4:15 PM the next afternoon, Washington Dulles International Airport.
A United Airlines flight from New York lands.
Angel Morales pulls a small black suitcase and walks out from the arrival gate.
She's wearing a light gray Chanel suit, a white silk blouse underneath, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing sunglasses on her face.
Walking through the crowd, her innate composure and aura make the people around her automatically give way.
The phone suddenly vibrates.
She looks down; it's a message from Song Heping: "Exit to the right, black Mercedes, license plate DC-7823. The driver will take you here."
Angel smiles, puts away her phone, and walks toward the right exit.
A black Mercedes is parked in the temporary parking area, next to it stands a tall man in his thirties, with dark hair, wearing a leather jacket.
Seeing Angel approaching, he nods slightly and opens the car door.
"Miss Angel, please get in."
Angel gets in the car, sitting in the back seat.
