Back at the shop, the workers were taking a short break as there was no customers. Mostly they just stood around waiting for the next one to show up when some boy came in. He didn't say anything but wrote a note for the worker at the register, which confused everyone involved. The oldest of the workers, a large bearded man who's physique would make him look more the part of a bouncer than the two fat men that escorted Jacque, took the note and read it's short message. "She's not here. Is there something you wanted?" The worker looked at the boy. [i]"He's a strange one."[/i] The man thought.

Back with Jacque, the young man nodded his head and he took the package. "Yes. We will call your uncle when it's ready, thank you. Oh, and here, for your troubles." The young man took out twenty dollars and gave it to Jacque. The man also motioned for the other two men to leave them, though they didn't go far. They just went back to work moving the boxes. It seemed like their business was finished when the man had one more thing to give Jacque. He gave him a crate with jars of pickled bamboo. "Could you bring that back to the Ever-Yang Jewelery store? Be careful not to shake it up."

And just outside the Asian Town Market, a few cars just drove in front of the doors, blocking all the entrances. Onlookers observed from a distance, with curiosity and a bit of anger as they were getting in the way of their shopping.