"My name...is Im Jugyeong, I was born in Daegu, Korea...and have spent...the last ten years working...with the Federal Bureau of Investigation's cyber-crime unit. A few weeks ago...I was taken by terrorists—"
The moment she said the word, one of the men hit her with the butt of his rifle. She let out a small cry as she fell forward, and the other man reached down with a gloved arm and pulled her back to her knees.
"I was taken...by the revolutionary group; Rsamks...They are tired...of the hypocritical nature of our...government in this country. They are tired of the lies...and the cover-ups. They've tried to...get in contact with Dir...ector...Ahn Doeun and other agents, but their legiti...mate requests have all been... ignored, mocked, and pushed aside...They know now that they cannot fight evil with good, but only with more evil, ...and they will not stop until not only the director...of the FBI stands...down, but the President as well," she stammered.
I looked to Y/N at that, but she just grinned in reply. I was not aware that we wanted the President gone, especially after we'd spent millions to get him into office.
An altered voice recording spoke out. "It's time for the people to step up. It's time for the people to fight back. It's time for the people to become Republic Soldiers Against More Korean Savagism. If not, we will do as our forefathers have done and declare war. If you hear a rumble close by, or see a smoke cloud over the horizon, take that as proof of our intent. We're requesting that you, Mr. President and Mr. Director, step down, or the blood of many innocent victims will be on your hands." And with that, the video feed was cut, and Doeun's broadcast was once more being shown as the reporter commented
He stood at the podium with a stony expression on his face as his agents filled him in on the latest developments. As they stepped back, he turned and glared into the camera with such intensity that it would have made even me flinch if I were a weaker man. Then he left without answering any of the questions that the reporters were hurling at him.
"I think he's angry," Y/N smirked, as her phone rang. Pulling it out, she paused as she turned and showed me the caller ID.
"Mr. Director, I'd like to think that there are more pressing situations for you to be handling at this moment than calling to have a chat with your dear, old granddaughter," Y/N mocked as she placed him on speaker.
"Do you know what you've just done?" he snapped.
My grin widened. We'd struck a nerve. "Why don't you inform us, Doeun?"
"I've protected your imprudent, truculent, ungrateful, dirty family for decades. I know where all the bodies are buried. I know all the motherfucking codes to your bank accounts, any and everything you have is because I have allowed it. I am the hand of God, and you have bitten me. If you believe, even for a moment, that I was concerned with you or the insufficiency that is your family, then you were mistaken. But now, you have my full attention...and trust me, it's something you never wanted to have."
"Are you threatening us?" I hissed, as I took the phone into my hand. "You and I both know that you cannot expose us without exposing your-fucking-self. Self-preservation is in our blood. Come at us and I will drag you to hell with me, grandfather-in-law. We will expose secrets that will destroy all faith in the government that you care so deeply about. We will bring down your entire world. Our reign of terror will pale in comparison to what will happen here. So, I'm not buying what you're fucking selling. You're threatening the wrong motherfucking person."
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Born To Bleed - KTH FF (BOOK III)
Fanfiction"Demons by Choice." Betrayed. Y/N is nowhere to be found, Taehyung is in jail, and the Kim family is cracking, just as Ahn Doeun, the FBI Director and puppet master behind their downfall, planned. But just because they're down doesn't mean they're o...
