The C Toxin's
Pre-Attacks
“Mark, Song Mino
asked me to join a special team on your mission to Russia as ME
that psychiatrist for the woman you're targeting. I've been
confirmed it. Where are you?”
Mark was surprised by the words
Wendy. It is not about Wendy that it is ideal to join this mission,
because in addition to being certified as ME, Wendy also had training
military specialty, forensic psychology, and criminology. The only factor that
to make Mark unprepared is, he's Wendy, that someone significant.
“I
not allowing you, you can change your confirmation to Mino right now.”
mark replied firmly.
“Why? You doubt
my abilities?”
Mark took a long breath. Maybe the woman could say that. Since when
Mark doubted Wendy's skill
above women in general? Even Mark once said that Wendy
is a man, not a woman with her skills
that's. Just think about it, which common woman could be a sniper and a doctor at once?
“Stop pretending not to know and ask me why Wen! I never have
put you in as a co-worker, and you'll never get involved in
the dangerous work I lead. Understand that!”
“But Mark Kau—”
Mark disconnected his phone with Wendy.
“Dean, contact Dr Lee for
become an ME as well as a doctor in this team. We needit. And psychiatrist too,
I'm afraid she's having a hard time testifying because of the depression caused by her condition
which seems threatened.” said Mark at length.
“The psychiatrist must understand the language
Rusian. Is Dr Lee a military doctor? Or independent doctor?” ask
Jackson's. Mark and his three other colleagues were silent for a moment, and admitted
the accuracy of the Korean-Hongkong blood man.
“Doctor Lee is a doctor
independents. I'm sure he doesn't have that ability.” Jeffrey replied.
“I think Wendy is more precise filling
that position.” Dean said. Mark took a breath.
“Find other doctors besides Wendy.
I think Doctor Henry can, he's a military doctor.”
“He's not a psychiatrist. Which one
more we need? Doctor or psychiatrist? Involve the neutral parties
can hold a multiprole.” Jackson's word makes Mark frustrated.
Incheon International Airport
A3 Bus Terminal Shelter
07.20 KST
Two men dressed in peach-colored satin shirts just got off the bus in
it was raining at the airport at the time. Both appearances are so
flashy and attention grabbing for using a couple's typical kasmaran couple's couple's couple's couple's couple's couple's couple's couple's couple's couple's couple's couple's couple's couple's couple's vacation together. Yeah, they're Mark and Wendy. Finally, after a long discussion, Mark
resigned to Wendy who continued to force to join a special team. Noth
for no reason, Mark had not managed to find anyone else who could join
in the near future and multi-competence as it needs in a team.
But still, Mark was honestly still irritated by the stubbornness of the woman he was
standing beside him. Plus his clothes today. Gosh, gosh,
Mark hated his appearance. If it wasn't for Wendy telling their fashion it was to prevent
suspicion and psychological tricking of a person who is likely to be a spy,
Mark is willing to wear clothes other than black, gray, and navy.
Mark's phone rings, call sign coming in. Apparently from Dean. Mark immediately pressed his handsfree.
“What's Dean?”
“Kak, your flight is at 08.00 at terminal A3. Have you arrived?”
“Yes. Me and Wendy have arrived. What about Jeffrey Yugie and Jackson?”
“Jeffrey and Yugie will
departing at 10:00 from F2 terminal, while Jackson had departed earlier
05.30 Hours from terminal G1.”clear Dean.
“What
anything suspicious?”
“So far not yet.
Stay alert. Felix and I continue to monitor the movements of you and strangers
around you. Do not let hidden cameras, smart glasses, and systems
your voice tapper is off. That will make it difficult for us.”
“Good. Thanks.”
“Ayo.” Mark said as he walked ahead of Wendy. Wendy rolled her eyes, understanding that
Mark was still angry with her.
The On the Plane
Two Hours After Flight
Mark and Wendy were in class
the plane they were on. For two hours flight, Mark
drowning with his reading book, while occasionally opening his iPad, pouring
his thoughts related to the strategy options they will use based on
possible testimony of the woman claiming to be Eric Sohn's wife.
Meanwhile, Wendy was beside him
being cool with product catalogues and fashion magazines offered by the airline while chewing some snacks and fruits given by flight attendants
earlier. Mark chuckled amusedly at the side of the Wendy woman he was showing at the moment.
“I'll be going to the toilet for a while.” says
Mark then. Wendy just nodded.
Mark then walked towards
behind where they sit. Looks like a steward in airline uniform
walk after Mark. Maybe show me the toilet.
Meanwhile, Mark has arrived at
front door male-only toilet is relatively wider than the airline on
generally. Just as Mark was about to open the toilet door, Mark felt something
the hard one touched his head. Mark realized what it was, then lifted the second
his hand is ninety degrees.
“Who
*are you? What do you want from me?*” asked Mark in a cold tone without
look back and see the gun.
“Just
shut up your mouth if you want to stay alive!” answer that someone. From
in his voice, Mark was convinced he was a Russian. Plus, right now it is
hitchhiking a Russian airline.
“Watch your step and follow me!” The man pushed Mark into the toilet
in front of him. Mark gasps. First, he complied with the man's will to
walk one step to the toilet. But in the second step, Mark turned around. It
immediately pulled the arm of the man holding the gun, then slammed it. Marks
intending to pick up the dropped gun a few centimeters in front of him, however
the man's distance with his gun was closer.
DOR'S!
The man first picked up the gun and shot it at Mark until it met him
left arm over it.
“Arrgh!
Shit! Who are you!” mark shouted in pain.
The atmosphere in the passenger cabin is
it started to growl, even a screaming sound was heard. Some of the crew members have already
banging even tried to break down the glass door that became a barrier between
men's toilets, street areas, and women's toilets on the side.
