into one of the empty labs. He doesn't bother dressing, just wanders from table to table, working on the scrap of paper and the ring. Collecting evidence. The make of the paper, the places it's been. He goes onto the computer and pulls up information about mysterious black market sellers in Hong Kong and London.
There is no emotion right now. He remains in the lab, nude but for the hospital gown, stripping the evidence he can from the two items, and then he books a plane ticket.
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Date: 2012-08-19 05:39 am (UTC)He struggles with the IV, and grabs the two items, examining them initially, and then slipping them into a bag to bring to a lab with him. He grabs some painkillers and gauze from the room, and vanishes into one of the empty labs. He doesn't bother dressing, just wanders from table to table, working on the scrap of paper and the ring. Collecting evidence. The make of the paper, the places it's been. He goes onto the computer and pulls up information about mysterious black market sellers in Hong Kong and London.
There is no emotion right now. He remains in the lab, nude but for the hospital gown, stripping the evidence he can from the two items, and then he books a plane ticket.
To Hong Kong.