Mr. Yau and Brock were in the airport near the luggage. They were in New York. Mr. Yau felt a tap in his shoulder. He turned around and saw a FBI agent.
"You need to come with us." They said. Mr. Yau sighed and went with him. The FBI man stopped him. "The boy too." he said. Mr. Yau looked back to see that Brock was very scared. He motioned him to follow him and they started walking.
They ended up at an interrogating room that they use for the Muslims. In the room there was a table. Brock and Mr. Yau sat down at one side while the FBI agent sat down at the other. The agent pulled it out a few photographs of 4 men. It was dark but Mr. Yau could see that it was the night that they broke Mike out of prison. Holy fucking shit in the asshole! They caught them. The agent started taking again.
"Don't think of denying that you broke out a criminal. We don't have the full proof but we know it's you. And you brought the boy along. This was a warning, stop what your doing and we won't hurt you. We'll just take over. Sound good?" Mr. Yau was so disgusted that he walked out of the room and Brock followed him.
"So," said Brock. "What are you going to do Doug?" Mr. Yau stopped walking and looked at Brock.
"What the fuck did you just call me! That is so disrespectful. Call me by my last name you stupid teenager." Mr. Yau said.
Mr. Yau looked at the luggage. He was looking for the one where they stuffed Gene into. Mr. Yau couldn't find it so that must mean that he was in America.
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Mr. Yau was at another hotel but instead of having maps around him there were bottles. They were in New York for 3 days but couldn't find any clues about this girl. Damn it he thought. He pushed a pile of beer bottles onto the floor. At that moment Brock came in holding a bag of food. He sighed. "Lets go for a walk." he said.
Mr. Yau nodded. He needed some fresh air to think. He grabbed his jacket and headed out.
While they were walking past a shady alleyway a man called out to them.
"Hey! You want some acid?" Mr. Yau turned around. He nodded. He hasn't had acid for so long and last time it helped him. He paid 1000 dollars and they were off.
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The Chronicles of Mr. Yau: Secret Service
ActionMr. Yau is back with a job in the Secret Service, but when one of his friends and the President get kidnapped along with a new lady friend, how far is too far with Mr. Yau?
