Descent of the Demon Master

Wiggins furrowed his brow while scanning the distant land.

“I understand why you’d object to this idea. However, now is not the time to stick to common sense, Mister Lee. No, we must choose the most efficient route available.”

— I get that, yes. But this is...

“Well, do you have any better ideas?”

—I... No, master.

“There you go, then.”

Wiggins’ complexion was wane, to say the least. He furiously rubbed at his sunken eyes, then groaned in fatigue.

“As long as you reach somewhere south of Pyongyang, we will make it work. Contacting us will become impossible once you enter North Korea, so call us before crossing the border. We’ll decide on the location then.”

—Actually, we’ll try to get our hands on a satellite phone before doing that.

“That’s a good idea. We’ll get our preparations ready right away. In the meantime, try to call us as often as possible.”

—H-hold on, master.

“Mm?”