Deckard walked under a sign that stretched across the road on two posts at either end of the street.  It announced that he was entering China Town.  China Town in Port Louis.  He walked his surveillance detection route through the city, visiting a number of shops along the way.  They had only finished breaking down the staging area in Australia and landed back in Mauritius a few hours prior.  By the time he got to the third shop, he realized he had picked up a tail.

Stopping at a fruit stand, Deckard picked a kiwi out of a basket and tossed it into the air several times.  The person tailing him stopped alongside and picked up a mango.

“How long have you been in country?” Deckard asked.

“Long enough, brother,” Aghassi responded.  “Long enough.”