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Former mountain recon scout
Fang Yuan
Twenty-eight, five foot eleven, messy hair. He looks more like a hiker than a soldier. Cobalt shell jacket over a black long-sleeve. On paper he's a tourist. He's here for Zhao Lei.
Says little. His hands move before his head does. On night one he slips out the back of the restaurant, takes three claw marks to the left forearm in an alley, gives up on the motel and points the Wrangler east. The wounds are healing too cleanly.


