Sing for Supper

"Smile, you son of a –"

The shark exploded in a spray of blood and saltwater, sinking into the deep with a primal groan.

Hooper appeared, and as the men swam home, Eagle turned to Alex. "I'm hungry."

Alex turned to him with raised eyebrows, noting the darkness that had fallen outside sometime during the movie. He was about to make a comment about the man's size maybe growing to match his appetite when he felt his own stomach give a pang of hunger and decided to remain silent.

As Alex was working to suppress the growl threatening to emanate from his intestines, Eagle rose swiftly from the bed and turned the TV off with a click.

"Come on," he beckoned with impatience, "let's go get the others."

Acquiescing, Alex rose from the bed and grabbed the room card.

Together, the man and boy walked across the hallway, where they knocked loudly on the door. A few moments passed, during which Alex was sure Wolf or Snake was peering through the spyhole, and then the door opened. Eagle bounded into the room like a slinky.

"Guys, I'm hungry! Can we go and eat now?"

"What time is it?" Wolf asked.

Snake looked at his wristwatch, brows furrowing as he read the hands. "Half-six."

Ben looked up from where he sat hunched over the laptop, casually minimising the page he was currently on. "Is it really? I guess I lost track of time…" He rubbed his eyes.

Eagle grinned. "You always lose track when there's a computer nearby! Why, I remember when–"

"So where do you want to eat?" a suddenly flushed Ben cut him off. "Snake?"

Snake shuffled his feet, abashed. "Well, you know how I was looking at all those pamphlets…"

"Like always," Wolf broke in.

"Yes, well, a lot of them recommended eating at the hawkers markets. Did you know that the markets only came about when–"

"Yes, we get it," Ben drawled. "Get to the point."

Snake glared half-heartedly at the man. "As I was saying–"

"Reeaally slowly!" whined Eagle.

"As I was saying!" Snake almost shouted. He took a deep breath, then continued, "The Maxwell Road Hawker Centre is quite close and has good ratings."

Wolf frowned. "Shouldn't we eat in the hotel? Isn't there a supermarket connected?"

"Don't you like eating out?" Eagle teased him. "Is the Asian food scary to widdle Wolfy?"

"No! I just… Wouldn't it be safer for the laptop? Is there internet outside?"

Snake rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Wolf, you have to learn to embrace the culture," he scolded. "How is anybody supposed to improve relations between countries, if close-minded people like you are refusing to even try the food?"

Amidst Wolf protesting, Eagle chortling and Snake berating, Alex noticed the beginnings of a headache that certainly hadn't been there before.

"I didn't mean it like that!"

"Wolfy's being naughty! Racist Wolfy!"

"You shouldn't be so culturally insensitive!"

Alex caught Ben's eye.

"Stop!" they yelled simultaneously.

The noise stopped.

Ben added, "The laptop's finished. It's initialising the information now. It doesn't need internet."

"Thank God. Otherwise Wolf'd imprison us here forever," sniped Alex.

Eagle turned a hurt look towards the two MI6 agents for ruining the migraine-inducing atmosphere he'd created.

Wolf grunted.

Snake sighed. "Let's go, then, since none of you seem to be fussy about dinner." He levelled a stern look at Wolf.

"Oh, all right," the man acquiesced, and then they were out of the door, to the first floor.

Outside, the air was as humid and stickily hot as before, though a faint wind took the edge off the heat. The four men walked down Tanjong Pagar Road in two pairs, Alex bringing up the rear.

Finally alone, Alex was able to withdraw into himself and contemplate the present and the future. Concerned as they were for him, the blond was sure none of K-Unit actually realised what he was up against. icy, and all the attacks, didn't seem like some run-of-the-mill terrorist. They were targeted specifically at him, but icy didn't seem to care whether others got hurt in the process. He was seemingly unconcerned with the threat of police – Alex remembered the Brazilian fireman's ominous hints.

What was more, icy was resourceful: he was dangerous. He had a lot of power, to be able to control fishhead, and to be able to light the fire back at the pousada, and glue the window shut. That sort of thing took time and skill. Just how were they supposed to confront him, even if they managed to track icy down? No doubt numerous assassins and so forth surrounded him.

Alex was brought out of his musings as they reached their destination: a covered area on raised ground, radiating light, sound and smell. His stomach, which had fallen silent, now reawakened with a boisterous growl.

The men turned to look at him in amusement.

