I was on the roof of the Daesung Building before she was. The night wind was cold at this altitude. The city of Seoul spread out beneath my feet, an endless carpet of lights. You could see the Han River, a glittering black serpent, cutting the metropolis in two.
I heard the rooftop door creak behind me.
Yoo-Na appeared. She wasn't wearing her combat gear, but a long black coat that billowed in the wind. Her face was an expression of impatience and contempt.
"Nice view," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You have expensive taste for a burger cook. Can we get this over with? I have better things to do."
I didn't turn around. I kept looking at the city.
"We're going to establish a few rules before we go any further," I said, my voice calm and carried by the wind.
"Rules?" she laughed. "Who do you think you are?"