Gifted

기프티드 Gifted

Author: 도서관식객

Summary:

There are those who carry out missions at the request of intelligence agencies from various countries.

Known as an independent agent

Han Kyu-ho, one of the independent agents.

His adventures around the world.

And a hidden secret. Gifted.


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    < PRELUDE. TaeChung Trading Company's Section Chief Han GyuHo >

     

    Mission: FCA - Free Carrier (Carrier delivery conditions)
    d+1 (One day after operation start) 0540
    10.008773, 43.163271, Borama North-Northwest, Somalia, Africa

    The man wearing camouflage opened the heavy steel door. The musty air stabbed at his nose. Rather, the stench was more putrid than musty. The smell couldn't be this pungent from just excrements. It had to contain blood.

    The man slightly creased his face and quietly entered the room. In the room about a meter squared, the man found his mark amidst the thickening stench. The man slowly approached a bloody bundle of rags that appeared to be a fallen animal, he confirmed his mark.

    Alive?

    The man carefully put his hand to the mark's neck. The area jutting out beneath the jaw, the area where the artery is close to the skin. The man who placed his hand on the area where the heartbeat is easily verified, he felt a weak heartbeat, but it was there. Alive for now.

    Alive. For now. If the mark stays in this sort of condition, he would die, but he was still alive.

    The man shook the mark's shoulders. The mark opened his eyes as if it were a conditioned reflex once his shoulders shook. Fear flashed in his eyes. The man quickly covered the mark's mouth. Some noise was fine. Already, there was no living being that could listen in on their conversation. But even so, the man blocked the mark's mouth. and said.

    "Agent Noyce?"

    The mark's eyes wavered, but didn't nod his head.

    A trained agent. A very well trained one.

    "Agent Noyce, I'll say the code now. Echo Nine, Port Alice, November (N), Golf (G), Uniform (U), Whiskey (W), Tango (T), Yankee (Y), Bravo (B), Hotel (H)."

    The man who came to rescue said the code.

    The mark's eyes quivered even more. His emotions could be seen from the dilated pupils. From fear to hope.

    He asked again.

    "Agent Enoch?"

    The mark nodded. Finally the man removed his hand which was covering the mark's mouth and talked into his ear.

    "The United States of America sent me to bring you back. Do you agree?"

    The CIA agent, Enoch Noyce, from the Center of Prevention of Nuclear Weapon Proliferation nodded his head.

    The man said again.

    "Say it out loud. Do you agree to the escape?"

    "Yes, I agree. Please take me home. Sir."

    The weak, shaking voice showing his will escaped his lips. Get his agreement, and document it.

    It was essential.

    "Ok. Let's go home."

    Han GyuHo said while smiling. Seeing the smile, Enoch Noyce thought it was a smile he could trust.

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    Mission: FCA - Free Carrier (Carrier delivery conditions)
    d-5 (5 days before the mission) 1000 Songpa-dong, Seoul, Korea

    The man was annoyed.
    He had just fallen asleep after a torturous hangover when the text rang.
    The man could fall asleep anywhere when he deemed it was safe.

    Sleep when you can. Eat when you can. It was the man's rules of survival.

    The reason he woke was because of a feeling he had. The sound of the alarm wasn't what woke him, but the instinct that the alarm was important was what woke him. The very instinct that had always kept his life safe.

    The man grabbed his phone and checked the text message.

    '1300 Weekly Conference Planned.'

    A simple phrase not even including a preposition.

    "Weekly conference my ass. This geezer has good timing. He was born with the ability of harassing people."

    If he wanted to grab a bowl of soup after getting up and taking a quick shower he had to move now. (TLN 해장국 - soup for hangovers)

    The man grasped his aching head and got up from the bed.

    Gyeonggi-do Seongnam-si Sujung-gu Sansung-dong. On the 3rd floor of building located on the alleyway heading up to the Korean Polytechnics University was a sign with TaeChung Trading Company on it.

    The company was a small trading company that dealt with import and export of the manufacturing companies within Seongnam for 5 years, but after the recent global economic recession and the following import and export decreases that brought about negative business profits was just another trading company with no competitive edge.
    In addition, the company lost one of their consigner to a larger trading company and had to brace another hard year.

    There was one department in TaeChung Trading Company.

    Import Export 2nd Division.

    The department was made up of one section chief, who doesn't even deal with normal import export duties nor sales. Not only that, but he doesn't even come in to work so he didn't have a desk.

    Occasionally, when the one and only section chief shows his face at the company, he is seen smoking on the sofa in the CEO's room, but never working.

