FINE WINE || L.HS

0. PROLOGUE

OCTOBER 17 - 2019 - SEOUL

She reloaded her gun and put her mask on her face before putting on her helmet. She zipped up her jacket and put the gun in her pocket. Looking around her uneasily, she checked if the area was safe, then put her very best foot forward and got on her motorcycle.

It was the middle of the night and there were some drunk people walking down the street. That was not her interference. She checked his location on her screen on her motorcycle via a special tracker she had previously installed on his sports car, which was currently moving at nearly 200 kilometers per hour on the highways of the city.

She snapped her neck before turning on her motorcycle with the keys and without even looking back quickly tearing away, leaving marks on the asphalt. Riding along the roads of Seoul, she finally reached the highway.

"I'm still two kilometers away from him, Damon," she said through the earpiece she had in her ear. "Do you hear me?"

"Damon here," Damon said through his earpiece. "I hear you loud and clear. Just speed up, I'll pay the fine even if you just work for us." He chuckled.

She laughed and accelerated her engine, almost hitting 220 kilometers per hour. There was almost no car on the road, so there was hardly any chance of her being caught.

She just meandered along the road until she finally saw a matte black ferrari driving in the distance with bright lights. "I have him in my sights."

"Stay calm. Try to drive next to him and see who is in the car. If it's him, I'll send our troops after him."

"Got you, Damon."

Damon was watching her with a location tracker that was on her motorcycle, seeing that she was heading south. "Don't head too much south, else we will lose the connection because of the amount of distance."

"I know," She replied. "I'm trying."

She was already beginning to falter through the audio.

Gradually, she finally rode right behind him. She saw a little head in the car looking back and making a hand gesture. Soon the sports car in front of her accelerated.

"Shit," she said as she had to speed up her bike, too, but it wouldn't go any faster. "I'm losing them! They're on to me!" She yelled, but on the other side of the earpiece, Damon could barely understand her.

"I-C-t-Hear-You!" Damon dropped out because of a disconnect.

"I'm so close!"

"Sto-It!"

"Almost!"

Suddenly, the ferrari's brake lights turned red. She widened her eyes when she saw that the car suddenly stopped. She still tried to brake, but at a speed of almost 100 kilometers per hour she flew over the ferrari with her motorcycle.

She rolled on the ground, her motorcycle suit all torn up. She coughed and watched her motorcycle slide farther and farther down the road. She crawled across the ground, until suddenly she felt a hand on her foot. She screamed.

"SUMMER!" The connection returned. "What's going on?"

Summer could hardly believe what was going on, and she certainly couldn't bring herself to talk to Damon. She was in shock and had a huge headache.

The dizziness just showed her that the car door of the ferrari was open as she was being dragged along. Suddenly she was laid on her back. There she saw him, the one she needed. He bent over her and raised the screen of her helmet, revealing her eyes.

"I don't know who you are and what you want from me, but think carefully if you are going to follow me again. I'm more dangerous than you think, girl," The perpetrator spoke and roughly lowered the screen of her helmet, giving her a sort of blow to her head. She groaned in pain. Then he walked away and got back into the car, which a few seconds later drove hard past her, nearly knocking her underneath.

She took a few deep breaths and crawled to the emergency lane. "Damon," She panted. "It was him."

"Stay there, Summer. I'm going to pick you up."