The C Toxin's
The Long Awaited Meeting
Nisa Headquarters
April 23, 2016
12.30 KST
Mark and Dean had just arrived in front of the main gate of NISA, their destination to meet Lim Jaebeom, aka JB. Upon arrival at the guard post, Mark honked his car horn so that the officer there opened the crossbar in front of him. But instead of opening, the officer approached Mark's car, and asked him to open the glass.
Mark rolled his eyeballs. He's fed up with the NISA's troublesome security system. Lazily, Mark opened his car glass. The officer looked closely at Mark's face still wearing the sunglasses.
“Open your glasses, they can't see your good looks.” joked Dean in a satirical tone.
“Ck.” Mark took off his sunglasses lazily.
“Mark Sir, Detective Captain of the Seoul Police. Want to meet Lim Jaebeom.”.
“After—”
“No agreement, nothing I need to talk to you here. Please open the portal.” says
Mark flat and ketus. The officer finally complied and opened the entrance portal.
Mark parked his car in the parking area of division 3, a division that handles multinational affairs, and was led by JB.
They got out of the car, and immediately headed for the room where JB and his team were. Mark is still missing exactly where the room of the man who five years ago had a disagreement with him was. Five years ago, countless times Mark came to this office to reinforce the fact that NISA was investigating to close the case of mass poisoning. So it is not surprising that some officers there were a little surprised to see the arrival of the two men. They began to assume that a war between the intelligence services and the police would reoccur. Mark doesn't care, the goal is to press JB to find the facts that he hopes will come to the surface soon.
BRAKK…
Mark opened the door of JB's room hard, until it slammed into the wall. Four people who were in the room while eating lunch were surprised not to play, even Seokjin choked on his jjangmyeon.
“Wow, look who came suddenly. Why did you never confirm your presence? Ah, since when do you know manners, Mark Tuan.”
The atmosphere of the room was suddenly silent, even the sound of Mark's door buzzing and JB innuendo was heard up to the other division room, it made everyone speechless in their respective places while the two people exchanged their lightning gazes. Aware of the supposed situation in private, Dean immediately locked the door and bowed respectfully to the people who noticed the tense scene.
“Please sit down, welcome.” this BamBam. The innocent-looking man seems to know nothing about what happened five years ago, where Mark and JB had a big fight and became a spectacle of an intelligence headquarters.
“There is no need to be kind to a slanderer like him.” quipped JB while noting his last lunch feed.
“Do you have no heart? You don't care how many innocent people have to die for the benefit of a greedy few!” exclaim Mark with a flat but piercing tone.
“What? Who do you mean greedy people? What do you know about this world Mark?” JB got up from his seat, then approached Mark with a slanted smile. Mark looked at her disdainfully.
“Why haven't your words changed in these five years? Still naive, acting altruistic, really nauseating.” said JB, this time he pushed Mark's shoulders slowly, and finally made Mark lose his patience and grabbed his collar. Dean, BamBam, Seokjin, and Jimin immediately got up and anticipated the explosion
the emotions of both men.
“Listen to me carefully! Where is the poison? The Kare cannons? You obviously hide it. I already knew the dirty trick you play!” mark said in a high tone, pulling and gripping the collar of the JB shirt hard, until the man staggered a little forward.
“Hahaha. What did you say? A kare? Haha. Hey, he's looking for kare, do any of you have a side business?” jokingly asked JB to Seokjin, BamBam, and Jimin. Mark clutched the collar of the man's shirt.
“What are you involved in Eric Sohn's investigation for? Doesn't that mean he's your target for six years? Started with a mass food poisoning case five years ago in Busan? Aren't you guys ready to solve that case until six years have passed? And still use the same trick of eliminating witnesses and evidence? You coward!” Mark threw JB down and hit the end of the glass table. The man's forehead now bleeds.
BUGH
One fist from JB had just landed smoothly on Mark's face, sending him crashing into the glass cabinet behind it until the glass broke. Dean was eager to help the senior, but JB pulled Mark's collar faster, making him stagger forward, right in front of JB's face.