"Hungry, are we?" smirked Ben. Alex wondered where his camaraderie had gone. He thought quickly for a witty answer.

"Aren't you?" And failed.

Ben raised his eyebrows, not bothering with a response. They headed towards the food.

The hawker centre environment maintained a bewildering ambience that was unique to its kind – or else it seemed that way to Alex. Travelling with Ian had introduced him to many different cultures, some of which he hadn't even known the language of, but never had he been to Singapore.

Snake, however, seemed very much at home, though he was probably stranger to the Singaporeans than Alex was. In his highland brogue thickened with excitement, he reeled off facts indistinguishable to the others.

"And then the government… Hainanese chicken! You know the food's good when… roads! And windows! …Takeaway costs extra!"

Eagle quirked an eyebrow. "Why don't we sit down?"

"Good idea," Wolf replied before Snake could fit in another word. He led the way to one of the many small round tables that dotted the space between stalls.

Snake looked ridiculous sitting down. The man's long legs stuck out at an obtuse angle as he perched on the stools. They were only just large enough for Alex to sit with his legs at right angles.

"Alright." It was obvious to Alex why Ben had been picked by MI6. The man looked comfortable in this unfamiliar setting and more like a leader than Wolf at the moment. "Snake, you stay here and mind the table. Your accent might make it a bit hard for them to understand. The rest of you," and here he turned to Alex to show that yes, he was included, "order a drink and a meal for yourself. Snake, I'll get you a food and a drink. Any special requests?"

The Scottish man looked resigned at his fate. "Aye, I'll have some of that lemon ice tea, and whatever you're eating." He screwed his face up. "We probably shouldn't be having any ice, but this is Singapore and so it might not really matter."

Alex, Wolf, Eagle and Ben left the table in search of a meal.

After several laps, Alex was pretty sure he knew what he wanted to order. All he had to do now was work up the courage. It was kind of sad, that an ex-spy was terrified of ordering merely because he didn't know the language.

With a sense of disembodiment, Alex compelled his leaden legs to bring him over to his chosen stall. The Asian man looked at him blankly, and Alex briefly considered running back to the hotel and telling K-Unit he had food poisoning from lunch or something.

"Um, I, ah, I'd like a char kway tea-ow, please." He hoped that was how it was pronounced. Or at least close to it. He pointed at the sign, just to be sure.

The man nodded coolly and held up a hand. "One, two?"

"One."

"Eat here?"

Alex nodded. Somewhere in Snake's ramblings, Alex had managed to glean one important fact: sometimes in Singapore, takeaway cost extra. Thank God he'd listened at least a little.

The meal was ready within five minutes. Alex accepted the steaming plate with two hands after grabbing a handful of chopsticks.

Next on the list was a drink. There had been many drink stands, some with drinks in fridges, others in large clear containers at the front. Some stalls had advertised ice kacang as well, though Alex suspected that the colourful dish was more a dessert than a drink.

No, what Alex wanted was something simple. Not too adventurous, but not something he could get easily back home.

That something was barley water.

With more confidence than before, Alex approached the stall and ordered: "One glass of barley water, please."

One scoop with a giant ladle from a container into a glass as long as Alex's forearm and one careful placing of a thick straw that floated dangerously near the surface of the drink later, and Alex was on his way back to the table with a drink in one hand and a meal in the other.

The others hadn't arrived back yet, so Alex sat awkwardly beside Snake, who had initially surveyed his surroundings avidly, making little noises of excitement, but now sat slumped, his legs sticking out and eyes drooping.

"Tired?"

The Scot nodded, and gave Alex a small smile. "I spent the plane ride organising where we'd eat, and meet, and all that sort of stuff."

Alex tilted his head in curiosity. With such a long flight, it was no wonder Snake was falling asleep. "Do you always organise things like that?"

Snake smiled wider, as if pleased that Alex was taking an interest. "We don't really go on trips together unless with other Units, but sometimes we holiday and yes, I organise food and accommodation. Wolf might be leader," he added, "but everyone knows I have the best organisational skills for this kind of thing."

So FFSAS soldiers were allowed to meet socially, unlike agents. Interesting. Alex was about to ask what the rest of the Unit did on their trips when aforementioned men returned, each bearing a plate and a drink – double in Ben's case. The man balanced his goodies precariously; a glass in each hand, and the plates resting between the two, on his forearms.

