Korean Blood

The Meeting 2

“Sir what would you like to do? We already have secured The Dove, she is currently on the fourth floor of the house so she has not heard anything. Would you like us to keep her there?” One of the men asked. (“The dove” is the code name for Kwan’s grandmother)

“Good, let her stay there and see to it that her security detail is doubled. You men can stay here and resume your regular duties. I will meet with the security team out front to see what the issue is. I want to see the face of the person who dared step foot on my land.” Kwan told the man.

Who the hell could be causing all this ruckus in my territory with no fear of death. Kwan thought to himself as he pushed open one of his front doors.

“No please, I’m not here to cause problems. There is a man chasing me and they tried to kidnap me but I got away and came here to ask for help. Please help me.” Kwan heard the woman plead with her hands stretched in the air.

“Lucela what is going on?” Kwan asked his head of security Lucela Mistvalluy.

“This woman ran onto the property claiming that she needed help, saying she was being chased by some man. We have yet to identify her nor the man that she speaks of, but the cameras should have their identities soon.” Lucela responded.

Unamused and even more annoyed by the commotion Kwan walked closer to the scene to personally pass the message that the snipers could fire, however before he could take one step down the stairs he saw another person run onto his property right behind the woman. Except Kwan recognized this man, although his face was covered in blood and swollen but he was still identifiable.

This has just become interesting. Kwan thought to himself.

“ Woman step forward.” Kwan yelled to Cyra from the top of the stairs.

Slowly with her hands still raised, Cyra began to walk towards the men.

“Lower your weapons from her.” Kwan said, causing all the pointed lasers to disappear.

As Cyra walked closer she could finally make out the faces of the men who were in front of her. They all were dressed very sharp with sleek black suits with different colored handkerchiefs in each of their pockets.

The men looked as if they were from all over the world, some looked Mexican, some looked African, some looked Italian, some were Korean and some were even American. Cyra had no idea what she walked into but hoped they would help her.

“Come here girl.” Kwan called to Cyra from the top of the stairs

Cyra became frozen in place as her eyes tracked down the man who had been talking to her all this time.

“Or Should I just come get you?” Kwan asked as he began to walk down the stairs, noticing her lack of movement.

“No..No I’m sorry, I’m coming.” Cyra said as she walked directly through the line of men with guns and cars.