Customs, it was always bloody customs that mucked up everything. Leon looked on in dissapointment as the rather unfriendly officer tossed his open package of Gauloises into the thrash. 'only closed packages allowed' The man had said in horribly broken English, sounding as bored as ever. The whole thing had just seemed amusing, what with his weapon not being any problem but his smokes discarded with extreme prejudice. Any attempts to reason had fallen on deaf ears, the worker drone having been here for so long he had lost any independant thought, especially for foreigners. "Ah, le pauvre salaud." Leon said with a smile, waving as he made his way out of the airport. It hardly mattered, he still had a sleeve of his brand in his lugagge, along with hs essentials. 

He stretched and breathed deeply as he stood on the sidewalk outside of the main building. Tian Jin, finally the flight had been murder on his spine and right now Leon absolutely craved some tea and a smoke, maybe squeeze in a small meal if he had the time.  he still had some time before his meeting with the police chief of the city. Apparently Tian Jin had been used as distribution point for ampoules, the drug that had made it's way into most of europe and the world. If he could find out where they had been shipped from it might narrow down his search in Japan once its borders were open again.

With a whistle he hailed one of the many cabs that circled around the airport, customers were easy pickings around here. "The Red Dragon Hotel, mon ami" Leon said as he tapped the driver on the shoulder, a couple of bills clutched between his fingers. The driver accepted his tip with a headnod and took off, leaving Leon to revel in the sights of the city in silence. It truly was a marvelous city, with towering buildings of shining glass piercing the clouds. 

Leon put on his headphones and brushed through the music on his cellphone, starting a beginner's course in practical Chinese, repeating the phrases in his head. While his English and Japanese were excellent, his Chinese left much to be desired and since he was stuck here for a couple of days...

Leon felt bewildered as they stopped at a large, dull looking building, marked C2. Definitely not his hotel. "Why are we here, mon frére?"  his driver shook his head, pointing at the radio. "City broadcast, foreigners must go to C2 building, meet Espers." he stated in no uncertain terms, followed by what Leon could only assume was Chinese cursing, probably because the stupid foreigner was to busy to listen to the radio announcement. . "C'est qoui cette connerie de merde?" Leon grumbled as he suddenly found himself standing in front of the building  with his luggage swung over his shoulder. With a shrug he lit up a smoke and made his way to the entrance, he might as well see what the whole fuzz was about. Who knows? He might learn something.