"The Mistress of Information?" Amon uttered with amusement. "With that kind of a title, I believe she will be useful to us. That is, if she lives up to her title."
Huang San brought Amon to an elite business district. All the stores and restaurants here catered to the people of high standing. They arrived before a large store that sold luxury cloths. Huang San entered the store and went directly to the back of the room. He approached someone manning a counter.
"Have my order from Sunlit Mill arrive?" He asked the person.
"They have, but it is not of good quality," The man behind the counter replied.
"Well, I must see it myself," Huang San replied.
The man made a silent chuckle. He opened the door next to his counter and said, "Don't say I don't warn you."
"Code words?" Amon asked as they entered the door.
"I never understood why people with secrets love code words," Huang San responded.
Passing through the door, the two found that the inside was dark.