    There were rumors of him being a distant family member of the CEO, or even that he was the company sponsor's son.

    TaeChung Trading Company's Import Export 2nd Division's Section Chief Han GyuHo

    The man who was complaining just a moment ago on the bed when he read the text, Han GyuHo.

    Section Chief Han GyuHo opened the doors and entered the CEO's office immediately. It wasn't as if he had a desk, and he wasn't close enough to the other employees to greet them. If they thought he was a product of nepotism, let them think that. (TLN 낙하산 - slang to denote parachuting into a company aka nepotism.)

    As he opened the office door the culprit that woke him from his sweet dreams was looking at documents.

    TaeChung Trading Company's CEO Kim WonHyung. The typical mid 60s Korean male who runs a small trading company and has graying hair, deep creases in his face.

    Han GyuHo threw himself into the sofa without a greeting.

    "What is it now?"

    'How have you been?' 'How's your health?' 'You've been well?' No greetings of the sort.

    It's been 20 years since they've met each other, but it wasn't far off to say they've never greeted each other affectionately.

    CEO Kim WonHyung kept on looking at the documents in his hands without a reply, and only once he quickly signed the bottom of it did he turn his eyes to Han GyuHo as he pressed the button on his desk.

    A 'zzzzzzing' vibration hit Han GyuHo's eardrums. It was a high frequency vibration that normal people couldn't hear. It vibrates the windows along with a signal jammer.

    Wiretapping has long been discarded. Especially the wireless ones that use radio waves are detected 100% or cancelled out. So the method that came to be was to use the vibration of the windows.

    Human words are delivered through vibrational sound waves, and these vibrations are tuned to the windows. The wiretapping that could pick up these vibrations rose up as an alternative method.

    To prevent this, TaeChung Trading Company placed a high frequency vibrational aligner in the CEO's office. To put it simply, it was an extension of the noise cancelling ear-chute technology.

    Even after the wire-tap cancelling device was fully operational, Kim WonHyung said nothing for a while.

    It was Kim WonHyung's habit to deliberate even in these conditions.

    "You'll need to work with Americans."

    "Americans? They're a bit annoying..."

    "They're CIA so it'll be clean. If you don't want to, you don't have to, but give it a try. The Americans are one thing, but this has the Prime Contract riled up as well."

    Prime Contract. It meant someone was commisioned by the CIA, and that commission came to Han GyuHo. The Prime Contract was the Korean Intelligence Agency.

    "What about them? It's not them that's working."

    "It means they want the Americans to owe them. They pressured you into moving. That sort of thing."

    Han GyuHo thought. Now I don't want to do it even more.

    "I don't want to do it even more. What do I get out of it?"

    "Think of it as placing a debt with the Primary Contract. It's the NIS (National Intelligence Service), not the Primary Contract."

    "Do I have to do it? I don't want to."

    "Just go and hear what they have to say. If you go, you'll go today. Go to K-5 5.

    I didn't like it.

    Annoying from the start.

    Section Cheif Han GyuHo, who in truth was an Independent Agent who does jobs commissioned by the Intelligence Agencies of various countries, thought this annoyance would continue on.

     

    < PRELUDE. TaeChung Trading Company's Section Chief Han GyuHo >

    도서관식객 (Library Houseguest)

     

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  • < Mission 01: Carrier delivery conditions >

     

    Mission: FCA – Free Carrier (Carrier delivery conditions)
    d-5 1600 OSN, Shinjang-dong, Pyeongtaek-si, Gyunggi-do

    K-55, OSN, RKSO. They're all names for one place.
    Osan Air Force Base.

    It's the main base of the American 7th Air Force based in pacific, and the main link between America and Korea.

    Not only the US Air Force, but even the US Government Organizations and Intelligence Agencies all come through the Osan Air Force Base into Korea. Including the Air Force One, the President's private airplane, lands on the Osan Base escorted by the 7th Air Force. The Osan base is a domain ruled by a lord who is loyal to the US Secretary of the Air Force.

    The lord ruling over the base now is Lieutenant General Kyle Johnson of the 7th Air Force.

    There are only two areas where inspections are stricter than the Civilian Control Line.

    The main doors of the Blue House, and the K-55 Doolittle gate.

    If one is not currently part of the US military, they need to park at the gate parking lot, scan their identification card, talk with whoever they need to meet, and go through the full body scanner to step foot into the base.

    Obviously, it's a different story if the person they're meeting is Commander Kyle Johnson.

