"you want pardon for both of you?" incredulous, is how the director sounds to her--as if she hadn't given away years of her life to his program, his cause--a finely plucked brow arched in response.
"no i'm not asking -- i'm telling you." the woman waves the pistol in her hand airily before fixating on the man behind the desk, lip curling. "take it as a warning, if you want to save what's left of your men -- it wouldn't be the smartest of ideas to send them after us, director."
there's a noticeable sneer in her tone, one that chaeyoung doesn't bother to hide. there's no reason to fake manners for a man she no longer works for--slender fingers switching off the safety as she shifts, not too bothered with waiting given the sight of the man literally sweating and struggling to come with a decision before her.
"fine, but on one condition."
tch, men.
"name it."
sharp eyes lower to the open folder slid before her, flicking over the picture--of bright eyes and a pretty smile--and taking in the information as her brow raises a little higher.
the implication behind this was clear.
"and what does this kid have that's of value to someone like you?"
muted curiosity, more than anything, though really she should have expected the answer.
"DNA."
a scoff, tucking the gun back in her holster as she steps forward to tear off the first page.
"you have a week--"
"three days." chaeyoung cuts him off, tutting lightly as she reads over the information again before turning, waving a hand in dismissal.
"are you sure? she's a quick one."
the handler offers an amused hum in return, lips curving as thin heels click and clack against marble tiles. "i never miss--you just remind yourself about the consequences of double-crossing me while you wait, director."
she's almost through the door by the time another voice speaks up -- loaded with artificial sweetness that claws at the inside of her spine.
"i need her alive."
to her credit, chaeyoung doesn't break her stride.
