Hong Kong,<br/>3 hours before current time;<br/><br/>Guang Ming sat in the sewer management center, waiting. He had stretched out his senses to detect photonic activity in the sewers for the past six hours already, the most he had detected was a large rat which he would have wanted to snap a picture to show his mates later, but there was a job to do and he had no camera to speak of. He had thrown several glow sticks at the sides of the sewage canals monitoring if a large shadow was being created.<br/><br/>His team was above, at street level, supposedly looking out for the rat-man, a name which was quickly becoming a mythical term in this part of the town. He shifted his sick mask higher over his nose, trying to ward off the smell to no avail. In his hands were T-shaped objects meant for holding between his knuckles, Prism Keys, designed specially for light users, one could conjure a solid light blade on one of these and use it like a throwing knife or as a sword, depending on what the situation demanded for.<br/><br/>There seemed to be gunshots above, at street level and he reared his head to look up at the brick ceiling, it was dim and he did not possess the slightest amount of X-ray vision and manipulating light so that he could see things at street level was too troublesome at the moment. So he decided to stay put.<br/><br/>Three hours later, he was given the call that they had given up for the day and were returning to the hotel. When he got back to street level it turned out that there was a major gunfight between the triads which had happened right beside him. Guang Ming sighed, he would definitely need a shower.