    Han GyuHo is that different story.

    As soon as he parked the car, a soldier of the First Sergeant rank came and gave salute.

    "Are you Chief Han GyuHo? It's Sergeant Anthony from HQ. I'll take you in."

    After giving a quick nod to the African-American Sergeant who greeted him with natural Korean, Han GyuHo got into the sedan.

    Escorted by a Sergeant from HQ, in the Commander's vehicle, there was no need to show ID or go through a full body scan. All you need to do is sit in the back seat.

    Han GyuHo, sitting in the comfortable back seat, took out his cigarettes and lit it alight.

    Nobody spoke a word. Not the soldier in the driver's seat, nor the Sergeant in shotgun.

    Sergeant Anthony received his orders 20 minutes ago. To go to doolittle gate and escort a man named Han GyuHo.

    Its one of two things when HQ escorts a Korean. Either a VIP of Secretary status or part of the intelligence agency.

    Either way, it didn't matter to Sergeant Anthony.

    He is a machine. Everyone in HQ is a machine that cannot hear with their ears, cannot see with their eyes, and cannot say with their mouths. The orders to escort the man in the back is because there is a reason to.

    Han GyuHo smoking in the back seat of the Commander's car had nothing to do with him.

    Once past the gate, the car came to a smooth stop in front of a building without delay.

    When he got out of the car, Sergeant Anthony left, and a Lieutenant Colonel came to greet him.

    As he entered the building into the B3 bunker four people received Han GyuHo.

    He quickly scanned the enclosed area.

    One ventilation duct. Door behind his back. A table in the middle, atop it a projector, and the connected laptop - a secured version made for intelligence agencies.

    On his left, an asian who looked to be Korean, early 30s. 175cm, thin build, approximately 65kg? NIS?

    On the right, one White American, one African-American. Suited white male, 183cm 100kg? Could've been muscular in the past, but has some weight now. Left handed. Pistol on his right hip? CIA? NSA? DIA? It was certain the white male was this mission's customer.

    Black male, 190cm, 100kg. Muscular. Left shoulder slightly raised. Hobby is golfing? Currently in the US Military? Rank is Brigadier General. Part of the 7th Air Force? He's in this room so probably Air Force HQ or DOD. Seems to be here because of the mission with the CIA. Would he know Korean?

    In the short time Han GyuHo was scanning them, they too were scanning Han GyuHo.

    180cm, 90kg? Muscular, non-prescription glasses, didn't wash hair. Adidas joggers. That sort.

    As Han GyuHo sat down, the man who looked to be Korean started talking.

    "How are you Chief Han. Can we talk in English from now?"

    Once Han GyuHo nodded, the man picked up the remote and went on in English after turning off the lights.

    "How is everyone? I'm Agent Kim who is in charge of communications on behalf of Korea. I'll start the mission briefings."

    The agent who introduced himself as Kim turned to the screen and quickly continued.

    "The mission starts 103.5 hours from now. You can check the detailed time tables in the included documents..."

    The Korean started spewing out words as though he had practiced in advance. When everyone was looking at the screen, Han GyuHo lifted his hand to cut off the briefing.

    "Wait. Wait."

    Agent Kim was flustered. And the words out of Han GyuHo's mouth made him even more flustered.

    "I don't remember saying I'd do this?"

    Han GyuHo said with an annoyed voice.

     

    < Mission 01: Carrier delivery conditions >
    도서관식객

  • < Mission 01: Carrier delivery conditions (2) >

     

    Mission: FCA – Free Carrier (Carrier delivery conditions)
    d-5 1645 OSN, Sinjang-dong, Pyeontaek-si, Gyeongi-do

     

    Agent Kim GyuTaek of the NIS was excited. This was his first time working with the US.

    Following his short-lived excitement of joining the NIS, he was going mad from the education and training that went on for a year. He was only given small-time chores for 3 years. He didn't have to do coffee errands, but it was enough to make him question whether he joined the NIS or joined a gang from having to fulfill orders as if he was a machine.

    If ordered, he follows. He didn't know -- couldn't know -- what the reasons or results were. If he was ordered to carry a bag, he carried the bag, if he was told to wait in the car, he had to wait in the car even if he had to piss in a bottle. Boarded a plane when told to board a plane, and returned home if told to return.

    He wasn't even part of a machine. Nothing more than a bolt or a nut, no more, no less.

    But finally, he had the chance to learn the interesting aspects of being an agent. Information gathering.

