Gene pounded the wall with sudden frustration and sadness, he suddenly stopped, hoping that he hadn't waken any of the Tong. Tears silently streaked down his face as his brain seemed to walk backward. He quickly swiped them away. All his life he had wanted this, to be the Mandarin. But…he wasn't finding the rings, and he had betrayed the only friends he had. Pepper. That name sounded so sweet in his head. Some times he had called her Salt or even Vanilla to make her laugh. Now he REALLY felt like crying, but he was Gene Kahn. He never cried.