I am actually very scared to write this or continue, they are gone to a very strange part of the world. I'm back with all my research. SCARED!
Chapter 3:
REID POV...
"Get you things together, we take the bus now" Hotch said as he walked in the Isle while getting pushed around from other passengers. We followed his led out on the runway to a tour bus ready to take us to the border. American planes are not allowed to land directly in Northern Korea rather we have to cross the border on foot from South Korea. We hopped on after few initial security checks.
Afternoon approached, sun beaming at us. The summer was slowly reappearing. Soon, the scenes started to change, from main city to more barn and abandoned roads. The odd feels were in air, the soon to become suffocating air of cruel land, the most anti-American nation on planet. I was scared. I liked adventure work, the adrenaline. But, surely Morgan avoided such events. After William's and Burlington's terrorist attack, he had become a little more sensitive. Just to add on, this trip was of his least interest. I shifted my gaze away from moving scenes outside the window to Morgan's face, all tensed up. He looked sea sick almost. He glanced my way and winked back. I controlled my laugh that my phone beeped. Message.
"Starting at the border, we are not to talk about any of the work we are given until we return back. It is to be understood that 4 tourist guides will be watching all our moves, a slight suspicion and we will be detained here and no government of the world can save us then. This is serious and must be dealt accordingly. There must be no mistake. This nation is ruled by dictators with Americans as their number one enemy, we must not give them a reason to hate us. Let's do our job and get back in 5 days. Delete this message upon reading. GOODLUCK-Hotch"
"We know all that!" JJ exclaimed loudly and Hotch angrily eyed her. I checked the assigned file on my phone one last time, memorizing the picture, the known details of the authority and for good deleting all data. The game of minds was on. I saw others repeating the same, clearing the orders away.
And, the bus finally stopped. Only few other dare ones were here to visit. This was the first time, I felt nervousness sneaking in a little. The other side of the border had a new look to it, almost lifeless. I told myself, it's only my bias mind feeling this.
"Vacation?" I told Rossi as we walked over to the stern faced border authorities. He smirked back.
"Welcome" The man greeted us nicely as we handed over our travelling papers one by one. Eyes, many eyes were frozen on us. Soon, the four guides approached, seemed average, well verse in English. We introduced ourselves.
Our luggage was taken away for thorough security check and we were taken to the only tourist hotel in the country on a small island. The streets were nothing like home, poverty and famine was evident even in the most brightest of areas.
"Here's a rule that every visitor must abide, Kim family statues are found throughout the city and one must always bow down to it." The guide who was driving told the rest. We silently nodded. Morgan grabbed my hand; he was frozen. Fear?
"You can breathe" I whispered to him.
"Please refrain from whispering while staying here" The guide warned staring at me. I nodded back. How will we ever profile the highest authorities of this land without hinting our intention. My hands started to feel cold too. There was no doubt, the task at our hands was beyond tough.
At last, we stepped out of the car. The warm breeze of the new land brushed against my face. I was scared but only until I saw Emily. She got out from her car and smiled my way. I returned the gesture. She seemed calmed and actually excited. I wish I could share some of her strengths.
In the parking lot, at the corner, a black car was parked with many security personals hovering around.
"What's happening there?" Another visitor asked one of the guides. He looked scared at first.
"These cars belong to Kim Family, sometimes they visit the hotel to check on everything. Please refrain from any interactions, stay away and you will be fine" He explained as they were some fire or something. Some of us actually had some members of Kim family to profile.
I rushed inside trying to escape the direct sun. At the entrance lounge, while walking I turned back to catch Emily following me. My eyes smiled. And my body bumped into some other body. Out of nowhere, I collided her. And with my force, the lady fell on the ground. My heart skipped a beat when I turned around and saw so many uniform men around her well equipped with guns. The lady on the floor looked up, no emotions on her face. That's when I recognized her, from Morgan's given task files, the Princess, Urwah Kim. Terror echoed all around but everyone around remained still, lost in the shock of the moment.
I had just pushed the princess of this land on the floor. But, she continued to glare at my face, her eyes almost searching for something within me. I was shell shocked. And, she slowly started to smile as her eyes traced every inch of me before a security personal gave a hand to rise her back up. She stood up not leaving my eyes for a minute, just staring, almost to the core of my soul. A mere look at the royal family was a crime, everyone had to bow down for them and here I just made her bow. What had I done?
