𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐙𝐨𝐧𝐞 || 𝐉𝐉 & 𝐊𝐃 ||

Chapter 13: Unfriendly Alliance

TIMESTAMP: 05:21 (5:21 AM)

Location: Somewhere in Nevada

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A black Yukon GMC was headed south bound, towards a rather isolated section of Nevada.

With Yosep as the driver, Namwook in the front passenger seat and Jaekyung sitting in the back, albeit impatiently.

He was tired and quite frankly ready to get back to South Korea's normal temperatures.

"How much longer?" Jaekyung's voice rang in the otherwise silent vehicle, not gazing at anything in particular before Yosep responded.

"Less than twenty minutes," Yosep responded coolly, "We haven't been out here in quite some time, so the drive feels much longer than usual."

Jaekyung rolled his eyes, looking over in the rear view mirror to Namwook who started right back at him,

"What? You got something to say?"

Namwook cleared his throat, gazing at the open road that seemed to be endless, "Kim Dan proved himself,"

"Is him taking on this next task really necessary? And was it really necessary for you to set it up like that?"

Namwook felt Yosep's hand get placed in his shoulder, almost as if he was warning him not to push too hard on the Don who was clearly still agitated from the long trip.

Without another word, Jaekyung reached forward and shut the partition between the front and back of the SUV.

Tossing his head back onto the headrest and folding his massive arms across his chest, Jaekyung let out a guffaw.

He didn't have to explain anything to anyone.

The first shipment was one thing, this time Jaekyung would really get to know if Kim Dan was really about this lifestyle or if he would perform just as badly as Dae-ho did.

Finding himself growing lax, Jaekyung stared out the window using the sights of empty, dry plains and the sound of the tires hitting the loose sediment on the road to put him at ease.

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TIMESTAMP: 22:21 (10:21 PM)

Location: Wayside Fishery, Daegu

Kim Dan found himself looking back at the address printed in the file, to his gps then to the store that was just a few feet away.

That is, if you could even call it a store, as it was more like a shoebox with dimmed, partially blacked out on some letters, neon writing.

"Here..?" Dan mumbled under his breath, taking one last glance of uncertainty, "I don't understand..."

He scowled down at his phone, knowing he still had four minutes left until he had to pick up whatever goods it was and head back to Busan.

Getting out of the truck he'd been given by Jaekyung's people to make the delivery, Dan trekked towards the front of the store. Wrapping his slender fingers around the cold door handle, he gently swung it open listening to the welcoming bell ring.

Almost immediately hit with an unpleasant smell of blood and perhaps dead fish, Dan stifled his breath, opting to take very subtle inhales by mouth while approaching the counter.

Behind the service counter stood two heavily tattooed men. The youngest who had situated himself on a stool Dan has presumed to be maybe in his early 20s as he donned a more youthful, yet still hardened expression, while the oldest was probably in his late 60s; a cigarette wedged between his lips and his wrinkled eyes glazed over as they shifted towards Dan.