Jun-ho stared at the impassive woman through the two-way mirror.
Her marriage to Jung had been like any other. Conversations, missions, training, dates, something Jun-ho had always envied in his brother.
He also felt anger. Valery, as she preferred to be called now, had deceived the man whose only dream was to have a normal life. His brother didn't deserve that.
As Mung entered the room to begin the real interrogation, Jung remained seated, watching in silence the end of his marriage and the beginning of his revenge.
Mung pulled out the metal chair with a screeching sound and sat facing Valery. He placed a digital recorder on the table and a thin folder. No weapons. No tools. Just him and her.
— Standard protocol would be for me to break your fingers, one by one, until you gave me the address of your brother's safe house — Mung said, his voice monotone, almost bored.
Valery smiled.
— Goden's standard protocol is predictable, Mung. That's why Gregory is always two steps ahead.
