Prolog
Berlin 1989
Kim Jogin
Code name Kai
This was bad, this was really really bad. His bare feet made rapid clapping sounds as they hit the damp sidewalk. It was way too cold to be dressed only in your underwear and a damn bathrobe and his breath puffed out in ragged clouds. Running past a wooden gate he got an idea, he circled back, climbing it swiftly and landing on the other side.
It lead to a small courtyard between two apartment buildings. On the opposite side of the yard a nicer metal gate stood, he jogged to it hoping that at this late hour all the tenants were all sleeping. When reaching the gate he found it locked, cursing under his breath he hoisted himself up and dropped on the other side.
It lead him to a small street facing the water, it was empty besides from a few parked cars. Jogin exhaled slowly he must have lost them. Giving himself a second to think, he started to cross the street to look over the canal. There was a sudden light and a blinding pain as a car came from the corner and hit him.
He tried to get up but could only manage to erect his upper body, the driver exited the car. Jogin couldn't think straight, the pain and adrenaline pumping through him was making him nauseous.
"How did you find me" He croaked as the KGB Operative stepped forward, gun in hand, and placed the tip of the attached silencer to his forehead.
"You aren't as good of a spy as you think" He answered calmly. Panic was starting to hit, this was where he would die.
"It was Satchel, wasn't it? He ratted me out?" Jogin hissed. The sound of the trigger clicked and Jogin was met by darkness.
The assassin keeled down removing the nice golden watch from the deceased wrist, then he unceremoniously dumped the corpse into the water.