Tangerine moved quickly through the carriages,glancing into each compartment as he passed.He seemed to be in a hurry,perhaps sensing that time was running out.As he walked, he muttered under his breath about the importance of finding the briefcase.

“I think you were mistaken,this is my briefcase.”

The Mandarin tried to put on a soft smile,reaching for the briefcase in your hands. Despite his serious demeanor,there was something almost comical about Tangerine's mannerisms.