    The first time he could be part of a mission briefing was 3 years ago after being promoted to 6th class. (TLN: Korean government workers are classified from 9th to 1st. 1st is highest). He had a small role in part of an operation against North Korea. He learned what his assignments were for.

    His luck didn't end there. When he came back to Korea after the mission, he was assigned to the External Affairs Department. The External Affairs Department is the toll gate of the highway of promotion. (TLN: korean word for promotion highway aka super fast promotion). It wasn't as entertaining as working in in the field, but there was no better place to gather information.

    And today, this was the first gathering of cooperation with America, with the CIA. If he grasped this opportunity and accomplished in making strong ties with the CIA, he was sure to make Section Chief. Even the title of Director comes into reach.

    Let the idiots that say 'field agents' are the flowers of NIS roll around in the field. I'll be the one controlling them from above. That's what he decided.

    That's why he had to succeed with this opportunity. I'll take lead of this operation and take the credit. 5th class was just before him. That's what he thought.

    but this Independent Agent. This agent cut him off.

    Independent Agent. IA for short.

    The lowly mercenary that does the jobs deemed to lowly or dirty for Intelligence Agencies. If agencies are the primary contractor, independent agents are the subcontractors. That subcontractor just cut me off?

    He had heard there were some rather gifted parasites out of the independent agents.

    Even so. Could an individual compete and win against a nation? Not possible. The IA were dogs to be used on the whim of agencies. Just a hunting dog. The only reason why they weren't boiled and eaten was because they're needed for the next hunt, nothing more.

    Han GyuHo is one of the IAs.

    It was the first time of hearing his name, and his profile wasn't deemed important enough to be given to me. He was chosen by the NIA to take care of the mission requested by the US government. Just a hunting dog chosen by the NIA. But the dog was spewing nonsense. 'Didn't say I'd do it'?

    Mad dogs deserved to be beaten. Moreover, it's a hunt with important guests. The first hunt with my advancement on the line.

    I needed to take care of this situation quickly.  Instill a fear of the primary contractor to the subcontractor, a fear of the hunter to the hunting dog.

    That's what Kim GyuTaek was thinking.

    "What? What nonsense!"

    While Kim GyuTaek was thinking of ways to look impressive while scolding him, the hunting dog dared open his mouth to cut him off.

    "Wait, wait, wait. Who are you under? Who's above you?"

    Kim GyuTaek was surprised. Surprised enough to wonder if he's ever been this surprised before.

    After he became an agent, nobody spoke down to him. No, They couldn't.

    But this lowly IA, the lowly dog cut him off. He didn't just cut him off, he talked down to him. (TLN: 'talked down', Korean honorifics; people have to talk with honorifics to those of higher position or older age)

    Kim GyuTaek felt confusion before his anger.

    "What? What did this crazy..."

    Kim GyuTaek couldn't finish his sentence from the confusion and rage.

    Han GyuHo sighed to himself. They sent a newbie. (TLN: Korean idiom of 'clot of blood' aka new born and 'blood on his head not even dried yet' etc was used here) He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. This job is really annoying.

    "Who's above you. Don't annoy me anymore. Hurry up and say it."

    Han GyuHo asked as if he was asking a middle-school-er 'where's your school' who just got caught stealing.

    "Han GyuHo!!"

    Kim GyuTaek shouted with rage.

    "Han GyuHo? He's nuts. Can't do this anymore."

    Han GyuHo got up shaking his head.

    This job was annoying him from the start, and he thought it was just as well. If he said 'I can't do it because the NIS agent is a retard' what could they do?

    "Could you please excuse me?"

    The white male watching the situation said with fluent Korean.

    The voice was like something out of a Christmas movie from the 60's. Han GyuHo who was getting up from his chair, Kim GyuTaek who was flushed red from rage, and the Brigadier General who hasn't spoken a word from the start all looked at the white male.

    "Hmm... Would it be ok if I tidy up this situation? First, it would be best if Agent Kim would step out for a moment."

    The white male made a pleasant smile and courteously asked Kim GyuTaek to leave.

    Embarrassment flashed across Kim GyuTaek face. I need to decline. This is my stage to shine.

    "Ah... I'm here to represent Korea... It's hard to leave... The Korean-American intelligence... the..."

    The white male made a quiet sigh seeing Kim GyuTaek sutter out a refusal and nodded as he took out his phone. And looking at Han GyuHo, he said softly.

    "Mister Han, would you allow me 5 minutes?"

    Han GyuHo who made up his mind to leave this room felt curiosity at this fast-changing situation.