One of the security man raised his gun at me. Fear rose inside me. Was I going to die in the hands of authoritarian government? He pressed the safety lock of the gun. Hotch stepped forward and a guide stopped him.
The princess seemed lost in trance. I had offended her but she looked happily lost. And, before I could be shot to death she raised her hand and placed it on the gun, slowly lowering it away from me. I had forgotten to breath all this time. The man spoke something in his language to the lady but she kept looking at me. With fear I looked away. She started to walk away as her men followed her. She stopped when reached my side and for few moments she examined me again. She slowly started to come near. I stilled.
"You owe me for this" she lightly whispered in my ear and hurriedly left the hotel. Only after few rounds of inhalation and exhalation did I turn around to found the rest of us all pale.
"They have never forgiven anyone before for doing such a thing! I don't know how lucky you are" The guide spoke while almost shaking. It saddened me to see him. Few wealthy humans terrorizing lives of innocent as if they were the Gods. Instantly, I regretting even coming here.
Angrily, Hotch walked my way and grabbed me with my arm, hard.
"Can't you see where you're walking!" He grinded his teeth as he scolded me.
"I'm not here to lose you guys. UNDERSTAND!" He let go of me and before I could apologize he walked past me.
Emily POV...
I ran over to him, hugging him right away. My heart was racing with sky high speed. I was scared, so scared. I wasn't like that before. But now, his life was mine. And, in moments I could have lost my everything. For a second, all worries belonged to him. He returned the hug after a while.
Together, we walked up to the elevators to reach our suite. It was so annoying to see the guides just standing there looking at us all the time. I rolled my eyes in madness.
"When will our luggage get here?" Garcia asked the guide.
"Soon" He answered as we sat on the coaches with ourselves.
"We will need some lunch" Rossi informed them, acting all cool. They nodded but none of moved from their places. It's going to be hell of five days with them. Spencer sat beside me. He hadn't spoken since the incidence.
"You're okay right?" I asked him when he turned my way.
"Yeah" he replied sadly "Boring". I wished we could just fast forward the days already.
We were served lunch soon, luggage arrived. Us, girls left to sort out our things. Showered one by one as night fell on the city. Tomorrow the meeting was to start. I took out my suit for it and ironed it. JJ was calling Will and Henry on the phone. It was getting a little hot in our room so I pushed the window up. From the top, the city looked dark, only few parking lights. As I inhaled the fresh air, the task flashed in my mind.
The man I was suppose to profile will be present tomorrow at the meeting. I started laying plans out on how to approach, what to say and the door knocked. Spencer and Morgan came in.
"Hi boys!" I greeted them. They looked down, sad.
"No internet! This is so much worse than I thought!" Morgan exclaimed while getting comfortable on the dressing table.
"On top the Ankhain!" Spencer said. I let a laugh out.
"What's that?" I inquired.
"Ankhain is the how you say eyes in India and I'm using it to refer to something here, you're smart enough to understand that"
"Spence, Henry wants to say hi" JJ talked from over the bed. He walked to grab the phone. Morgan stood up and bowed down, then stared angrily at me.
"SUHH no whispers!" he said and I clapped my hands loudly.
"Got it boys!" I claimed proudly. So, we will be calling these annoying guides ankhain. JJ quickly glanced around the room, checking the ceilings.
"No cameras?" she let out.
"I sure hope nooot!" I said.
"Whhy hold on lady" Morgan smirked "my boy is tired of all the travelling today".
"Excuse me mister!" I tried to hide my smile behind.
"Ohh, you two are excused from me" he held his hands up "go on, all you want".
Spencer threw my pillow directly at Morgan while talking on the phone.
"Maybe he's not as tired" Morgan went on laughing and threw the pillow back. And, the grown up FBI agents turned kids within seconds, ripping the pillows in half, hitting each other, laughing, fighting.
"HEY, HEY, my pillow, BOY!" I exclaimed. "STOP!"
But, silly them, continued to pillow fight until Hotch walked on their too loud laughs. Little did I know, Hotch grabbed the blanket from our bed and jumped attack the pillow fighters with it, joining them in the battle. I stunned and exchanged a glance with JJ.
"H-O-T-C-H" both said slowly.
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