Ming Wang walked through the streets of London. He saw all the ruined or damaged buildings from the Blitz. It reminded him a bit too much of what had happened at Shanghai, his hometown, but he supposed that war was just that: destruction. He walked down Baker street towards where he was assigned, and walked into a room with different people assembled. "Ming Wang lepo-" Wang stopped himself. Despite being educated in both English and Chinese, he would still mix up his L's and R's, much to his embarassment. He started again. "Ming Wang reporting, sir. Sorry I was late. This is my first time in London, and I got lost with all the different street names. So, why are we all here?"
"There is no such thing as coincidence, only inevitability" - xxxHoLiC
"Justice? But I don't serve justice, Watson, I serve the truth." - Sherlock Holmes