Ever the gentleman, Snake rose and took the two plates from Ben. He examined the food, and his eyes widened. "You got chai tow kway? Nice choice."

"Actually, no, I thought I was getting carrot cake– "

"Yes, that's it. Did you know it's made of radishes?"

"Really? Damn…"

"Mmm, and there isn't any carrot in it at all. But it has heaps of vegetables!"

Fox grimaced. "Thanks for that, Snake. You know I hate vegies. I'll probably hate this dish now I know what it's made of."

Snake levelled a stern look at him. "You have to be more receptive to vegetables, Fox. You can't go around eating only dessert. Speaking of which, didn't you see the picture on the sign? Why did you think it was a cake?"

"The sign said 'carrot cake'! I thought the picture was really bad or something. How was I to know?"

"You would have if you'd only listened. I told you about carrot cake in the airport. I even showed you the book There's No Carrot In Carrot Cake!"

The MI6 agent was immediately overcome with a look of guilt that would not be out of place on a student caught with copied homework. "Yeah, well, I was busy… with security and – and stuff."

Sighing, the Snake shook his head. "Sit down. Eat it anyway. I'm sure it'll surprise you."

In the meantime, Wolf and Eagle had taken their own seats, the former with a plate of chicken and rice and a glass of what looked like, judging from the lumps, coconut juice; the latter holding a tall glass of opaque pink stuff in both hands. Now, he piped up.

"Look what I got, Snake!"

Snake turned a horrified glance towards Eagle, his face growing sharper at the sight of Eagle putting the straw in his mouth and – "Eagle, no! You won't like it!"

Eagle's face screwed up, and with a valiant effort he managed to swallow. "What is this stuff?"

Ben gave him a wry smirk. "You should know; you ordered it."

"Yeah, but I thought I was being all culturally-sensitive! And besides, it was pink."

"Did you even buy a meal?"

Just like Fox in the face of Snake, Eagle evaded Ben's gaze. "…I thought I'd wait and see what you guys had."

Once again, Snake sighed. "It's called Bandung, and it's made of milk and rose cordial syrup. I bet it's really sweet, yes?"

Eagle nodded sadly.

"Here, I'll go buy a meal for you. My accent isn't that bad. I booked our hotel, remember?"

Wolf, who had been silently watching the proceedings, commented with an uncharacteristic snigger, "They couldn't understand you when you said 'eleven'."

Snake flushed. "Yes, but I'm sure I won't have to say… that number here." And before anyone else could comment, he left the table.

Ben sat down beside Wolf. At the awkward silence created by Snake's absence, he raised one of the drinks he'd bought. "Tea. For Snake."

Silence.

"Thought you ought to know."

Alex choked on his laugh, and at Wolf's surprised look, he said, "What? Am I not allowed to laugh?"

Eagle grinned. "Wolfie probably forgot you were here."

Snake returned before Alex – or Wolf – could respond, with a green plate of a mound of rice, some red peanuts, fried drumsticks, a boiled egg, cucumber slices, some sort of dried tiny fish and sloppy red stuff. Alex asked what it was.

"Nasi lemak. Literally 'fat rice'." At the soldiers' incredulous gazes, he elaborated. "It's rice cooked in coconut milk, with anchovies, peanuts, boiled egg, fried chicken and sambal, as you can see."

Eagle scoffed. "Yeah, of course we can see the coconut milk, it's what makes the rice so white, right? And the sambal, of course I could see that, whatever it is."

"It's a figure of speech! I'm sure even you can understand that. Sambal is a sauce, with chilli and some other ingredients."

Ben gestured impatiently. "It doesn't matter what it is. I'm sure it's very nice and I'm very hungry, so can we please eat now?"

Alex thought that was a very good idea, and evidently so did the others, because each person tucked into their meal moments later.

xxx

They returned by eight o'clock, the necessity of quick eating in the army shining through. All of them, even Wolf with his reticence, had enjoyed the meal. Even the pink drink, the Bandung Eagle rejected, had been cautiously enjoyed by Ben, who had slowly but surely sipped the glass empty as a child nibbles at strange yet somehow tasty lollies.

By ten past eight, they sat in the soldiers' room with a dim light on and the curtains drawn. Alex lolled on the bed beside the men's equipment; the men lay on their respective cots. With the TV playing softly in the background to muffle their voices, they began to formulate a Plan.

