-X- Myeong

"Isn't 707 your security supervisor?"

"As I mentioned earlier, I have normal security and bodyguards. Luciel can maintain security systems and can fight off cyber threats while I can send bodyguards to the member's houses should they feel like they are in immediate danger. But when they are outside their homes and making normal decisions, they are in danger of not noticing and possibly dismissing accurately covered suspicious activity."

"So you want me to be a their everyday firewall." I clarified.

"In a manner of speaking. I would describe your job as a security strategist. You are to obtain information on their well being and on their complaints to me and Luciel about their security needs and strategize how best to solve the problem."

"You find your own strategic planning skills to be lacking?"

"In this aspect, yes. I can't throw guards at every problem. Sometimes there are finer details that I am not equipped nor have the time to attend to. And your job is to find the finer details." He was finally finished with his explanation.

"I understand. So the only uncertainty is if I will accept your invitation."

"Yes. Though I want you to know that joining the RFA is not a simple mission. The RFA was created for friends to use their skills to do some good for the world. If you join, it could get in the way of your other work for the agency."

He notified cautiously. It was becoming clear that he really did believe in my abilities and that he really wanted them.

"I also want you to be aware that to the public, you will be the security supervisor for CR and simply be involved with the RFA like how my assistant and I are to the public. So I will be expecting you to be a working employee of the company as well as this."

"And if I don't accept?"

"Then I would appreciate your services for CR."

"And if I don't want to work for CR?"

"Then I would appreciate your services on my own home."

And that tells me that he really does desire my services, even if it's for something as simple as his home.

"Then I accept your invitation to the RFA."

He offered a small smile and stood up. "Very good. Now, initiation into the RFA is usually easy. As long as you have an invitation and an introductory job to the other members, you are welcome."

I stood up quickly and followed him down the hall and stairs to the garage. "What exactly is an introductory job?"

"Self explanatory." I actually chortled at his simple statement. "All you I need is to be able to introduce you to the other members with the recognition of something they know."

I got into the back of the limousine as he did, but stayed silent, not really understanding what that meant."

"You will be in charge of security for a corporate party thrown by one of CR's business partners. They invited the RFA after they heard that I was affiliated. We are going to the venue for you to give your orders on security positioning." He explained. "And tonight, you will meet the rest of the RFA."

We were let into the venue that was buzzing with people decorating and preparing for guests.

"Mr. Han!" a woman called. I recognized her right away as the woman that I was sparring with just this morning. "Oh! Hello, Myeong."

"Have you two already met?" he asked.

"Oh yes, her and I met at my judo gym just this morning. So you're our security consultant?"

I offered a smile. "Yes. And there are some details about my work that I may have failed to mention this morning."

Her face lit up with recognition immediately. "You're also the agent that Luciel recommended!"

"Yes, I apologize for exempting a lot of a lot of the truth this morning. I'm not usually allowed to speak of my work, so I try to say something as close to the truth as possible." I offered.

Jaehee simply smiled. "It's alright, I understand. I don't even mention Mr. Han's name unless I'm speaking to a business contact."

Jumin took a clipboard from one of the security guards and handed it to me. The paper was a form of all the security orders that I was to give.

"Alright, the pedestrian entrances will be guarded regardless, but what kind of possible assailants would want to do these guests harm? Any guests that has angered a lot of people?"

Jaehee looked over the list that was given to her. "We have a few political officers and three of them have spoken in public."

"So we could be dealing with any number of people that radically disagree with them. Since I didn't know about the party beforehand, I can assume that this gathering is not front page news."

Jumin nodded in my general direction as Jaehee seemed surprised.

"Your technical security is set up well and even if a hacker were to attempt breaking in, the guards would catch them. Now, if we have some politicians here, then we should take into account that the people that could wish them harm are well funded. I want extra precautions taken on the air vents."

Jaehee's eyebrows furrowed I'm confusion. "Why the vents?"

"It's the easiest point if entry. Every time I'm asked to do a stealth mission, the vents are always the least guarded and easy to move through. In a building this big, the passageways will be big enough for a person to get through. I want you to make sure they have precautions on the vents."

The woman nodded and was off to complete the task that was given. With a few more orders, the security was tight and efficiently done.

The party would start in an hour. Jumin lead me back to the car for us to return to his house to prepare for the actual party. To my surprise, he already had a dress for me.

The light blue, frilly, cheongsam style was cute. Not something that I would normally wear, but it was a beautiful piece. Long sleeves, long skirt and a high neckline would certainly be more comfortable than the majority of the dresses I had to wear for work purposes. The chest was open and I soon realized that it might show a part of my tattoo.

I managed to zip the back of the dress up around my back and let out a sigh of relief as the dress covered up everything it needed to.

In most Asian countries, tattoos are viewed as a show of bad character. Only members of criminal organizations have tattoos and especially ones as big as mine. After some other basic preparation for a formal event, we were on our way back into the limousine.

We sat in silence for all but two minutes before Jumin spoke up. "Are you free to answer questions about your work?"

"So long as they aren't specific to any missions I've completed or confidential information. Then there's my preference of not answering personal questions."

"I know that Luciel is not 707's real name, but rather his baptismal name that he made his own for safety reasons. Is Myeong your real name? And if not, why do you have an alias?" Jumin questioned sternly.

I let out a breath before deciding that I could answer his questions. "Myeong is not my real name. I have no reason to hide my real name, other than for personal reasons, since I am not being hunted like some other agents. If you are uncomfortable calling me by a name you know isn't mine, then call me by my agent number 733 until I have a reason to give you my real name."

"So I would have to give you a reason to know your name?"

"Yes" I offered a smile in return. He seemed to smirk at this unfiltered retort.

