“Kim Minseok, you have been assigned to a mission.” A deep voice echoed in the enclosed room.

Minseok’s eyes flickered over to the approaching figure. He stood up from his seat on the gym bench and dropped the two weights he was lifting seconds before. He grabbed the towel that was hanging from his neck, wiping the beads of sweat that had accumulated on his forehead.

“ing finally.” Minseok exclaimed, walking over to him. His last mission was a success, but left him with a broken arm. He was their top spy, but even the perfect spy can’t fight against twenty CIA agents without getting a battle wound.

His teacher glared at him, before handing over the assignment letter. He ripped it open in pure excitement. He read through it quickly before giving a quick glance at his teacher, hesitation in his eyes.

“Really?” Minseok asked, unsurely.

His teacher rolled his eyes, while suppressing a tiny smile that tried to make its way present on his face.

“Yes. You were a handful when you were younger Minseok. When you first joined the 225th Bureau, I was the only one who saw potential in you. You were a chubby child, but you were intelligent. After seven years of training, you surpassed all of your fellow spies. This assignment will not be quick. We know how you love to obtain your target’s trust before torturing and killing. We are allowing your tactics for this objective. Your target is none other than Oh Jaesuk. You have heard the stories about him. Complete scum. We have been watching him since he escaped us. We have sent many to kill him, but they have all come back unsuccessful. He has been in South Korea for 30 years, Minseok. We are happy he has not spilled our secrets yet. But knowing how he was when he was a teenager, he will not keep them to himself for long.”