The moon was shrouded by clouds tonight. Ming descended the stairs of his modest home, picked up his suitcase and headed for his car. He pulled the hood of his gray sweatshirt over his head and loaded up his illegal personal computer, wondering how much longer it would be against the law. It was past curfew, but in just a few minutes, none of that would matter ever again.
Jian Ming's story doesn't end here... what's his next chapter? Tell us!