Hunt The Hunter

"A person?!" Feng Xuan almost laughed. "What? Some of our ghosts?"

Qing Chen ran a hand through his hair. "Just a feeling. But that's a stretch. Maybe I'm just getting a little paranoid. We need things to work perfectly or else, we're going to die." 

They all stared at the whiteboard. To a stranger's eyes, it would mean nothing. There would be too many objects and lines connecting this and that. It was like Qing Chen created his own riddle on this board.

Qing Chen recounted their plans and made one last change. "I think you should be on the ground," he pointed to Qing Lok. "If there are any technological barriers around it, I need you to turn it off. If there are going to be missles—"

"Yes, yes, I'll hack into the system and direct it elsewhere."