Milo held up his license papers, folded and crumpled from his breast pocket. He had his badge, although it wasn't technically official. He handed it over and started talking.<br/><br/>"You familiar with Zhu Yuanzhang? Ended the Yuan Dynasty in the 1300's. Took modern day Beijing from the Mongols on September 14th, 1368. Won the Battle of Lake Poyang, after three days of fighting a larger navy. Captured Hangzhou in 1367. A lot of battles he fought seemed to be tipped out of his favor, and yet he pulled through. Rumor has it he had a magic pearl that aided his luck. And the box that went missing is supposedly the container of that pearl."<br/><br/>He tried to start the conversation to change the topic, but looking at this woman, it felt too familiar. He knew her, and he couldn't remember from where. With a photographic memory as good as his, it was basically impossible. For a slight moment, as she handed back his documentation, they brushed hands. It shocked him. Literal shock, similar to static buildup, but different. He tried to hide his curiosity and the headache ripping through his skull as he looked back into her eyes.