Not to Alex's great disappointment, it turned out that the laptop could not, in fact, divine icy's address. Instead, after the eight hours of trawling its databanks, all the laptop came up with was icy's mobile phone number.

"Well, that's no use," sighed Eagle gustily, staring and pouting at the ceiling.

Snake shook his head. "Not necessarily."

"What do you mean?" drawled Wolf, "You want to talk to icy?"

"No… I was thinking something more along the lines of hacking the phone or sending a virus or something."

Eagle sat up. "Can we send an actual virus? Like a cold to disable him or something? A yeerk?"

Ben raised an eyebrow. "And how would we do that?" he demanded snarkily. "Put a snail in the mail? Send it down some tubes? And what's a yeerk, anyway?"

"I don't know! I'm not the tech expert here! And for your information, a yeerk is a creature you would know all about if you were more well-read."

"Obviously it's not real," commented Snake, "Eagle never reads non-fiction."

"Clearly we should all rectify this gaping gap in our knowledge," muttered Wolf.

To Alex's great relief, the men completed their ritualistic banter, as though Wolf was the chief who always had the final say, and returned to Alex's plight.

"As I was saying," Snake explained, "we could send a virus – a computer virus, not a real one, Eagle! – and maybe get some more details from his phone. Technology can do that nowadays, right?"

There was a moment of silence as Ben considered the idea. "I'm sure we could, Snake, but I don't know how. The laptop didn't get that much because icy has several firewalls and anti-virus programs that stopped our signal. If Smithers were here, he'd probably be able to crack it in no time, but with what we have, it can't be done."

"Pity," said Eagle, and all was silent once more.

"Why don't we just call him?" Alex was sick and tired of planning, and waiting to be attacked, and maybe killed, or at least badly injured. He wanted to finish this whole debacle once and for all, and get back to the football season. His would probably have signed him off the team by now, never mind his co-captaincy. He'd been warned, after all.

"What, call Smithers?" asked Ben.

"No, icy."

There was a shocked silence as if they had plunged into an ocean. Then Eagle spoke up, in a small, confused voice that reminded Alex of a child. "Why would you do that?"

Why? Alex didn't really know the answer to that himself. He had said it as a random suggestion, not really meaning anything of it except that he wanted this thing to move. It seemed that, after all this trouble, it would be a pity not to achieve something from icy's phone number, not the least to discover why he was being hunted.

Alex remembered fishhead, who hadn't really had a vendetta against him, but was simply trying to earn money. Maybe if he could talk to icy, Alex could persuade him (or her) to stop the attacks and let him be.

Out loud, he said, "Why not?"

This reply was met with a clamour of voices, all explaining why he couldn't – shouldn't – even think about calling icy. Wolf in particular was wondering how on Earth his admittedly juvenile and therefore foolish brain could even concoct such a harebrained idea, it was even worse than what Eagle could have come up with, and that was pretty weird sometimes; he should know, he was the leader, and had Alex heard a word he'd said?

Eventually, Ben noticed Alex's growing discomfort and shushed his peers. "Let's hear what Cub has to say."

Faced with the assessing eyes of all four soldiers, Alex explained his thoughts. "We don't have any other options, right? We don't know where we can find icy, we don't know how to stop him… We don't even know whether icy's really a 'he'." He took a deep breath and continued. "All we have is icy's phone number. What else can we do? At least if we call him, we might be able to negotiate, see what he wants, and why he's after me."

Ben, ever the agent, was nodding. "It's a plausible idea," he defended to his less open-minded compatriots, "And, better yet, we'd have the element of surprise on our hands. There's no defence greater than a good offence."

Wolf shook his head. "What bad guy ever wants to negotiate? That's – I don't know – stupid!"

"But you have different enemies," argued Ben. "You face people with nothing to lose, people attacking whole nations. icy's only after Alex. And we could use his motives behind attacking only Alex to come to a deal."

Eagle had lost his restlessness, and sat cross-legged guru-style, a pose that somehow fitted with the man's personality. "I agree. It seems reasonable."

Snake made a sound of protest.

Wolf scowled, "It is not."

"No," Eagle asserted, "It is a good idea, considering what other options we have – or rather don't have right now."

Neither Wolf nor Snake had any rebuttal to that, and so it was that Ben dialled the number of icy with the hotel room's phone, and waited anxiously for a reply.

The phone, on loudspeaker, rang ominously.

