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Dylan Ting sat quietly in the van beside his Asian student, Ru. They waited at the dock. Dylan knew better than to speak; silence said no fear, no hesitation.
A van pulled up beside them and Ru exited the van. Dylan followed suit. Ru greeted the driver, a middle-aged Asian man, and introduced Dylan as his partner, with no names exchanged. The man indicated they should follow. He walked past half a dozen small storage areas, towards an office structure, unlocked the security screen and glass door, entered, and grabbed a folder. Inside the folder, he shuffled through the paperwork, found the one he was looking for, clipped it to the front of the folder, and gave it to Ru with a pen.
Dylan studied the young man; Ru would not have been a day over twenty-five with his small round face and