“Now listen to me, kid! Stop being naive, who do you think you are? How big is your power huh!” jb yelled right in Mark's face, and pushed his head. Mark who was in pain due to forming a closet and was hit by broken glass did not give a fight.
“JB! you better stop now!” seokjin exclaimed, He released the grip of JB's hand on Mark's shirt collar. Dean immediately held Mark back from falling backwards.
“Are you proud that you are a naturalized citizen and can become a law enforcement officer? You feel you can do and fix everything Mark!” review JB with a snapping and fiery tone. “As your senior, let me tell you, detectives like you, no matter how great, cannot control those elite people. You got it?” continued.
“Wow, if you know anything like that, then just keep quiet to witness a heinous crime. Where's the contents of your head? Have you ever thought a little, how does it feel to be in the victim position? Oh of course not, your head is empty.” said Mark while pointing at the face of JB, a senior who is much older than him without hesitation. JB seems to be trying hard to hold back his emotions.
“Listen to Jae Beom, I'll take this case to completion, and put the people
like you in a decent place!”
“Just go burn to the hell!” mark's final half yelled and then walked out of the room with Dean.
Seoul Police
The Detective Division Team A
April 23, 2016
16.30 KST
Mark was in his room after he finished cleaning the wound on his nape. His head was completely dizzy upon his return from the NISA headquarters. He was angry that he got nothing there. Instead of the evidence obtained, it was he who ended up fighting with JB. But one thing, from the statement of JB in the quarrel, this case has to do with the intelligence agenda, and the interests of some countries. Marks
it is inexhaustible to think that the ambitions of some people can lead to such heinous crimes. In his mind now crossed the face of the victim's family who cried in front of him the other day.
His hands began to tremble, then unconsciously a few drops of tears slid from the end of his eyes. Mark is worried about the words of JB, about the elite who he does not know who, who is the planner aka the mastermind of this crime. Mark fears he will fail to solve the case and give justice to the families of the victims. Behind his assertiveness, Mark cares deeply about expectations
the victim or the person most affected by the crime that is being handled.
Mark realized, in a situation like this, he must be calm and not be dissolved in emotions. Mark rubbed his face rough, then opened his desk drawer slowly. He took a white bottle of the tablet-shaped medicine from there. Just as he was about to take a few grains into his hand, someone opened the door of the room.
“Mark? What happened?” wendy exclaimed as soon as she saw some cotton with blood spots on Mark's desk sitting down at this moment. Then his eyes turned to the white bottle that was already open in the man's hand. Mark was confused as to how to explain it.
“Au—”
“You quarreled? Didn't you just come back from NISA headquarters?” ask Wendy in succession. Mark just nodded.
“Gosh, since when can't you control yourself and fight? How's your wound?” wendy said with a worried tone. He immediately put his bag on the chair and checked Mark's nape.
“Give me alcohol and cotton! Where's Dean? Did he leave you after knowing you had a cut in the hard part that needed to be dealt with?” continued Wendy nagged while opening the less neat bandage installed by Mark before. Mark heard Wendy's nagging laugh.
“When are you chatty like this? Take it easy, it's a minor wound.”
“Light injuries you said? You know the back neck is where billions of nerve cells are. You can be paralyzed just by being hit by a rock, while you're punctured by a piece of glass. Are you crazy?” Wendy was still grumbling while bandaging Mark's wounds carefully.
“Then what is it?” Wendy forcibly snatched the white bottle that Mark had been holding. A few seconds later, he was shocked a second time.
“Alprazolam? You regularly drink it without the assistance of a psychiatrist?”
“I only consume as necessary.”
“How many doses did you use?”
“Entah, about four tablets.”
Wendy's eyes widened
“Gosh.”
“Why?” mark asked, He didn't understand because of Wendy's shock.
“Tell me, what happened to you over the past five years, after we ended it.”
