Chapter 3
East Berlin, 1 November 1989
Kim Minseok
Code name Xiumin
The crowd was swaying around him, loud music blaring. They were in a empty warehouse often got used for illeagal parties, such as this one. He could see Luhan at the bar, looking as uncomfortable and out of place as humanly possible, he was given a drink by the bartender, Beakhyun, a talkative Swede with a mullet. Minseok walked up to him, smiled and damanded, "Where's that fucking List"
"I already gave it to your friend, Kai" They had to talk loudly to be heared over the music,
"Well, Kai didn't show up"
"I did my part, I gave him the microfilm" -There was an uncomfortable moment before Luhan continued-"You have to get me across, it's not safe for me here anymore"
"No list, no deal" Minseok didn't have time for this bullshit and wasn't moved when Luhan stared to beg,
"I risked everything, Xuimin you-"
Minseok's patience ran out,"No list, no deal. Without that list why shouldn't I take you outside and shoot you in the fucking head" Luhan looked stunned, and there was a moment before he squeaked,"Shooting a stasi officer?"
For a second Minseok was stunned by this mans mere patheticness,"Who's trying to defect to the west? Yeah" But before he could scare the wretch some more police sirens started blaring, shit. Beakhyun swiftly jumped over the makeshift table he used as bar and waved for them both to follow. He lead them through the panicking crowd to a side door, letting the two of them out in the cold November night. Minseok turned to Luhan,
"Please tell me you've made a copy"
"I memorized it" Minseok wanted to bang his head against a wall but instead he snapped,"You memorized it? Every single agent on that list?"
"Yes, every signal one, Kim Minseok" Taken aback by his real name all he could do was stare.
"You're a good man-" Luhan started but Minseok cut him of,
"Oh piss off, I'll get you across, I just want the list"- turning a corner he saw a police car-" Oh Fuck" Luhan, unseen by the police officers, saw his opportunity to leave and murmured,"I'll be in touch" before scampering off.
The two police men shone their flashlights at Minseok and asked in German,"Can we see your identification"
Starting to stumble towards them, a plan formed in his head. He couldn't get caught on this side of the wall. That would get him arrested and probably deported. When he found the folded up papers he dropped them clumsily at one of the officers feet. Leaning down to pick them up he brought his fist up into the police mans groin. The man doubled over dropping his flashlight. Minseok caught it and slammed it into his opponent head, who crumpled to the ground. Quickly turning he threw the flashlight into the face of the other officer who stumbled backwards. Minseok flew forward kicking the side of the polices knee, who yelled out in pain and fell down onto all four, that earned him a hard kick to the side of his head. After making sure they were both unconscious by kicking them, he picked up his papers and tucking them into his bomber jacket. What a fucking night.