She had connected the airpods to the phone, listening to Reef as he told her: “you’ll find some Chinese men inside there, bastards! Tell them I’m the one who sent you. They will take the rest of the boxes.”

Azania found the men but she heard their noise before she saw them.

“我向上帝发誓，我做到了,” one of them said.

“你真是个骗子,” said another.

“我甚至可以告诉你她穿的是什么颜色的内裤.”

She had no idea what they were talking about. It sounded so loud at first she thought they were arguing.

“不要说粉红色，因为我知道她不穿那个,” until they started laughing. The laughter stopped when they saw her enter. All eyes on her, small eyes.

“Hi,” she said to them. At the back there were more of them, wearing the same blue overralls working with other boxes and different packges. The warehouse looked like a retail shop, tall shelves lined up with each space stacked with more appliances and boxes. The one Azania held looked small in comparison.

“Hi,” one of them said. He got up from his wooden stool. The group, five of them, were in a lunch break as they each held a sandwich and mugs (she couldn’t see what they were sipping) on the other hand. A deck of playing cards on the small table they sat around. Two of them frowned at her, displeased at the disturbance.

“I was sent by Reef,” she said and gave him the box. She smiled at him without knowing why. Maybe because he looked so innocent and peaceful, the face of a grown-up baby, if that makes sense. No touch of masculinity in the man’s face, no hardness or beard, so perfect, lips so pink they looked like a females. He was clearly the youngest of the five here. He took the box without smiling back.

“让我们拿起其他盒子,” he told his co-workers. They all got up and followed Azania outside.

The trunk was already open for them so they took the remaining boxes. She closed the trunk once it was empty. To her chagrin, none of them paused to inspect the boxes for what’s inside them, it seemed they had been expecting this delivery.

Reef’s voice returned to her ears, she lost her train of breathing for a second. “What’s happening?”

It was like he was speaking inside her head, invading the privacy of her thoughts. She took off the airpods and put the phone on the ear. It was better this way. “What’s happening?” He asked again.

She had to breathe for a bit before speaking. “They are taking the rest of the boxes inside.”

“All of them?”

“Yes. Trunk is empty.”

“Good.”

She looked up at the cameras. They looked down at her like two heads of a snake from one body. “Can I ask you something?” She said. “Promise you won’t be mad.”

“Not now. Get back in the car and drive away,” he said. “As fast as you can.”

“As fast…as fast as I can, why?”

“Just do it. Stop asking questions. Get out of there. Now!”

She looked up at the cameras with a face of someone who was about to cry. Then she hurried inside the Mazda. As fast as you can. The hovercar lifted up and she drove out of the front gates, the gates she wasn’t suppose to have entered through on the first place.

“Where are you now?” He asked on the car speakers.

“I’m out,” Azania said.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m out, away from the gates!”

“Good,” he said. The explosion behind rattled the hovercar in the air, felt like an earthquake to Azania. The building which had been the warehouse, as she now sees it via the rear view mirror, was now engulfed in bursting flames.