    He wondered how that soft-voiced white male would take care of this situation. Above all, a strong conviction that this was going to screw Kim GyuTaek over, he sat back down.

    The white male shrugged his shoulders to the black male and called.

    "A problem arose. Tell the Koreans we will take care of the mission first and cooperate with them after."

    Then he shrugged at Han GyuHo and sat down. As if telling him to wait.

    Less than 3 minutes after the man finished his call, Kim GyuTaek phone rang. Kim GyuTaek answered the call with two hands and said 'yes' a few times before he made a tearful expression.

    "Agent Kim. Thank you for your cooperation. We will discuss the compensation for the cooperation at a later time. We thank you for your hard work. Good bye."

    The white male threw out a soft baritone punch. (TLN: punch refers to the remark). He extended his hand with a smile. Kim GyuTaek shook his hand with a half surprised, half indignant face and walked out.

    He should've shaken the white man's hand with a smile. He should've said thank you. That was the best option Kim GyuTaek had in that situation, but he was surprised, angry, and flustered and ended up throwing away the last of his cards. He left a stupid first impression and left.

    He was the main culprit who screwed over Kim GyuTaek, but Han GyuHo was more annoyed at the white male's actions.

    Him taking care of the situation was annoying, as was his soft voice and smiling face. So he decided to provoke him.

    Once Kim GyuTaek left, Han GyuHo took out a cigarette and lit it. Without asking for permission.

    Han GyuHo took a deep breath of smoke in and breathed it out above his head. The smoke danced with the light from the projector and swirled on up.

    The white man smile and said to the black Brigadier General.

    The Brigadier General was displeased.

    He hasn't seen someone this disrespectful in front of him recently. But he was wiser than Kim GyuTaek. That wisdom was probably what pulled him up to the rank of Brigadier General. He said with a slight smile.

    "I've quit smoking recently. Instead, I'll bask in the fragrance next to you two gentlemen."

    It was a lie.

    He's never smoked after entering the US Air Force in Colorado Springs.

    After the two men enjoyed their smokes, and one man patiently waited 3 minutes, the white man spoke.

    "I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Logan. The CIA's Vice Director of Operations in North-East Asia. The gentleman next to me is Brigadier General Allen Blackman from the US Department of State. As General Blackman cannot speak Korean, would it be ok if we proceed in English?"

    "TaeChung Trading Company's Han GyuHo."

    Han GyuHo answered in English.

    The CIA's Vice Director of Operations in North-East Asia is in charge of Korea and Japan. Since the Director is in charge of China, this man was the highest in command for Korea. This person is going to do the briefing himself? They sent a newbie NIS agent here?

    Either there was a mistake, or a conspiracy to screw him over. Either way, Kim GyuTaek was done. Thought Han GyuHo.

    "As you already know, there is procedures in there types of things, so we had no choice but to cooperate with Korea. If it was discourteous, I offer my deepest apologies. For a start, you've said that you haven't decided whether to take on this mission or not. Would it be ok if I ask for the reason?"

    Submissive. An extremely submissive attitude.

    If the person in that high of a position is this polite, it means the job is going to be hell.

    "I've only been told to go to Osan. I was going to decide after hearing the specifics."

    "I see. There must have been a mistake in procedures. I apologize."

    "Well, let's hear the story. What do you need me to do?"

    "To put it simply, we need you to rescue one of our people."

    "Location?"

    He already heard the time. 104 hours until the mission. 4 days and a few hours.

    "The area is near the border of Ethiopia and Somalia. In detail, its inside the Al-Shabaab territory in Somalia."

    Vice Director Logan grabbed the pointer in Kim GyuTaek's stead.

    I thought this was a shitty job but it turns out its a fxxing shitty job.

     

     

    < Mission 01: Carrier delivery conditions (2) >End

  • < Mission 01: Carrier delivery conditions (3) >

    Mission: FCA – Free Carrier (Carrier delivery conditions)
    d-4 0130 31.708481, 125.891187 East China Sea

    "One Thirty."

    Waking from his slumber, Han GyuHo stretched his limbs.

    After Han GyuHo heard the briefing, said he would do the mission, shook hands, said his thanks, and as soon as he left the bunker, there was an airplane waiting for him.

    The Americans were always like this.

    They prepare in advance, and proceed right away.

    They're sure of their procedures. They have enough money. They don't think twice about running one or two airplanes.

    As soon as he got on the already running Gulfstream G650, the plane took off.

    Is it Logan's private airplane? Doesn't matter.