Mark didn't give up, he grabbed the collar
the man's shirt and slammed him against the toilet wall.
BUGH!
An
the punch from Mark's right hand landed smoothly on the man's face until
his nose is bleeding. Mark then checked his pants and shirt pockets
the man, intending to look for an identification.
BUGH!
Mark has not found it yet
throw it against the wall. Mark did not remain silent, with the rest of his strength, He
pulled the man's head and threw him to the toilet floor until the man
can't stand. He took the gun out of the man's right hand, then Mark
pointing it right in front of the face of the man who had fallen resigned.
“Who
are you's? Who’s sent you?”
The man did not answer. Mark is getting
emotions while holding his upper left arm were severely injured and continued
bleed.
BRAKK!
Door
the glass bulkhead managed to open after someone broke into it. That's Wendy, that's,
with a sweat on his temple, and a knife in his hand. He approached Mark with
beheaded breath.
“What is this? Why do you make
commotion?”
Mark did not answer, He still
breathing out. A second later, he fell.
“Mark! You—” Wendy instantly screams look
Mark's collapsed with a gunshot wound to his upper left arm.
Wendy tried to calm down, and looked
the situation around him. In front of him was a man in a flight attendant uniform
he saw walking after Mark. He is unconscious. A minute
later, Wendy deduces that the steward's man is stalking them and
trying to hurt Mark.
“Where are we?” ask Wendy to an airline crew who is dressing the wound
Mark was made up with bandages.
“Probably in Mongolia.”
“Do you have surgery room?”
“Fortunely, no.”
“THEN WHAT YOU WAITING FOR? CALL FOR EMERGENCY LANDING! RIGHT NOW!” wendy shouted in front of the airline crew who still looked in shock.
“Okay Miss, we already—”
“*Please wait, we will have emergency landing in 30 minutes*s” said a steward from behind
doorway.
“HE IS DYING AND WHAT THE HELL IS 30 MINUTES?”
“Please be patient. The traffic is too tight for us to take a landing in Mongolia
airport.”
Wendy took a long breath. Hand
his right still cupped Mark's unconscious head in order not to
floor touching. Meanwhile his left hand pressed on the gunshot wound in the arm
Mark wants to stop bleeding more.
“Make sure that guy is alive, don’t let him go after treatment!” wendy pointed to the man in uniform
the steward.
“Who is—”
“Don’t
ask me why, who, and how. Just do what I said!”
“Miss, what is his blood type?” ask
a flight attendant from behind the door, it looks like they are communicating
the nearest hospital from the airport where the emergency landed.
“AB+”
The Ulan Bataar National Hospital
10.30 Mongolian Time
Ambulance brought in a new Mark
just arrived in front of the ER Ulan Bataar National Hospital. Wendy jumped up immediately
down, his two hands then pushed the brangkar that Mark was occupying together
another medical officer.
“Please stay alive! How dare you fell asleep in this kind of situatin, Mark Tuan!”
They finally arrived at the room
operation. A medical officer then asked Wendy to wait outside the room.
Wendy just sat down and prayed.
Wendy then opened her bag. It
no rashness and panic during the emergency landing. He still can carry
the innate and Mark's not much. They didn't even carry suitcases.
He then installed Mark's handsfree, and immediately activated his phone to contact Dean.
“Halo Brother, have you arrived? Shouldn't it be four hours?” ask Dean
across there. Wendy neutralizes the roar of her breath that still feels hot and not
organized after running.
“What's up, sister? Please answer!”
“M-Mark, he's been shot. Somebody
follow us as airline steward.”
“What the hell! Then where are you guys now? How's condition? Are you all right
just?” ask Dean.
“We are in Ulan Bator, Mongolia. Marks
being operated.” replied Wendy in a frustrated tone.
“Continue updating your progress. We will contact those who can
help there. Jackson has arrived in Russia.”
“Good. I'll be on guard.”
Three hours later, the sign lights
the operation was put out. Wendy gasped and immediately stood up. Not long
then, the operation door was opened, revealing Mark above the cage with the condition
still unconscious.
“The
surgery went well, and the patient will be moved to a regular room. Please wait
untill next three hours.” said the doctor who led Mark's surgery. Wendy
not answering, He just nodded tiredly.
The Ulan Bataar National Hospital
Inpatient Room
14.30 Mongolian Time
It's been more than three hours since
the operation is over, but Mark is not yet conscious from his sleep. Wendy from earlier
can't be quiet. I don't know how many times he went back and forth to the place
the administration as it had to confirm their identity, not to mention
interrogation of the police to the military who are also still watching them.
Wendy's phone rang, Dean's call
“Ya, hello?”
“How is Brother Mark's condition? Is he conscious?”
“But.”
“Gosh. Long time ago the influence of his anesthesia.”
“Entah.”
“Asomeone
cop Jackson's acquaintance will help you there. He's on the inside
the journey. His name was Lucas. You can count on it.”
“You
very tired, try to rest for a while. Or—”
“I hung up. Mark has already
wakeful!”
Wendy immediately closed the call
his voice was with Dean and rushed towards Mark who had just opened his eyes.
He immediately checked the heart rate until the response of the man's eye in front of him.
“What do you feel?”
“Emm, I'm confused. What happened?”
ask Mark with his voice that sounds raucous.
“You've just been operated. Wound
shoot you pretty bad.” replied Wendy.
“Oh, really. Where's the steward man
that?”
Wendy rolled her eyes lazily, then
take a long breath.
“Stop thinking. The man is in
this hospital, under police supervision.”
“Excuse me, are you Mark and Wendy? Jackson Wang sent me here to help you. I’m Lucas.
Head of district.”
