In the crowded command vehicle, no one spoke. The breaths of seven people rose and fell in succession. Up to now, all the work they could do had been completed. There was nothing left for them to intervene in; everything else was handed over to luck.
The act was akin to trying to capture a Siberian tiger with an infrared camera in the wild. You can make all the necessary preparations, but whether you'll end up with a catch depends on the tiger's mood.
Bai Zhen's eyes were wide open as he struggled to discern the huge, pitch-dark shadow in the video. It was the tall building across the intersection, beyond which nothing else could be made out. The effect was akin to covering the lens of a Nokia N95 with a finger before taking a picture, with the only reminder that Bai Zhen was watching a moving video being the noisy speckles on the screen.
