Caldwell and Mei Lin were just three blocks away from the No. 455 Military Hospital at No. 388 Huaihai Road. They had rushed to the Peace Hotel on The Bund, checked in and deposited their luggage. Caldwell had spent a long time looking at his face in the bathroom while Mei Lin made some phone calls. He looked much healthier even though he was tired. He longed for the familiarity of capsule memory foam. Some of the lines on his face were gone and the bags below his eyes had diminished to shadows. He almost looked normal. He had returned to the room to find Mei Lin checking the Glocks they had bought from the obnoxious kid Mozi in Zhongguancun. That was the beauty of diplomatic bags. You could bring practically anything you wanted into the country, short of an armored tank.

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