Mistrust

JP with Choi and Eun-Ji

Chinatown - San Francisco, CA

The only reason Eun-Ji didn’t come up with some plausible lie to send him away, in line with her continuing to pretend to be a college student, was because he flashed the dragon insignia upon his hand. She instantly recognized it; however, perfectly hid that fact in her facial expression. It didn’t necessarily verify that he was a Dragon agent or a collaborator. Anyone can get a ring, from another dead agent perhaps, or plagiarize a ring with a 3D printer.

In addition, she couldn’t rely on the fact he was Korean as validation either. Just because their main headquarters was in Seoul didn’t mean others couldn’t become a Dragon. David, her American host, was a clear example of that. He could very well be a Templar or Illuminati undercover. In fact, if she hadn’t been born into a Dragon legacy, then she was sure those other factions would have tried to recruit her if given the chance.

Eun-Ji nodded and looked to the table next to her and across the table. “You may sit there.” She said with a polite smile. It was just three feet more to the right of the chair across from her at the table, but any trained fighter now would realize that the added distance was defensively strategic. Meanwhile her hands were through the slits in her long dress, holding on the handles of the her hammers lightly.

Eun-Ji had been to Jindo before. It was a island off the southwest of South Korea. It was a monastery that was a cover for it also being a Dragon training headquarters. She knew this because of her parents. In particular her brother had trained there some when he was younger. She never did though; however, remembers visiting it while her brother was there a couple of times.

She played dumb, “I am a bit confused why anyone would be sent to help me with my studies, especially from so far away and without me knowing about it. Is this some prank? Did Lisa or Martin put you up to this?” She laughed lightly as if she had figure out what may be going on and caught onto the joke.

Yeong’s face went blank. He was not expecting her to keep a cover story after he had revealed he was a Dragon as well.

He also noticed her hands remained below the table. With food before her, this was a dead giveaway that she may take an offensive route to this meeting. This was something Choi wished to avoid.

He shook his head from side-to-side, then switched to Korean. “Master Park didn’t tell be who I was sent to help. He said I would know. Sometimes, when I meditate, I see visions. I saw your face, mothman, and two lines forming an X. Later I again saw your face with a dal. I’m still not sure how that fits. But I do know mothman figures in this investigation. The two lines coming together to form an X, not sure of that either. I know you have a code too, the other guy back at the university, he was Illuminati, had a picture of it.”

Not sure if she was buying into all he said, he nodded his head toward her hands still being under the table. “I wish not for this to turn physical; I am on your side. Your seem an excellent Dragon. You’ve fooled me with your abilities. I take that you are a bee too?”