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“When I was a little girl, the first thing I remember is a bag full of money. Just tons of money I accidentally found in a large suitcase in a room. As I was just a 6 year old who thought the largest currency in the world was the largest coin, 500 Won, I had no idea how much there was in the paper bill. But I’m sure it must be worth over 9 billion Won. Another thing I remember in the room that day was my Sailor Moon doll. My one and only favorite thing in my entire childhood as it made me feel safe and accompanied.”
A bump on the road as well as a gentle thud on the left shoulder wakes her up at the right timing.
“Hey, wake up! il-uh-nah-yo!” gently yells Jackson.
“Mmmmh… Thanks for waking me up; are we here?” replies Min-Jung rubbing her tiresome eyes.
“You look extra tired than usual. Gwen-chan-a-yo?”“It’s all right. It’s just the stupid same dream I’ve had for a long time. By the way, does my English sound terrible to you?” asks Min-Jung, raising her eyebrow with a smirk.
“Nono, not at all! It’s just that I want to continue practicing Korean even though I’m American - finding your heritage, right?” answers Jackson with his awkward high-pitched voice when nervous.
“Hey, Jackson. I know that she is pretty with her kpop girl look but will you just give a break to the poor girl? She has a lot of work to do; and, I think you also have a lot as well, right?” interrupts Da-Hye as she gets off from and closed the door of Starex.
“Sorry, Da-Hye! mi-an-hye-yo” replies Jackson in a quick yet sharp tone.
“Mister, I truly appreciate you for trying to respect and learn the culture and mindsets of us native Koreans; but, I also want to practice my English. And who’s your superior?”
“You.. Ms. Ko” answered Jackson in a rather sad tone this time.
“Good. Then let’s continue speaking in English, capiche?”“Yes, boss lady!”
“Come on, Da-Hye. He’s just trying to be helpful to us. You know that he’s the next best historian since Shaun Hastings, especially for our operations. I’m sure he must have been through a lot on the stateside to get where he is now as well. Let’s work together on this one, please?” Min-Jung joins the conversation.
“Yes.. sorry, Min-Jung.” both assistants apologized to her.
As the three Assassins are unloading crates from Starex, a call reaches Jackson’s phone.
“Yellow?” asks Jackson in a juvenile voice.
“Jackson, I get that you are Korean by blood but you know I don’t like you saying it. It feels just.. weird when you say it.”“Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.” Jackson replies back sarcastically in Italian an accent.“Okay, you are crossing the line now. Da-Hye, get Jackson back to the stateside; mission abort.”“Bishop, if only this mission were just about tracking down some money laundering on bitcoin, I’d finish the job in 10 minutes and personally escort this maniac back to O’hare. But unfortunately, you know this mission is not.” Da-Hye talks loudly over Jackson’s shoulders to reach Bishop on speakerphone.
“Yes.. if only, Da-Hye. Have you arrived at our warehouse under Song-Gong Mountain?” quietly sighs Bishop.
“Yes.” says all three.
“Great. Hope you get yourself comfortable inside because the last time it was used was when a group of Mentor Baek’s recruits didn’t have enough time to do vacuum cleaning before leaving back to Japan a few months ago.”
“No worries, Bishop! I’m sure Mr. Jackson will do the chores for his lady before she enters the Animus.” winks Da-Hye at Jackson.
“Alright, as long as you three are working together, that’s all that matters. Remember. I will be checking on you guys once every few weeks but besides that, you are all you have. Abstergo may have long dominated here but there is still hope in the east. We’ll do our best to deal with the mess in the western hemisphere; in the meantime, use whatever means necessary to pioneer a new generation of the brotherhood in your hometown then expand. There is a reason your people have been the only divided country for over 60 years on Earth due to the conflict between the first Korean Templars and Assassins back then. Unfortunately, the lost generation of both sides went off-grid and worked behind the scenes of modern Korean history. I assume it might be a little different to the Templars, but shortly after the Korean war, the Korean assassins both, seemingly and allegedly, cut contacts with us in the west, thus the loss of all records of the entire Korean brotherhood. But thankfully, now with Mentor Mochizuki’s support, your team is the first-ever Korean brotherhood to receive the replica of the official Animus of Abstergo - design sent by Rebecca Crane. Your missions are to
- Figure out who exactly the original Korean assassins were
- Check any individual in Korea who came in contact with the pieces of Eden hidden throughout the history of the peninsula (well, at least just the southern half; my bad)
- Confirm the locations of any precursor artifact or temple/vault.
I myself have no idea exactly when we will be able to deal with the Templars in the west; but, one thing I know for sure is that we will ask for your help more and more in the future should things go south for us. So please find out contingencies and alternatives for our future while we still have time. Good luck, bishop out.”
“Yeah, totally no pressure at all, guys. Cheer up! Let’s first get some Shin Ramen. A hearty meal for a hearty job, eh?” Da-Hye tries her best to solely boost the morale of her team whilst the other two’s faces turn pale as they had not expected their responsibility to be this much.
“Come on, guys! Once this is all over, I know the best sam-gyup-sal place in Seoul! A good friend of mine runs the place; I bet it’s even juicer and tender than those American briskets, Yankee boy.”
“Wow, now you are crossing the line, boss lady! I’ll show you how much better briskets are than sam-gyup-sal on holidays.” Jackson reacts to Da-Hye’s humor accordingly to not discourage Min-Jung who most looks sad and lethargic already.
“But.. when will we have our holidays if the brotherhood in the west fails?” softly asks Min-Jung.
For the first time, both Da-Hye and Jackson are speechless and stutter for more than 20 seconds.
“N, nothing to worry, Min-Jung! Jackson and I will be here to protect you 24/7 and make you feel like you are on vacation right now. Your most favorite snack since childhood is cream & red bean bread with banana milk, right? Jackson will drive to the town and pick up all the things you always enjoy by the time you wake up from Animus! Right, Jackson?” Da-Hye pats Min-Jung’s round head with her long black hair.
“The training has already been too much for me.. But I guess I’ll do my best for you guys.. Let’s just get on with it” Quietly says Da-Hye, already on the chair while her two other partners haven’t finished setting up yet.
“Okay, okay, Min-Jung. Then please take some nap on the chair as you said you had a bad dream in sleep at the truck. We’ll get you connected to the Animus and wake you up in the Animus! ja-go-it-suh-yo” Jackson smiles and gently talks to her.
“Thank you, guys, for setting the things for me. I’ll take a nap for now. Wake me up whenever you want in the Animus. I just need a little bit more sleep..” Min-Jung closes her eyes then quietly inhales and exhales slowly through her nose soon after.
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