    Once on the sofa, he opened the bar next to the seat. There were a variety of fine single-malts lined up.

    "Tsk. Yankees."

    I've been on the Gulfstream a few times, but it's always the same. There were always expensive whiskies in stock as if it was written in the Federal Aviation Law.

    The mission went like this.

    The CIA agent that was working as a local broker as a member of the Doctors Without Borders had been kidnapped by Al Shabab.

    The Al Shabab probably kidnapped the hostage for a multitude of reasons.

    They can ask for money, or use him politically. They could cut his head if they want and tie him to a car and clean the streets with his intestines.

    If they post a video online, the ones crazy as Al Shabab share it all across the web. Even the Taliban whom are regarded to be one of the craziest extremists shake their head to Al Shabab.

    If it was a Doctors Without Borders worker that was kidnapped the CIA doesn't need to get involved. Even though the US Federal Government's policy is to save an American citizen no matter the cost, they won't really do that, nor is there a reason for the CIA to get involved.

    Even if the CIA did act on it, the mission wouldn't come to Han GyuHo.

    The compensation for this mission is at least 1 million dollars. As soon as Han GyuHo said he would take the mission, 500,000 dollars were deposited into his Bank of America account. When the mission is finished, the other 500,000 dollars comes in and he can request additional fees.

    But the CIA paying 1 million to rescue a Doctors Without Borders worker?

    It's a CIA agent. Not a regular field agent, but an agent that is responsible for important work in the CIA.

    The CIA's request is simple. To rescue him. Within the request, it means to check whether he is alive or dead, and if he is dead, verify if the Al Shabab recognized him to be CIA or not.

    And to take care of this, Han Gyuho, an independent agent was selected.

    Han GyuHo is currently the only person with the ability to go in solo into Somalia and rescue a person from a fortified base.

    "Is he just another agent?"

    "We cannot tell you about his affiliation."

    "Then I can't do this job."

    "We can't tell you right now. Once you're on the plane, you'll be able to know all the various matters regarding the mission."

    "One million seems too little for this. Isn't it common sense that the price goes up when the information is limited?"

    "You'll be able to negotiate after completing the mission. We know that we're the '을' in the Korean relationship of '갑을'." (TLN: 갑을 refers to positions in society/relationships. Basically 갑 > 을)

     The more polite Logan was the more it weighed on my mind. It meant the job was difficult.

    1 million dollars is a lot, but to Han GyuHo it wasn't that attractive an amount. Even so, Han GyuHo decided to take the job. He wanted the CIA to be indebted.

    After accepting the mission, waking up on the plane and stretching my limbs did I see the white female sitting in front of me.

    "Mr. Han, did you wake up? Would you like me to prepare your meal?"

    170cm, brown hair, dyed? No, seems natural. Blue eyes, eastern accent.

    Logan's secretary? The body was much too toned to be a flight attendant of the private airplane. To be fair, what nut would hire a flight attendant on the CIA's Vice Management of the North East Pacific's private airplane?

    "Do you have cup noodles?"

    I said as a joke. Probably only sandwiches.

    "Which cup noodle would you like?"

    Han GyuHo was at a loss for words.

    Having expected a 'Sorry, we didn't prepare those.' as the reply, and expecting to say 'then anything will do' with a brisk smile, caught me off guard. Is the gulf stream having a change of pace?

    "Vice Director Logan likes Korean food from being stationed in Korea for quite some time. So, we always have a selection of cup noodles."

    She said with a brisk smile as if amused by the flustered Han GyuHo.

    The CIA is terrifying.

    "Then any one of them is fine. Ah, and if you have something else, that too. I want to have a hearty meal."

    "Ok. You can call me Tracy. I will tend to your needs on this flight."

    The CIA was terrifying. The cup noodles in stock I could understand because Logan likes them.

    Even so, the unflustered reply felt as though she expected my question from a series of scenarios.

    They use someone like her as a secretary? Should I apply for a job with the CIA? Ask for her as my secretary? They'll probably say yes. They'll say yes even if I gouge them for a large down payment and request the Las Vegas Wynn Hotel's Penthouse as my lodging.

    As Han GyuHo was thinking, Tracy brought ramen and food on a tray.

    "We didn't have rice prepared. Please take the tuna sandwich and chicken salad instead."

    How she placed the tray looked like an airline attendant. Even though she looks like a flight attendant, she would snap a person's neck like a twig when needed.

    Han GyuHo said thanks and grasped the chopsticks. Now that he thought about it, he didn't have anything besides the soup in the morning.

