SOG (English)

#30

The things inside were really items that Director Yoon had sent. She paid to the military in exchange for keeping Go Woo-Jin tied up on the Island. He cast his eyes on the tightly closed door, and let out a brief exclamation.

— May I take a look at the goods? Even without asking, Director Yoon sent something good, so she asked to please look forward to it.

Again, the soldier on the left hesitated, and the soldier on the right nodded as if he had been waiting. The solid iron door that filled one side of the wall, opened with another annoying squeaky rattle. Following the soldiers, Jae-Chan took out his cell phone and quickly sent a text message.

The recipient was Kim Geun-Won.

[Senior. I'm currently at the Mentosa Castle underground air-raid shelter. If we lose contact, please come find me.

8:58 PM]

Judging from the fact that the chest badge embroidered in front of the name was a white plum flower, the non-commissioned officers* (from this point forth I'll be referring to them as sargeants, to save time, after all the rank between commissioned officer and soldier, includes the grades of staff sergeant, sergeant first class, master sergeant, and sergeant major.) were people without this ability* (I think it means they're normal people). He didn't have to worry about dying because he had something to believe in, but it's human nature to be unable to know what will happen. In any case, there might be an ambush inside.

[Wait, what are you talking about?

08:58 PM]

He got a reply right away. Kim Geun-Won would at least contact Go Woo-Jin if he went missing later, so he had insurance.

It was dark inside. The smell of damp mold and iron wafted faintly through the air. One of the sargeants clicked the switch and turned on the light. The flickering suddenly came on, revealing a deep and wide trench-like terrain.

Dozens of large steel-framed storage cabinets were packed tightly together, like mart warehouses. The front cabinet close to the entrance was empty and filled with boxes from the inside. At that time, the sargeant on the left, who was walking ahead, glanced back.

— Will that person also be entering with you?

Sun Jae-Chan held back a sigh. The one that the soldier had pointed to was Nam Myung-Sung, who was walking along. In the worst case scenario, he could be locked up by the soldiers or even shot. Really now.

— Don't worry, Guide-nim.

Nam Myung-Sung, who had a soft smile as usual, was embarrassed, unaware of the other person's thoughts.

— I'm asking you this way because the Guide-nim is very reluctant to go to the village. It's less burdensome this way.* (This is said to SJC, NMS speaks very respectfully so sometimes he refers to him in the third person.)

Nam Myung-Sung tapped on the inner pocket where he had put the money envelope back in. Sun Jae-Chan said, — No. It's more burdensome.— He withheld the grumbling. Nam Myung-Sung was, of course, unaware of the seriousness of the situation. Sun Jae-Chan only shrugged his shoulders because he could look suspicious if he rebuked him here. The sargeant turned his eyes forward again.

-Oing-. It's going to be hard to open this.

The sargeant on the right, who was walking ahead, fiddled with the box closest to him. Each military box was tightly bound with yellow PP banding straps. Since it was a tough plastic strap they needed scissors, but there was no way they would've found one now.

The sargeant, who had been wary of Sun Jae-Chan's group for a while, was briefly relieved. Of course, he had received an order from his superiors to <<protect it because it's an ordinary item>>, but he thought it was a favorable situation because it seemed like an act of crossing the line to rip it off at will.