This story follows Karina Yu, a Korean intelligence investigator missioned to capture a psychopathic assassin notably known as Winter.
Wyatt "Winter" Kim works for a large criminal organization known as Black Mamba. Assassins are called Naevis, who...
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Irene's voice crackled through the radio, expressing her concern about the unplanned situation. Karina casually removed the comms earpiece, relishing the sudden tranquility amidst the chaos of gunfire. Seeking refuge beneath a luxurious mahogany desk, she contemplated Irene's likely frustration with her knack for improvisation.
Originally meant to be long gone by now, Agent Yu found herself trapped in a cramped 32-square-foot room, evading bullets reminiscent of a scene from The Matrix. Despite Irene being her boss and highly esteemed, there was no intention of leaving without tying up loose ends.
A heavy sigh escaped as Agent Yu clung to classified files, fully aware that returning empty-handed would turn the mission into a colossal disappointment like the Game of Thrones finale, a prospect that would irk her to no end.
The room posed a challenge for finding an escape route, was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Outside the door, remaining shooters regrouped and fortified their position, with sporadic gunfire. Sneaking into the room had been a challenge, and leaving seemed like swimming upstream in a hurricane. The large window offered an option, but leaping out felt like an invitation to a firing squad.
The door slammed shut, prompting Karina to hasten her escape plan. Surveying the room, her eyes fell upon the ventilation system.
Waiting for a break in the gunfire, she ascended to the vent using a rickety chair, relying on their black belt in Taekwondo for balance. Balancing on the precarious chair proved easy for someone skilled in side-kicking.
Thanks to her meticulous preparation, she had every nook and cranny of the venue memorized. The interconnected vents provided the perfect escape route, leading directly to the kitchen chamber. A simple phone call to Irene from there would bring KOSMO's choppers for extraction, fingers crossed that Irene wasn't holding a grudge over her discarded earpiece.
// KOSMO: Korean Oversight Special Missions Operation - A covert branch of the National Intelligence Service. Like the CIA but in South Korea. //
"Looks like someone's been using the vent as a personal storage unit," Karina muttered to herself, eyeing the clutter in front of her. "Sure, it's cramped and smells like Satan's armpit, but it beats my old apartment."
With determination, she navigated the mess, sidestepping spiderwebs and tennis balls like a pro. "Hope there's a decent pizza place at the end of this tunnel," she mused to herself.
Emerging in the empty kitchen, documents still in tow, Karina braced for Agent Irene's imminent verbal barrage. "—absolutely unacceptable. Karina?! Are you there?!" Irene's marathon-runner lungs and bull-like stamina had probably been yelling at her for hours; credit where it's due for her tenacity.
