NABC Chapter 618 Yun-Jin's report
Chapter 618 Yun-Jin's report
Yun-Jin parked the car a few meters away, the crunch of gravel echoing briefly before silence returned. She climbed out, making her way toward the entrance. As she approached, a small panel slid open on the side of the door, a green light scanning her eyes. The machine beeped, confirming her identity, and the door slid open without a sound.
Inside, the room was stark, almost clinical. A circular platform sat in the center, its metallic surface gleaming under the overhead lights. Yun-Jin exhaled deeply, stepping onto the platform. She felt it shift beneath her feet, and a soft, mechanical hum filled the air. The green light blinked once more, and then the platform began to descend.
The walls around her moved as the platform sank lower, the polished stone giving way to metallic walls lined with dim lights. Yun-Jin's reflection moved along with her, her expression hard and focused. She clenched her jaw, her fingers flexing unconsciously. There was no room for doubt. Not here, not now.
The descent felt long, the air growing colder the deeper she went. Finally, the platform slowed to a stop, and the walls opened up to reveal a wide corridor, lit by blue-tinted lights. Yun-Jin stepped off the platform, her boots clicking against the metallic floor as she moved forward. The corridor stretched far, and she could see shadows shifting at its end, figures moving in the distance.
As she walked, her mind replayed the conversation with JJ. The fear in her friend's eyes, the hesitation in her voice. She needed to make sure JJ stayed on their side, to keep her from falling deeper into the Black Bulls' grasp. They couldn't afford any more surprises—not now, when everything was on the line.
She reached a set of heavy metal doors, and as she approached, they slid open with a hiss. The room inside was filled with people—soldiers, analysts, strategists—each one busy, focused on their tasks. Screens lined the walls, each showing different feeds—live footage, maps, data streams. General Omhina stood near the center, her eyes locked on a series of flickering monitors that showed live updates. Around her, drones hummed, hovering over various tables where tactical maps and notes lay scattered.
"Good morning, General," Yun-Jin said as she walked in, her voice cutting through the controlled chaos. "I hope you're doing well."
Omhina nodded, her expression hardening. "He was. Which means this..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "It means they've been making moves under our noses, moves big enough to replace or coerce individuals without us noticing. It's worse than we thought." Find adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
"We should double guard patrols and prepare to move to a backup facility," Yun-Jin suggested, her tone steady but urgent.
Omhina turned toward her, eyes shadowed with thought. "If we do that, it might be seen as a sign of weakness," she countered. "They're testing us... We can't let them know they've rattled us. But still..." She paused, rubbing her forehead as though the weight of the decision physically bore down on her.
Yun-Jin's face softened. "We could discuss this with the other leadership heads, even involve the king," she said. "Let them know the situation so we have more options."
Omhina let out a heavy sigh, nodding slowly. "Yes, you're right. We need to inform them. I just... I want to avoid losing anyone else. Not again. Not like Lt. Daemon." She closed her eyes for a brief moment, as if steadying herself against the memory.
Yun-Jin watched her, empathy coursing through her. "We all want that, General. But this world—it's never going to let us take the easy path, is it?"
Omhina opened her eyes, a thin, tired smile playing at her lips. "No, it won't," she agreed. "I wish it would, just for once."
Yun-Jin nodded, her eyes returning to the screen that continued to flicker through different surveillance feeds. She saw Ty, his face on one of the monitors, captured as he moved from one area to the next—his eyes hardened, his steps purposeful. For a moment, she wondered what it must be like for him—to be here, surrounded by enemies that called themselves allies, fighting a battle that was never his to begin with.