Ten Years of Echoes from Border Rescue

Autumn in Washington. Heisong was teaching trainees how to move along tactical routes at the security company’s training ground when the boss suddenly hurried over. “A client specifically asked to see you. Says he’s an old friend.”

The young man in the meeting room turned around, and Heisong froze. It was the young fellow who had once huddled in the ship’s hold. Now he wore a fine suit, but his eyes still held the same shy look.