In the warehouse.
Song Heping handed a bag of food to the injured team leader Naxin, who had been shot through the arm by someone during last night's firefight and was now slinging one arm after being bandaged.
"Rest assured, it's Halal."
Song Heping said, "We have many locals in our company."
"Which mercenary company are you from?" asked Naxin, "Black Water? AAFES? EO? Or the British Sparta?"
The companies he mentioned were currently some of the more famous mercenary companies in Baghdad.
Song Heping shook his head. "We are 'Musician' Defense."
"Musician?" Naxin frowned, seemingly unwilling to accept, "I've never heard of it."
Song Heping said, "Does it bother you that you fell into our hands?"
Naxin didn't say a word but changed the subject, "Are you Chinese?"
Song Heping didn't plan to explain but just nodded. "Mmm."
He then said, "Naxin, I want to ask you a few questions and I hope you will answer truthfully."