Minah hadn't slept.
Her hands moved quickly, flipping through pages of her notebook, labeling, underlining, circling.
She couldn't speak—but she didn't need to.
Because every sketch, every scrawled memory, every angle of every hallway—she had lived it.
And what she couldn't say… she showed.
The room buzzed with military-grade tension.
Screens glowed. Coffee cups were half-full and forgotten. Intel officers hovered near digital maps and real-time feeds.
But all eyes kept drifting back to the young woman who worked without a word—
And somehow had more clarity than all of them.
Jaemin watched her.
He didn't say it aloud, but he knew:
This girl… isn't a witness.
She's the blueprint.
---
Then—
A sudden beep.
Everyone turned.
One officer, headset on, leaned forward.
"Sir… we found something."
All conversation stopped.
"Using her memory mapping, we cross-referenced decommissioned military facilities within proximity of government dead zones."
The screen shifted. A zoomed-in topographical map appeared.
The officer pointed to a red triangle overlaid with an aging blueprint.
"Here. Triangular field south of the Han River."
"An abandoned underground military base."
"No power grid activity. No drone access. No signals go in or out."
"Large enough to house a lab. Possibly a makeshift hospital."
Minah walked over, her eyes scanning the area.
She pointed to one small corner—then drew a curve with her finger.
An access tunnel.
A memory.
A route.
The officer updated the screen.
"She's right. There's a secondary entry point. Hidden. Collapsed on record, but may still be functional."
Jaemin folded his arms.
"We found it."
Everyone stared at the screen.
Minah's notebook—now fully digitized—was the key.
And Minah?
She stood straighter.
Because for the first time since it all began…
She wasn't being hunted.
She was leading the hunt.
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Underground Staging Area – Han Jaemin's Team
Two teams.
Two approaches.
One shot.
Team One: Han Jaemin's elite operatives, armed and in formation—
And at the center: Minah, in tactical gear, eyes sharp.
She didn't flinch.
She walked beside men with rifles like she belonged.
> "You're our key," one of the agents murmured.
"Don't lose focus."
She didn't reply.
But her grip tightened on the rolled blueprint.
They were heading in.
The objective was clear:
Enter the abandoned military facility.
Recover evidence.
Destroy the lab.
But the threat? Even clearer.
The tunnels were a minefield—wired with traps, hidden explosives, and decades of silence that could collapse with one wrong step.
And they weren't alone.
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Remote Surveillance Room – Overwatch HQ
Far above, a separate command center buzzed.
Another leader, headset on, barked into the comms:
"Keep eyes on the perimeter. Scan for thermal.
If they so much as sneeze underground, I want to hear it."
Satellite feeds flickered. Drones circled.
"Dojin's men might be inbound.
Be ready for intercept."
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Safe House – Jaewook's Room
Kang Ho slammed his fingers across the keyboard.
"Boss… they found the site."
On the screen: a grainy heat signature image—
Han Jaemin's team entering the facility.
Minah's name tagged in red.
Jaewook leaned in, breath frozen.
"Minah…"
His fist clenched on the table's edge.
Hyun Soo watched him.
"If she's there… then Dojin knows too."
Kang Ho nodded grimly.
"Dojin's moving fast. His people are probably already en route."
Jaewook turned, eyes like steel.
"Then so are we."
He grabbed his jacket.
"Let's go."
"I'm not losing her again."