After the hour-long drive, they finally reach the Head Office. As Hong gets out of the car, she gets a call from Jimin.

"Yeah, Chim?"

"Where is everyone? I am at the base and Kook is sleeping here."

Hong eyes Namjoon and he gives a nod.

"We are at the Head Office. I'll call you later."

"Uh okay. Take care and remember, Breathe."

Hong didn't want to worry Jimin but she was freaking out. The last time she was here, it wasn't good. The scar is the reminder. She takes a deep breath and walks in. Everything looks the same. Jenny as the receptionist. The workers trudging the hall to clean. Joon nods at Jenny and they follow her towards the back elevator. Nice cover-up. A hotel. No one would actually suspect it to be the head office of the best secret agent service of South Korea. A small hotel where gangsters would unknowingly book a room.

They reach a large door and Jenny knocks on it. She signals us to get in. Hong takes a deep breath and follows Namjoon. He salutes, "SIR!"

Damm this man is loud today.

"Aah, you are finally here. Told you to reach in 15 minutes." Kim Woo Tak speaks calmly, eyes still on the file he is holding.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. Had to pick up Hong."

"Hong who?" Woo Tak asks sharply.

Hong scoffs at it. Years later, he is still the same. She wonders if he has any emotions.

"Sorry, sir. Had to pick up Agent HJ."

"Why? Do you think she can handle this?" eyeing Hong.

"I thought she would be the best person at this moment."

"Okay. But if she screws this one up, it's your head on the platter. Understood Agent NJ?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Okay. Go to Room 043 and take him with you to the base."

"I thought we had to interrogate him here."

"It's not as serious as we thought. He is just a doctor who once treated him. I doubt we would get much out of him but it's worth a try. Now leave. I don't have the whole day to waste on you."

Joon salutes him and turns back. Hong follows him when Woo Tak speaks again, "Remember, screw this up and you are over."

Hong knows what he meant and sighs. They close the door behind and Joon finally breaks his silence.

"That wasn't hard. He did not say anything to you. "

"Yeah, but he wants his son's head on a platter." Hong chuckles.

Namjoon gives a smile and walks towards Room 043.

"And also, why do you think I am the 'best' for this? Are you guys planning something behind my back?" Hong asks with her brow up.

"You'll see."

"You are avoiding eye contact."

Namjoon reaches the room and holds the handle. Before turning it he speaks in a low tone with guilt in his voice, "I am sorry Hong that I am making you do this, but this is the only way."

And he turns the handle to open the door. Hong is dumbfounded.

Sitting in the middle of the room, tied to a chair with blood oozing from his forehead is

KIM TAEHYUNG!