The goshiwon walls felt thinner than paper. Each creak of footsteps outside made the dim little room vibrate with dread. Lin stood with his back to the lone window, shadows of neon spilling through the blinds across his face. The scout sat bound to a flimsy chair, head bowed but shoulders shaking with a quiet laugh that grated against the silence.
"They've already found you," the scout muttered in Korean, voice muffled by a split lip. He tilted his chin up, revealing that smirk again. "Jin's men are here. You think this room can keep you safe?"
Keller cursed under his breath, pacing like a caged wolf. His hand rested on the butt of his pistol, eyes flicking to the door every other second. "We don't have time for this, Lin. We either cut him loose or cut his throat. If they breach that door, we're dead meat."
