The C Toxin's
Slovak
Seoul Green Valley Appartments
April 23, 2016
19.45 KST
Mark just parked his car in the basement of the apartment. He descended from the white SUV towards unit 27 on the 10th floor while adjusting his decapitated breath almost sobbing. Mark rubbed his face rough, intending to remove the trace of his tears that descended profusely when ‘konseling’ with Wendy at a cafe this afternoon. A smile was then engraved on the tyrannical face of the man.
“It’s OK to feel insecure somehow, it’s human. But you can share these insecurities with human too, like me. I really respect your way of thinking, and the way you cry.”
Mark recalled the words ‘emas’ belonged to Wendy which for him really became a healer for him psychologically.
Upon arrival at his apartment unit and Dean, Mark immediately hit the four-digit number in the smart door lock, intending to immediately enter and break down. Instead of being open, the electronic device actually displays a sentence of information that the number entered is wrong. Just now that Mark was gonna call Dean, that door opened from the inside.
“Sorry, I changed the passcode. VIP has come.” said Dean who seems to have just arrived when viewed from his clothes. Mark didn't respond, he was tired.
“Wow, what is this? Hey hey hey what are you doing huh?” dean asked excitedly as he saw the pink handkerchief that Mark held on the side of his briefcase handle.
“Stop babbling, I'm tired.” replied Mark Ketus.
“Aaaah I know, surely You just dated Sister Wendy right? Aeeyyy, I was expecting you to build a household soon. Aww—" Mark just threw an iron-handled broom right over Dean's forehead.
“Where's Yugie?” ask Mark. His eyes scoured the entire apartment, and found no sign of the 20-year-old's existence there.
“Hai Mark!” say someone who just came out of the bathroom door is still with his bathrobe. He's Shin Yugie, a professional hacker whom Mark asked to come to his apartment as ‘VIP’.
“Go to work, You already know what your job is!” mark replied as he threw his briefcase onto the living room couch.
“Who is the first person you will track? Taehyung? Or ‘wife’?” ask Yugie. He then sat down at the desk he had just set up an hour ago. There were three monitors there.
“What's the matter You do your job in an easily traceable place like this? This task has a very high level of secrecy, you know?”
“Yes, of course. Leave me a security issue.” said Yugie while focusing on the monitor. I don't know when he started working.
The mood was silent for a moment. Mark appears to be laying on the couch while Dean watches Yugie's work with his monitor while gulping down a can of cola.
“Kim Taehyung, is he an intelligence agent? Or the defense ministry worker?” ask Taehyung. Mark's soon
getting out of his sleep, getting closer to where Yugie and Dean are.
“What do you mean? He's a senior staff CSI.” Dean replied.
Yugie pointed to a glowing red dot on satellite image of Seoul city map “This, he several times
contact someone located in NISA and the Ministry of Defense.”
“Hack of conversations and calls. Especially on April 23rd, around 8pm” Mark's word fast.
“Sebentar.” Yugie moved her fingers back on the keyboard. A few minutes later, he managed to extract Taehyung's conversation history for the past month.
“23 April 2020, 09.27 KST. He sent a message to someone who was detected in NISA, you can
reading it.” Yugie rewinds his chair slightly, making room for Mark and Dean to read the script of Taehyung's message with the foreign number.
“His formula during this time reports the progress of the investigation to NISA. Crazy!” dean exclaimed as soon as he finished reading those four lines of conversation.
Mark was silent with no expression, he digested it carefully before concluding Taehyung's communication direction. He then rolled the screen containing the conversation up, and stopped during the conversation one month ago, March 23, 2020.
Mark and Dean slowly read the contents of the conversation while occasionally frowning and revealing expressions of annoyance. Meanwhile, Yugie just folded both hands in front of his chest, watching his two close friends.
“Wow! This is insane. Damn Kim Taehyung, he’s a spy!” dean shouted unexpectedly until he clapped a small hand. Mark smiled in anguish.
“DIS Case is a trial. Then, NISA said, this is the Defense Minister's instruction to kill Eric Sohn, and take an important research file that has not been removed in his footsteps.”.
“This is the global agenda. If it is associated with the military world, our country is strongly affiliated even allied
with America.”
“So you mean, this is a business and political interest between South Korea and America? But if
they are allied, why do things like this?”
“Back to the beginning, the DIS case is a trial. Could be, both countries will carry out an attack to a place or country.”
“Attacks with that toxin? So they tested the impact of that toxin first.”
“Ya, its strongest possibility.”
Dean nodded in understanding
“Eric Sohn is the toxin researcher, and is trying to be affiliated with Russia, the country where the actual attack took place. He signed a treaty with Feodora Laubov. Then NISA and Menhan targeted it for six years, to prevent the research from leaking into Russia.”, Yugie said confidently. Finally, the intelligent and intuitive man spoke after silently digesting the context of the conversation between the two people
in front of him.
Mark snapped his finger.
“Noted!”
“Kelvin Seo, he is a victim. I found out who the main investor of the company, and it turns out he received funding from venture capitalists, through food security programs initiated by Kemenristek and Kemenhan. Everything is clear now!” mark said later.
Dean shook his head, then rolled the conversation back down, until it stopped in week three, where the DIS tragedy occurred, and the police team had started an investigation.
“Related Reina Hwang, look!”
“I think he accidentally mentioned the location of the woman in Puerto Rico. Wait, was he bugged while on duty until he was scolded right after mentioning Puerto Rico to the investigation team? Look at the time, this is just when the meeting is about to end, and you asked her to trace the most likely flight route of Reina Hwang's conversation with a Slovak-speaking man.”
“True. Therefore, he changed the report that Reina Hwang is likely to be in Slovakia.”
“Yugie, please you find Taehyung's conversation via voice call on April 23, around eight o'clock.” order Mark.
“Sebentar.” Yugie is back at work with her device. Not for five minutes, he pressed the enter button.
“He spoke Slovak with someone detected in Puerto Rico.”
“Can you translate it?” ask Dean
“No.”
“No problem, I've caught where it's going. But for what to do with Slovakia, can you help?”
“Felix gave Eric Sohn's laptop to me, saying that he could not further trace the history of communication via the laptop, because the laptop was old and not compatible.”
“Felix found one communication history with Slovak language, in 2002 via email.”
“I managed to recover the communication history, and it turned out the same content, in the form of research files from 2002-2015. It's just that the language is translated into Slovak.
"Unfortunately, I can't track the recipient of that email.”
“OK got it. He was affiliated with someone in Slovakia for the same research, Botulinum toxin and GMO.” Mark gave his conclusion with confidence.
“Then someone with the contact name ‘wife’ and ‘evil’, I'm not so sure that ‘wife’ is Eric Sohn's wife. Can you trace his position?” ask Dean.
“Of course. I have extracted all the data on that phone.” replied Yugie while returning to work with the keyboard and monitor.
“Wife is in Russia, and Evil is in Puerto Rico. Last time detected on April 20”
