When you face the enemy, become their friend. Open yourself to them and make them think you aren't hostile. Use your gender as a tool.  -Officer IM 

He pulled me in and his lips were on mine in a flash. They were soft, despite his rough demeanor, and he was a good kisser, even if I've only kissed 1 other guy before. 

I went down and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving me with skin, easy to put a knife through. I was pushed up against the wall in the next moment. He kissed down my neck, on a spot that made me moan. I stopped it but was highly embarrassed. I was acting like Kim Jong-Un's girls. This is a loss of pride. 

One of his hands moved down to touch my clothed while the other went to my right thigh, putting it up around his waist. My hands roamed his back, and this almost felt...good. Like I was breaking the rules. This was the first time I've ever done something like this, and I didn't want to stop it.

But, I had a mission. 

His lips were dangerously close to my when he stopped everything, freezing.

"And I was enjoying myself." I felt his hand press against my thigh, going down it. He felt my knife, "What girl brings a dagger to a fight?" 

I pushed him off of me and pulled out the dagger. He had a gun pointed at my head as fast as I had the dagger at his throat. 

"Sleeping with girls isn't my thing, but when I heard that Kyung-Il went rouge, I knew they'd sent another one. When I found out it was a woman, I thought this would be the easiest way. It took me four months to find you." 

"I would say the same thing." 

"What do they have against you? Why are you doing this for them? You know how horrible they are." 

"Why would I tell you that."

"I can help you." 

They cannot help you, even if they offer it. They will stab you in the back later. -Officer YONG

"You can use me to get the information you need and then kill me off like you did to Kyung-Il."

"Who was the one who exposed Kyung-Il again?" I hid my shock. How long did he know?

"I heard Kyung-Il and you arguing. He's you brother, or rather, an illegitimate sibling. He did something to you, that I didn't catch, but you did away with him, putting those pictures in his backpack. He looked devastated when we showed it to him. Who was that man?"

"I won't tell you anything, you're the enemy."

"We all have a common enemy in Kim Jong-Un. I can grant you clearance, help you get your family-"

"Shut the up and kill me. Or do you need my help that bad?" His eyes narrowed. 

"I don't like shooting unless I have to, Kim Hye-In. If I can turn you around-"

"Then let me give you a reason-" I took my knife and slashed it down his chest. It went on a slant and was about 6 inches long. He was about to shoot when I disarmed him and took the gun for myself and aimed it at him. He was on the floor, putting pressure on his wound. 

"Tell everyone this happened, and your cover is blown. Who says we don't have more here?"

"You can't run for long. Either they find you or I do." 

"Who says you'll live longer than this moment?" 

"BamBam, are you outside?" He tapped his belt buckle. He was wired up. 

"3..2.." The voice from the belt buckle counted down, and I ran to the window. A gun went off and a pain came throughout my body, starting at my side. I disregarded this and jumped out the window. Running farther away towards cars. I picked a random car and jumped in, hot-wiring it. I saw whoever he called in running my way. 

"Come on, come on!" The car roared to life and I sped out of there, running into others cars. Gun shots when off again, one going through the back window. I took the opportunity to aim my gun from the window and take one clean shot at my pursuer. It wasn't a direct hit, but I grazed him enough to make him fall. 

I took the black phone out of my purse and pressed the one button. 

Only use this in emergencies. 

-Hello?

-When can I bring by the toys for the charity? 

-Agent 41078, come to 628-1 Ahyeon-dong, Mapo-gu, Seoul, South Korea

-My dorm room is number 678 on the 6th floor. All of my things are marked. 

-They will be in your hands by tomorrow morning. 

-Over

I threw the phone in front of the car, making sure I ran over it. The pain in my right side hit me again and I stuffed some napkins in my back. There was no exit wound, but it was going to be horrible to stitch up. 

To ease my mind and pain, I the radio, finding a new station. 

"This in. North Korea is in a state of emergency, facing one of the worst droughts in its history. Food shortages are worsening, but we do not know about food stock or casualties from this event. Yet, North Korea is not calling in any aid from its allies." I shut the radio off quickly, as my mind went into more worry over Junhong. Are they feeding him? Is he getting food or is he starving? 

Don't worry about me, I'll be fine!

How can I not worry about you?