Finally, a day that Jian had been envisioning for well over four years was now becoming a reality. Little by little, he'd done what he could to make this happen, however, the target had always proved to be far too elusive for him to track. When your older brother was someone that had been trained intensely in the arts of espionage and subterfuge, one could say that tracking him down wouldn't necessarily be the easiest thing to accomplish. In all actuality, being able to accomplish such a thing by himself was entirely outside of what Jian was capable of at the moment. In reality, this had been a favor that had been granted by the Sinese government.
Normally, when one abandoned their post, as Jiao-Long had, they were forever deemed both a traitor and a criminal. This usually meant that they were to be either killed or apprehended on sight so that they could later be executed. Yet, money and prestige seemed to always have a way of reducing such harsh penalties. Luckily for Jiao, such a transaction was made on his behalf by their father. Of course, Jiao didn't know about this, and Jian never planned on telling him about it. This, coupled with the fact that yet another of the Feng line would be drafted into the military, caused the Sinese government to feel very appreciative towards the noble house. As a favor and a show of good faith, Jian was given the intel that they'd compiled on Jiao, his last known locations, and their predictions on where he'd pop up next.
With this intel in hand, Jian had made his way to Oak as quickly as possible, hoping that he'd be able to run into the brother that he hadn't seen in four years. Once in Oak, he'd made sure to put a few feelers out there to keep him updated, and as he continued to grease a few palms, he managed to get the information that he sorely needed. It seemed just like anyone else, Jiao was in need of work, and he'd soon be making his way to the shop of a Dr. Stephan Mabuz. Jian wasn't exactly sure what to expect from a place like this, but he decided to let his reservations about all of this take a backseat. With no time to waste, he began to make his way to the shop in question.
His hand on the knob of the door, Jian gave it a slight turn and invited himself into the threshold of the shop. Almost immediately after stepping into the shop, the young male found himself face to face with the mysterious Dr. Mabuz as he sat behind a nearby counter. With a quickly manufactured smile, Jian attempted to greet the Doctor in as courteous manner, but this was merely met with a look of disinterest. Taking the hint, Jian closed the door behind him and began to peruse the wares of the shop. Hopefully he wouldn't have to wait too long before his brother arrived.
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