    Eat while you can. That was his rule.

    The cup noodles, two sandwiches, the salad, and when that wasn't enough, oreos dipped in milk was the end of his midnight meal.

    Tracy waited for him to finish his cigarette to talk to him.

    "Here's the documents. If you hand them back after reading, we will destroy the documents."

    She handed over the files from the briefcase. In the files were the dates, mission details, and current situation in the location.

    In 4 hours there was a quick refueling stop at Kuwait, and in another 6 hours we would land in Northern Italy's Vicenza.

    Vicenza. The city that houses the U. S. Army's headquarters.

    There I receive my equipment, and HALO (High altitude-low opening) at the operation site. On standby for 20 hours after entering the site. Rescue the hostage, travel to the pickup area 10km away and escape by helicopter.

    The mission was run by the CIA, and Han GyuHo was to be seen as a CIA special agent.

    The help of the Korean Ministry of Defense for Han GyuHo is to be from all of the military land, sea, and air, and the help is to be recorded as training.

    No record of Han GyuHo is to be left.

    The operations area is Al Shabaab's new supply base located 10 km NNW from Borama, the capital city of Somaliland.

    It was a newly captured area by the Al Shabaab which initially controlled the southern part of Somalia with the cooperation of the Islamist radicals from Kenya.

    The Somaliland Government went in for a military suppression with the militia, but no longer had the power to deal with it after their defeat.

    The base I needed to break into was at the location of a fortress that was used until 100-ish years ago.

    It was a base created by digging into the rock face of a cliff, and is being watched 24 hours by satellite for this mission.

    From the satellite images, it was confirmed the hostage is being kept in an external building and not within the fortress.

    If they knew the hostage was CIA, they would've kept him somewhere deeper. Or cut his throat. Han GyuHo judged that the hostage is likely to be alive.

    The stationed forces were about 200 in number, and the report noted that the south may have sent elites.

    Han GyuHo had experience in combat against the African militia about five or six times. They had low stamina, and the poorly trained militia wasn't much of a threat.

    But to make up for that, they were jacked up on meth just before the point of mortality that was the scary part. Their zombie-like charge ignoring the NATO standard 5.56mm rounds was well known through the famous Black Hawk Down.

    The drugs added to islamist radicals made them basically berserker warriors. Marx said that religion was the opium of the people, and when Han GyuHo thought of the islamist radicals, it made him want to give Marx a thumbs up.

    On the last page was a list of the provided equipment. Han GyuHo let out a sigh upon seeing the list. Too much. If it was like this, he would be caught from his footsteps.

    "Is there an equipment in particular that you're looking for?"

    Tracy asked.

    "I don't have anything i prefer but... One pistol with a silencer. I don't need any other weapon besides that. Don't need the emergency food, nor this, let's just take out everything except the essentials."

    "Don't you need to prepare for emergencies?"

    Tracy asked in surprise.

    Going in with just the essentials against radicals drunk on meth and Koran having to rescue a person that can barely walk?

    Tracy thought this mission was impossible.

    She participated in a lot of missions after joining the CIA.

    This mission was impossible.

    In the case of Osama Bin Laden's assassination mission 'Neptune Spear' was barely a success with 25 members of DEVGRU(Naval Special Warfare Development Group : U. S. Navy's Special forces), two Pave Hawks with stealth, and two Chinooks.

    The difficulty of rescue missions are higher than assassination missions.

    Compared to Somalia, Pakistan is a major city. With internet. It meant real-time information was available.

    In contrast, we're reliant on satellite imagery. He needs to get onto a helicopter among 200 enemies with a hostage that can't walk after traveling 10 km. Was this even possible?

    Han GyuHo was a bit annoyed.

    Do I need to explain? Make her understand?

    "If there's something I need to get approved from you, tell me know."

    Tracy realized her fault.

    "I apologized. I was presumptions. I'll make preparations as you request."

    "Oh, and I'm saying this just in case, and you already know but once I'm in the mission there can't be UAVs above my head."

    "Yes. We already included that to the missions file."

    Han GyuHo felt good. He got her back.

    He handed over the file with a serious face. The details were already in his head. Let's sleep. 1 million dollars, about 120,000,000 KRW seemed appropriate for this mission.

    He slowly fell into slumber.

    "Oh, and what are you going to name the mission?"

    Han GyuHo was annoyed from being woken just as he was about to go to sleep. Why is it so hard to get some sleep today...

    "Mmm... FCA is good."

    "FCA?"

