The white Kia rolls into the parking lot of the Ramada in Suwon, the young man driving it looking down at the computer bag on the floor of the passenger side, a plastic bag with a bottle of water and a little packet of sushi on the seat proper. While it looked like the male was possibly taking a business trip, rather, it was to get some privacy. Byeon felt like he was being watched, by what, he didn’t know. But hunches in the intelligence world usually amounted to something. That wasn’t completely what the case was, however.
A few days prior, thoughts came into his mind about his old friend he met while he was training for the NSS: Jessica. She was not originally from Korea, like he was. As such, they bonded nicely over the happy memories of their homelands, Byeon being Ottawa and Jessica being California. However, when the young man was accepted into the service, and his job was more focused on long nights at the computer and chasing down shadows of different nations, he knew that the young girl had gone into the non-sexual escort service, but he didn’t have the time to speak. That would change tonight.
Huffing the computer bag over his shoulders, the plastic bag in his hand as well, he begins to walk towards the room, opening the door with his keycard. Hopefully Jessica would be here soon. If not, Byeon thought, back to work it is.