Rrrringg… Ring-rrrringgggg….

Snake's eyes, dark against his skin, were pits of anticipation. Unconsciously, he leant forwards, though the sounds from the phone were loud enough.

Rrrrrrrin–

"Hello?"

It was a strange accent, different to the carefully cultivated hybrid of American and British accents of the Singapore train announcements, holding a certain nasal twang out of place like a dust storm in a monsoon.

"I – is this icy?"

"Who's asking?"

To Alex, it sounded as though the voice said "Hooze arksing?" but he stayed silent and let Ben answer.

"My name's John. You've been, um, attacking a – a friend of mine...?"

A pause, then the voice wheedled out, "Why isn't he talking ta me, then?"

Ben looked to Alex, panic almost but not quite hidden. Alex gestured wildly for him to say something, anything, but the man didn't seem to understand, and shoved the phone at him.

With trembling hands, Alex put the phone to his ear.

"Hello? This is the person you've been attacking…"

"Really?" The voice seemed to brighten, like a small child receiving a compliment. "Have Oi been doing well, then?"

Alex didn't know what to say. "Well, um… you've certainly been, er, very… eager…"

Silence, a cough, and then, "Never moind that," the voice mumbled gruffly. "Oi won't stop attacking you until you give me what Oi want. Meet me tamorrah at seven-and-ten-hundred hours by the Singapore Rivah in the place that was once a post office. A post office, roight?"

A heavy clunk sounded, and Alex was met with the dial tone. Confused, he replaced the phone on its stand, and sat heavily on the bed. It almost seemed as if icy had known he'd call.

"Um," Eagle's tentative voice brought him back to the real world. "Didn't you want to parley with him?"

Alex stared at the man blankly. "Hm? Oh, yes! We parleyed; well, sort of." He grimaced at the others' questioning faces. "He told me to meet him tomorrow somewhere…"

No-one replied, and Alex felt as though they were waiting for something more. He reviewed what he'd just said, then remembered. "Seven-and-ten-hundred hours, by the Singapore River in the place that was once a post office. Do any of you know what that means?"

They did not, but Snake held his hands in a steeple. "The post office is probably mentioned in some brochures, I'm sure, as a historical heritage sight. And seven-and-ten… Well that's seventeen, and seventeen-hundred hours is…"

"Five o'clock in the afternoon," said Eagle promptly, as if proud of his extensive knowledge.

Snake fidgeted on his seat. "Anyway, Alex, what are you going do now?"

"I don't know," Alex sighed. "Research the post office, I suppose. Are there any brochures in particular you think might mention it?" He slumped backwards onto the bed, fatigue making him more comfortable around the men than was usual.

Ben looked at him. "How about you go to bed – you're a teenager; you need more sleep anyway – and we'll look through the brochures for you."

Against his brain which agreed wholeheartedly with Ben's suggestion, Alex frowned and shook his head. "I'm not a child; I'm, er, seventeen, remember? Nearly eighteen. And this is my problem. I should be taking care of it."

"You sound just like Harry Potter," Eagle quipped, "and that's not a good thing. You aren't a hero with a prophecy over his head."

Alex shook his head. "No," he insisted, "it's fine. It's not as if I'm sacrificing my life or anything. This is research. It isn't even nine-thirty, yet."

Snake raise his hand, and then dropped it as if still shaking off the effects of school. "I, for one, think it's fine if Alex does the research. That way, Alex will hopefully have a better idea of where he meets icy; escape routes and all of that."

Wolf, Alex noticed, seemed to have fallen asleep while sitting, his eyes gazing blankly at the phone. But, feeling Alex's gaze on him, Wolf turned towards the boy and drew his brows together. "Mmmm."

Ben turned. "What was that, Wolfie? One grunt for yes, two grunts for no?"

"Mhmm." Wolf's ears were slowly infusing with pink. "I mean, yes. To Alex, not to you. I mean, Alex, he shouldn't sleep – you know…"

Normally, Alex would have held in his laughter, but under these circumstances, tired and affected by the atmosphere of friendliness surrounding him, he couldn't, and laughed. Loudly.

Eagle broke next, causing even Snake to snigger. Wolf opened his mouth, closed it, and muttered, "Who made it Pick On Wolfie Day?"

Eyes streaming, Ben clapped Wolf on the back. "It's alright, Wolf-man. We all love you."

Wolf scowled. "The feeling is not mutual, I assure you."