    "Free Carrier (Carrier delivery conditions), don't you know about incoterms?"

    "Ah... Carrier delivery conditions..."

    It is the conditions under which the exporting company moves the export goods to the port.

    In short, the name meant TaeChung Trading Company's 4th import export team's section chief Han GyuHo will carry his export goods, the hostage, to the designated area.

    < Mission 01: Carrier delivery conditions (3) > End

    TLN: Sorry it took so long. It's been quite a hectic year. Will update when I can get back to this at a regular pace, but until then it'll be updated whenever I get some free time to work on it.

  • Work In Progress. Halfway done.
    Please wait for it to be updated.

    < Mission 01: Carrier delivery conditions (4) >

    Mission: FCA – Free Carrier (Carrier delivery conditions)
    d-day 2340
    10.015499, 43.160656, North NorthEast Boorama, Somalia, Africa

    Han Gyuho was peering through an infrared scope at an old fortress taken by the Al-Shabaab.

    Taking his eyes off of the scope, Han GyuHo opened and put an energy bar into his mouth. Chewing on the special energy bar supplied to special forces, Han GyuHo was thinking of an infiltration route.

    It was more barren than what he saw through satellite images. They've been logging the already barren mountain at the tip of the arid climate region so much that the curve was as smooth as a woman's buttocks.

    "Reminds me of North Korea."

    Eating the energy bar, 3000kcal in the size of the width of two fingers and equal to two days worth of metabolism of a woman, Han GyuHo though of the time he was running through a barren mountainside in North Korea.

    "That was a hard time."

    It was hard to find cover on a barren mountain without any trees or grass. Han GyuHo shivered from the time he traversed 300km of the barren mountain while avoiding any roads or houses.

    It was a time, a stupid time, when he did whatever they ordered him to without thinking.

    It was 15 days in North Korea, but the job here would only take him one or two days so he decided to make the best of it.

    "Good thoughts. Good bodily thoughts."

    After getting supplies at the U.S. Army's Africa Command Center in Vicenza, he changed planes from the comfortable Gulfstream to the MC-130.

    MC-130, called the combat talon. Han GyuHo rode the plane that gave him terrible memories and HALOed 10 km away from the destination. Unlike a regular descent, he had to maximize his free dive and opening the parachute at the minimum safe distance was the only way to safely arrive in the land of death full of religious fanatics.

    Han GyuHo searched the fortress again through the scope. The Langley (CIA) guys left all the decisions in the field to me.

    Han GyuHo decided to move according to his experiences.

    H-Hour (Operation Hour) 0340. He decided to go in at dawn and come out before sunrise. To go in when security is at its weakest and come out with the sun behind his back.

    Han GyuHo spread out his camouflage. Once he was inside the 1 person camouflage made by the US Military, nobody could notice him.

    "Yankees are really good at making these sort of things."

    Han GyuHo muttered and climbed into the camouflage.

    Mission: FCA – Free Carrier (Carrier delivery conditions)
    d+1 (1 day after operation start) 0330
    10.015499, 43.160656, North NorthEast Boorama, Somalia, Africa

    10 Minutes before the start of operations, Han GyuHo woke from slumber.

    Lying down, he slowly concentrated on his body. Increasing the blood flow, he woke the nerve tips of his hands and feet.

    As a few minutes passed, Han GyuHo acquired total control of his body and slowly peeled back the camouflage.

    The star filled night sky came into Han GyuHo's eyes.

    While there was no moon, the sky was so full of stars that he thought he might be found in he was unlucky.

    Han GyuHo casually folded the camouflage, and placed a rock on top.

    If it was any other mission he would have to erase any traces, but in this area, where the unofficial autonomous government and Al-Shabaab are fighting, there was no need to pay close attention.

    "At least its convenient."

    Han GyuHo organized the space around him, took out an energy bar from his pocket and took a bite.

    It was time to move.

    Approximately 4km to the fortress. He needed to move fast.

    As Han GyuHo finished his energy bar, he turned his body towards the fortress.

    The path from where Han GyuHo took out his camouflage to the fortress were littered with small hills which were spread out like a fan.

    Han GyuHo made use of the fan's crease-like areas to stealth his movements.

    4km.

    An hour at a normal person's walking pace. 12 minutes at a gold medalist marathon runner who runs at 20km/h is 4 km.

    Han GyuHo finished 4km in 4 minutes. With 10kg of luggage.

    In speed, 60km/h.

    Perfect control of the body.

    Perfect control of the body was the ability that only Han GyuHo had.

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