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The gusty winds buffeted the aircraft as it initiated its final descent through the stormy weather.
The turbulence jolted me awake, the plane landing with a thud at Korean Airport. I blinked, gradually peering out the window to witness an impending storm.
"We've arrived, Bruce." Talia informed, having taken the seat next to me.
The past month has been incredibly hectic. My training under Sandra had escalated to a new level of difficulty, while Ra's remained committed to imparting his specialized skills.
Talia and I managed to meet daily after my training sessions, although our time together was often limited to an hour, and sometimes even less. Many times, we found ourselves simply gazing at the stars in comfortable silence.
I wouldn't say our relationship had taken any big steps. We both recognized each other's attractiveness and shared an odd kind of companionship in each other's presence, but that seemed to be the extent of it.
On the other hand, Ra's and I engaged in extensive conversations. We exchanged ideas and debated topics ranging from history. I have to admit, he's quite engaging—that is once you overlook the fact that he's a genocidal misanthrope and the leader of an assassin group.
Anyway, I retrieved my jacket and proceeded to leave my seat, trailing behind Talia as she made her way towards the exit. Ra's joined us from his private quarters as we descended the stairs and disembarked from the jet.
A luxurious limousine awaited us, with a chauffeur ready to drive. I stepped into the car, followed by Talia and Ra's.
The vehicle gradually pulled away from the airport, and my view changed to the lights of Seoul city.
I couldn't help but scowl, the memories from this place are still in my mind fresh as a Christmas snow.
The last time I had been here, things were significantly different.
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Amidst the surrounding chaos, the buildings stood as solemn witnesses—scorched remnants of a recent rebellion. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke, the fiery aftermath evident in the charred remains strewn haphazardly—testaments to the recent conflict.
In the distance, the sound of gunfire echoed, a grim reminder that the battle still raged on in the waters of Korea.
"Chief, they've taken hostages inside." A communication officer reported, passing a file to the Commanding General.
The Commander shifted his gaze away from the UN consulate visible through his binoculars, focusing on us. His face bore a grim expression as he perused the report.
"Are there any alternative entry points?" He queried, his attention fixed on a blueprint of the consulate laid out on a table.
"Negative, sir. They've detonated the tunnels and fortified the walls. There's a direct approach, but it might be a trap."
"What about rooftops?" He inquired.
"Snipers have been positioned in adjacent apartment complexes with smoke cover. We could enter, but without aerial support, it'll be a challenge." The officer responded dutifully. I observed the conversation, finishing loading my semi-automatic.
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