Seoul - Myeongdong District - 7:15 AM
The coffee shop was crowded.
Morning rush, businessmen in suits, students with backpacks, everyone tired, but still moving.
Perfect cover
Min-seo sat in the corner booth, cap pulled low. Her hands wrapped around a cup of black coffee she hadn't drunk, it was still hot or should I say warm,
She'd been here forty minutes, watching and waiting.
Three exits, front door, kitchen, fire escape through the bathroom window, she made sure to check all of them.
Her communicator sat on the table, silent, no calls, or messages came through.
Which was concerning.
Serpent's Fang had gone quiet after their initial contact. Three hours of silence, ether they were still mobilizing, or—
A woman sat down across from her.
Not aggressive, not threatening, she just sat, like they'd planned to meet.
She was maybe forty, short hair, unremarkable face, the kind of person you wouldn't even register as important.
