The next morning.
The sun in Coast City had barely climbed above the bay when Yang Ming was already standing outside the gates of Ferris Aircraft.
He held a cup of unsweetened coffee in one hand, his other hand tucked into his trench coat pocket.
Inside the pocket, the Green Lantern Ring lay quietly.
Ever since Abin Sur had dragged him to the beach for forced overtime last night, the thing had flashed seven times.
With each flash, Yang Ming pushed it a little deeper into his pocket.
"Stop rushing me."
Yang Ming spoke under his breath.
"The recipient hasn't signed for it. There's nothing I can do."
The ring didn't respond.
Apparently, it didn't accept complaints.
Ferris Aircraft occupied a vast site, with several experimental aircraft parked on the outer apron. Ground crews wheeled equipment carts back and forth, while the roar of engine tests occasionally drifted from the distant hangars.
As soon as Yang Ming approached the front desk, a blonde receptionist looked up.
"Sir, do you have an appointment?"
"No."
"Who would you like to see?"
"Hal Jordan."
The receptionist's expression froze for a moment.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jordan isn't at the company today."
"On leave?"
"Suspended."
Yang Ming looked up.
Realizing she had said too much, the receptionist quickly corrected herself. "That's an internal company matter. I'm not at liberty to disclose it."
Yang Ming took a business card from his briefcase and placed it on the counter.
Consultant, Wayne Medical Foundation.
Forensic Consultant, Central City Police Department.
Medical Director, Gotham City East End School Project.
After reading the card, the receptionist looked at Yang Ming again.
"Are you looking for Mr. Jordan about a medical issue?"
"A psychological issue."
Yang Ming spoke.
"He lacks a proper understanding of the risks to his own life and