"Alright, 733. I will find a way to obtain your real name. In the mean time, I think I will ponder on the information that I have."

"And what information is that exactly?"

Jumin let out a small chortle right before the car slowed to a stop and the door opened. "That shade of blue is not your color."

I couldn't help the smile at his joke. While it was completely true, simply saying that it was unflattering would have been easier and he could have brought it up in a bland way. But he managed to make the polite way of saying it sound just as rude as the easy way.

I was not ready for the line of reporters being held back by the railings and flashing camera lights.

"You should also be ready to get a lot of strange press with your face on it. Just be sure not to respond to anything false they say." The taller man instructed as he walked with me through the barrage of flashing lights and chatter of strange questions.

"Jumin Han, is it possible this young lady is a romantic interest for you?" One female reporter asked loudly above the rest.

"Jumin Han! Is this woman a romantic interest or a business partner?!" This time it was a man frantically leaning over the barrier and trying to get his microphone as close to Jumin and I as possible.

Several more reporters asked questions along the lines of being a romantic partner and some even going far enough to suggest that he was sleeping with me. These people have no shame.

Asylum was reached once the doors closed behind us and the whirlwind of words was tuned out and replaced by a calming music.

"You managed to get through them well. You've clearly done that before."

"I've had to accompany many people of high profile. Most of them aren't supposed to make it out of the night alive." I admitted. Jumin's eyes scanned over me, as though I had just confessed to some minor sin, not full out murder.

"Jumin!" a young voice rang out and snatched both of our attentions to the blond boy that had seemed so excited just a second ago. "Oh, who is this?"

"Yoosung, this is our newest member to the RFA, 733."

"I go by Myeong."

"Oh. You're an agent like Luciel! That must be so cool. I'm Yoosung Kim I'm a student." He smiled brightly.

That didn't surprise me, but it did suddenly washed over me that I could have had a normal life once I got out of the North. Not that it depressed me or even made me react, but it was an interesting thought. When I was around his age not even a whole three years ago, I was being trained to be a murder machine

"I'm not that much older than you. What are you majoring in?"

"Trust fund kid." Another man interrupted before Yoosung could answer. And I easily recognized him as the actor Zen.

His red eyes fell on me and immediately changed from slightly annoyed to flirty. It was a change that I had seen all to often and one that I hated.

"And who is this lovely lady?" He bowed with a wink. It suddenly hit me that I wasn't here to be friends with everyone I came into contact with. I could act like myself and since that is a real person, I didn't have to get along with everyone.

"733"

Yoosung seemed to be surprised at how cold my voice suddenly turned and Jumin appeared more amused with the small smile on his face.

Zen seemed to gather that I wasn't here to flirt with him. He slouched as he flinched back. "So cold." All I could thing was "Ugh. So dramatic."

"Is Luciel here?" I asked.

Jaehee walked up as Yoosung answered. "He said he had work. And Sung said she had a competition tonight, so I'll have to leave early."

"I was wondering where she went." Zen pondered out loud. The silent.

"I bet you were" in my head nearly made me laugh.

"I should actually get going if I want to catch her. It was nice to meet you, Myeong." Yoosung excused himself hurriedly with a glance at his watch.

"What kind of competition is Sung in?"

"Figure skating. She's actually agreed to compete in the winter Olympics next year with a little bit of financial help from me." Jumin answered.

"Such a shame. I know she could have on her own." Zen piped up, and irked me immediately.

Jumin seemed to understand that I was pissed off, and offered a small pat on the back. Zen didn't seem to notice, but Jaehee appeared like she had just seen me send a tazer through his gut.

I tried not to think much on it, but I would definitely ask about it later. Her expression was not one that I usually find favorable in my line of work.

Zen eventually started talking to Jaehee about some new role he got and I was free to slip away, detected only by Jumin who I was ok with following me.

It didn't take long for a few more people to notice the taller man. He exchanged handshakes, bows, small smiles and polite chatter with all of them.

As though I each interaction had taken a piece of my resolve, I could have fallen asleep standing upright in these deathly heels.

I've had to do much more intricate things in heels twice as horrible as these six inch nightmares, but walking between businessmen and women dressed so nicely and with so many smiles, I thought I was talking to a glass doll collection.

This is so much easier when I'm supposed to be killing someone. Just being friendly and offering a fake grin and a polite conversation without having to gather information is painful. At least when I'm supposed to get information, I know what to talk about. Right now, I have no clue what is and isn't a good topic, because both the people and the topics are all just as useless as the last.

At least until I found someone Jumin wouldn't go near in the slightest. And to my surprise, he wasn't avoiding Jumin.

Once another doll had passed and I had spoke up immediately. "Who is the red suited man on the far side of the room?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"You've been strategically avoiding him all night. Either you have a petty hatred for him, or you know he's bad news. And I've profiled you not to be a petty kind of businessman." He let out a sigh at the assumption.

"He's what I assume to be a high ranking member of the Kkangpae. His name is Hyung Teo. He has tried to threaten both my father and me into giving the Kkangpae a heafty donation."

"Mafia: Korean addition." I chuckled. "Is he still a problem?"

"I can't say. I wouldn't put it past them to be planning something against CR for revenge reasons. The Kkangpae is known to attack anybody that disrespects them like we did."

"Do you want me to find out?"

Jumin's eyes flashed in the direction of Hyung before landing on me again. I tried to decipher his expression to get some insight to his thoughts, but he does a good job of keeping a stone face.

"Yes."

I tried hard to keep the smile off my face, but definitely failed. I was ready to finally do something I wanted.

"Under one condition." He added. My gaze went straight to him in fear that it would be a horrible handicap. "I get to watch you work."