"Wow," exclaimed Snake, "Such long words! I never knew you had it in you."

"Shut up."

The room went into a momentary peaceful silence, and Alex grabbed the brochures next to the phone. As he opened the first one, Ben procured a pack of cards from somewhere, dealing to himself, Wolf and Snake; and Eagle returned to his book. Even though the men were not actively helping Alex, it was comforting knowing that if he did ask, they would help.

The brochure Alex had picked didn't seem very promising; it focused more on festivals than historical sites, but after years of Research Tasks in school, he'd learnt to read every source thoroughly, just in case. Quantity not quality, since quality was a rare faith… or something. Meanwhile, out of the corner of his eye, Alex watched Snake make the first move, placing down the three of hearts.

Wolf frowned. "What are we playing?"

Ben picked up a card from the stack in the middle and handed it to Wolf. Smugly. "Asking the rules."

Still looking bemused, Wolf tentatively placed down the king of hearts. Ben copied him with the queen.

From the Orchard Road lights to the Merlion, the brochure certainly was interesting. But not what Alex wanted. He finished reading it, and picked up the next brochure, trying half-heartedly to not focus on the game of cards the others were playing.

Snake had taken his turn with the ten of hearts, and now Wolf was frowning again, clearly with no hearts left in his hand. He looked constipated, and tentatively placed the ten of spades down.

Ben grinned. "Failure to call spades."

"Wha –?"

Snake sighed. "When you place a card of spades down, you have to say what card it is."

The grin on Ben's face widened, if that was at all possible. He handed Wolf his penalty card, but also a card to Snake. "Explaining the rules."

Snake rubbed his head and rolled his eyes.

Alex furrowed his brow. He was sure he had missed something – otherwise why else did this game seem so weird? – but Wolf seemed lacking of knowledge too. With a firm decision to concentrate on his Research, the boy wrenched his attention back to the brochures.

Gardens by the Bay was crowned with the prestigious World Building of the Year prize…

"Have a nice day," said Ben, and Alex looked up. Confusion spread through his mind like the musky, fascinating, yet repulsive smell of wild fox.

But no. Snake played the seven of diamonds and retaliated snootily, "Have a very nice day."

Poor Wolf.

Eagle snapped his book shut with a snap that was really more of a soft whup. "I'm done," he announced.

"Good for you," Ben muttered, deep in concentration.

"Talking!" cried Snake triumphantly, and yes, Ben conceded and took a card.

"Taking too long," the MI6 agent commented to Wolf breezily, giving him another card.

Wolf looked ready to burst into tears – manly ones, of course. It seemed that even the slightest twitch could get him a card.

Eagle turned on the television.

Alex gave up trying to understand the game, but the sound of the TV had taken over distracting him. For some reason, Eagle had abandoned the movie channel, and was instead watching a pretty young Singaporean woman extolling the virtues of several tourist spots around the island.

For the moment, the television was forgotten in favour of a particularly strenuous reading of a chunk of text that spanned an entire page. It took much of Alex's concentration to keep his mind on the text, but years of slogging through books, and then moving on to internet pages had taught Alex, if nothing else, the supreme skill of skim reading.

This, though, was forfeit as the TV once again caught Alex's attention. The pretty host had given way to a middle-aged man, balding with glasses, who read with the kind of voice Alex's history teachers had utilised. Despite this, Alex's attention had been successfully captured by the key words… Post Office.

"…Post Office is fondly remembered in the structure of the Fullerton Building. The postal counter used to stretch from the current location of the bar counter in Post Bar to Jade Restaurant. At 300 feet long, it was reputed to be the longest in Southeast Asia…"

Eagle got it as soon as Alex and they both let out cries of triumph.

Wolf set down his cards. "I give up! Eagle and Alex have found the post office and – and – so there!"

Ben and Snake shared a Look. The Scotsman shrugged. "You win," he said to Ben, who responded, somewhat solemnly, with a catlike "Mao."

Meanwhile, Eagle had retrieved a phonebook and map from one of the desk's drawers. "Number… one, Fullerton Square," he read, adding, "that's a bit odd; having a whole square named after them." He ran a finger down the map. "That's near the MRT station. We can catch the MRT and meet icy in the Fullerton Hotel, then finish in time for a quick meal at Lau Pa Sat."

"Mao?" said Wolf questioningly, and Snake immediately passed him a card.