It's Wednesday, and after a crazy few weeks that involved a med-evac flight for our ten year-old, things are finally starting to return to some sense of normalcy. (Normal if you discount the fact that we adopted a pound puppy last night, that is.)
Since we're already to March, here's a short snippet from chapter 3 of one of my Agent Ko books. Ko is talking with Ryuk, her handler.
“You know what I hate most about my job?”
They had been driving for almost an hour by now. Ko could tell by the landscape they were getting closer to Pyongyang. She didn’t care for Ryuk’s trite chatter, but she had no choice than to put up with it. “What?”
“It’s what it does to my family.” He glanced over at her, and Ko tried to keep her expression neutral. This was a new topic of conversation between them. Like an unfamiliar beach where you didn’t know the currents.
Ryuk scratched his cheek. “My wife knows I work for the Agency. That’s how we met, actually. But I can’t tell her anything. Can’t tell her about the recruits. Can’t tell her about my missions. Can’t even tell her what I did two decades ago.”
Ryuk exhaled loudly. “We have a daughter, you know. Did I ever tell you about her?”
Ko shook her head.
“She thinks I’m a banker.” He let out a sad-sounding chuckle. “Can’t you picture me working at a bank?”
Ko shrugged. She knew very little about banks and finances. Growing up, currency had been in the form of the dead, filleted fish Papa carried home. Then came the years of famine, the years of bartering and scarcity. Then the Academy provided Ko with the basic necessities, so she hadn’t found a need for money there, either. A few of the recruits received allowances if their families could afford it, but even though Papa was a general in the Party now, her parents didn’t send extra cash her way.
Ryuk scratched his cheek. “I’m at the Academy for weeks, sometimes months at a time, and my seventeen-year-old thinks I’m overseas making deals with the Dear Leader’s business cronies. She has no idea I’m only an hour’s drive away …” His voice trailed off. “No idea.”