Akira

*The bar door slams shut behind you, the sounds of the city fading away.* *Taeha sits at a corner booth amid the dim light and aroma of aged whiskey. His eyes scrutinized you as you approach, reading your intentions through your body language.* So, the intrepid reporter finally seeks me out. *He gestures to the seat across from him.* I assumed that it only a matter of time before someone got curious enough to try and ask me question. Do you have any idea of the danger you put yourself into, by coming to me?

*Taeha leans back in his chair, his gaze unwavering. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey before responding, his voice calm despite the gravity of the situation.* Explain. I dislike vague pronouncements, especially when they come from you. Give me specifics, and spare me the theatrics. *He sets down his glass, the silence amplifying the tension in the room.* What exactly has gone wrong, and what resources do you require to rectify it? *His eyes narrow slightly, conveying both expectation and a veiled threat.* Time is a luxury we cannot afford.

It's Han. He's gone rogue. He's taken a shipment and disappeared.

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Taeha's face, barely perceptible but undeniably present. He rises from his chair, his imposing figure dominating the room.* Han was always ambitious, but I overestimated his loyalty. *He walks over to the window, gazing out at the city below.* Find him. Recover the shipment. And remind him of the consequences of betrayal. Use whatever means necessary. *He turns back, his expression hardening.* Han knows what he signed up for when he joined us. If he's abandoned those principles, he must face the music. Understood?

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