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The morning after, you receive the answer you was waiting for from Mrs. Winston-Rogers, instructing you to contact a man called Huang Yan Liu, at a local clinic with a strange oriental name. You should explain the situation and try to enlist his help. He is described my Mrs. Winston-Rogers as 'trusted'.

Meanwhile, thanks to the conciergie making a quick phone call, you locate the P.O. box 1629 at a downtown post office in central Mexico City, not far from the hotel or the clinic. The Studio del Manana is instead in Coyoàcan, one of the delegaciones of the city whose name translates to "place of the coyote", as the conciergie tells you with a laugh. You should be able to get there in 15-20 minutes, by car.

Huang Yan was discreetly increasing his medical consultation fees by five percent on the price charts before he heard the shuffling of feet at the front door. Quickly, he placed out some incense and thrown on his Hanfu before placing a hand over his carefully crafted beard, which was dyed white and attempted to appear mysterious as he purposefully spoke English with an accent that only be described as 'stereotypically Chinese', “Hallo, hallo. Good day, yeah? You looking for acupuncture? Or some good herbal tea for sores?"

Ian Morin

Ian takes a quick look around before he answers the man. "Good day, sir. Thank you, but no. In fact we came here in the name of Ms. Winston-Rogers, from Boston."

Huang Yan immediately changed his posture and started speaking English with a Bostonian accent and gestured to the back door. "Ah. So you're the guys she said I'm supposed to take care of? Well, then, come to the back area, just in case if there's any eavesdroppers or an hidden dangers. I believe she said it's going a dangerous mission? Please, maake yourself feel at home, and I'll brew some tea in the meantime."

"Thank you," says Holly with a smile, extending her hand in greeting. "I'm Dr. Holly Chastain. This is an interesting place you have here." Some of the medical paraphernalia are familiar to her, but others are exotic and unknown to her.

Huang Yan shook her hand. He could tell that she was a doctor, and flashed a small smile. "Would you like to have a tour of the place, señora?"

"I'd be delighted," says Holly. "And it's señorita."

Huang Yan tripped up slightly, and his smile warmed slightly before responding. “Well, first we have the Acupunture needles here, and it is used to stimulate the pressure points along the meridian to harmonise the inner qi within the body and here we have an extremely accurate chart of where all these pressure points are.” He said with a mysterious drifts tone, as his scammy habits resurface again and he couldnt help trying to make the place sound a bit more exotic. He pointed to a box full of extremely long needles and a chart of an androgynous body with many dots and point along it as he spoke. As soon as he finished, he quickly turned his face away in shame and ducked into the safe cover of the back rooms.

Cameron

"Why don't we get to the post office? We can explain more on the way."

"I'm not very familiar with Eastern medicine," says Holly, "though I have heard good things about acupuncture. While I'm a medical doctor, my true specialty is treating the invisible hurts of the psyche."

"Ahh. An...what is the word, an alienist? Well, I'll have the pleasure of meeting you. Explaining on the way is fine, I suppose. I'll try and keep up." Huang Yan said to the two in front of him and closed his store.

The remaining two members of the group introduce themselves as Christopher Fontana, a parapsychologist, and Clarence Llanalor, a private detective who doesn't seem to talk much. You head to the cars, reaching the post office after about fifteen minutes. It's a cloudy day, and the weather fits perfectly with the gloomy story that has brought the group to Mexico City, on the tracks of a drug-dealing cult. By the time you have told the general story, you already are at your destination.

The post office itself is a big art deco affair - new construction, with shining stone and metal work. There's a large crowd walking in and out of the building, mostly well-dressed in suit-and-tie. It's not hard to track the section of the building where the postal boxes are kept, although the space is guarded by a postal employees that controls all who access.

OOC:   Let's assume the investigators have done a comprehensive summary of the story so far to Huang Yan, although possibly leaving out some details and perhaps Ian's past addiction (I'll leave that to leonardolad and the group to decide).

Cameron

“I’m going to go in and check it out. There may be someone watching the box so I’ll see if I can spot any characters. I also want to see what exits there are. Once we know its clear Huang Yan can ask about the box. How does that sound to everyone?”

Huang Yan nodded and smiled. “Sure. Sounds good to me.”

Cameron gives Huang Yan the handgun he took from Felipe's body.

"Do you know how to use this?" he asks.

Huang Yan peered at the handgun, before replying, “I’d say I do. I would rather appreciate it if I could, ah, ‘borrrow’ this for a time should the need arises, no? Though I’d say I could get some info without having the need to pull out the gun but you never know...”

Cameron

"No, you never know."

He climbs out of the car. "I'll be back soon."

He heads off into the post office.

Huang Yan also heads towards the Post Office.

Cameron turns around.

"No Huang Yan, I'll check it first and see if anyone is watching the box. That was the plan. It's better if no-one sees us together. Please wait in the car."