Waning Moon

Three years ago, he ran rampant in Africa, undeniably the King of Soldier Kings. Three years later, he returned to the city, carless, houseless, and constantly in trouble. 
Applying to be a security guard at a company, switching from the battlefield to the office, he's low key, clever, with depth. Even security guards can have their moment in the spring.
Every time someone asked him, why are you always the unlucky one?
Basil Jaak would shyly say, it's just because I'm too obviously handsome!
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Close body King of Soldiers

The next day, after Basil Jaak arranged for Dawn Sutton's discharge from the hospital, he drove directly to the airport.


"Excuse me, are you Mr. John Brook?" A man in his early thirties working at the airport approached Basil Jaak and asked.


"John Brook? Yes, that's me!" This was the alias that Norberto Flack had assigned Basil Jaak for the mission; Basil Jaak was posing as a wine smuggler.


The airport staff smiled courteously and said, "Mr. Brook, here are your ticket and passport. I've already completed your check-in process. Please proceed to Gate 2 for boarding."


Basil Jaak took the ticket and passport, thanked the staff, and said, "Thank you! I hope I have the chance to treat you to a drink when I return."


The staff member was taken aback, then laughed saying, "It was no trouble at all. Our airline has the lowest accident rate in the world. I'm sure you'll return with a successful haul. Safe travels!"


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