Interlude: Lorcan Chase

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Malibu Shore
Chase Apartment
Exactly 5:40 pm

                            Lorcan stood still near the pillar of his beach house. He can still see the sun drowning into the deep ocean.

                           A phone call breaks the silence. He manage to get it and answer the call.

                          "Hello. Any news?" Lorcan ask. Barely, he can hear the good news he's waiting for.

                           "Okay, meet me in  JFK airport. There, I will formally talk to you." He grins as he lowers the phone.

                          His long dark hair hangs freely behind him. His tan skin match his leather crop duster jacket, beige pants and white rubber shoes, exclusively Adidas.

                         He went to his room and grab a box. Inside the box, a picture of a young Brazilian-Japanese girl.

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