Chapter 309 - 301. A Red Sunset
Just as they were wondering where Zein was, one of the agents called out to Jock. "Sir, I managed to get the building’s CCTV recording," the man said while turning around the screen on top of the office desk so the others could see it. "I’ll play it from the moment they come inside the building."
Jock, as well as Han Shin and Rina immediately crowd around the desk, didn’t care even if they stepped on some of the unconscious bodies on their way. The screen in front of them showed the scenery of the gate, just as a delivery van came and parked in front of the building. They watched as two people alighted from the front doors, and Jock pointed at a person in a hooded cloak.
"That person, the one in the cloak," even through the recording, he knew it was the person who managed to breach the apartment’s security. "Track him."
"Yes, Sir!" another agent answered while making a quick screenshot of the cloaked person, who immediately went out of the gate while the others went inside with Zein slung over one of the perpetrators’ shoulder.
Han Shin watched the image--now shifting toward the inside of the building--while biting his nail, staring infuriatingly at Zein’s condition. He was sick! He was sick and they took him in just a plain sweater and sweatpants!
"Gods--he’s not with his mask!" the healer gritted his teeth. He knew how much Zein’s mask mattered to the guide; to be without it in front of strangers who had bad intentions toward him...
"Is there any audio?" Jock asked the operating agent, who immediately tried to fiddle with some options, but eventually shook his head.
"No, Sir."
They sighed and continued to watch as those people brought Zein inside the office where they were now, and threw the guide harshly into the couch--which made Han Shin slammed his fist on the table and glared at the unconscious, bloody people on the ground.
The audacity of these people!
"Why are they crowding over him like that?" he looked back at the screen, and saw the three kidnappers standing around the couch; talking, sneering. At one point, one of them kept on touching the guide’s face, who was clearly tensed but couldn’t do anything with bound arms. When the now dead esper, who was initially sitting on the desk, started to move toward the couch, Han Shin stepped back and shook his head. "I don’t feel good about this, I can’t--oh, God!"