"Calm down, boys," Dimitri planted both hands on his waist, "the entire situation is built on misunderstanding. Sergei doesn't even know who you are; he certainly has no reason to send an assassin over you."
Ryan's eyes narrowed.
"Dude, what the fuck?"
"Easy, Ryan," Dimitri continued, "all his soldiers are branded with an eagle tattoo under their armpit."
Dimitri looked straight into Manson's eyes.
"So I want you to call your informant in Korea now and tell them to check under his armpit; if there is no mark, then someone is playing a dirty game with us."
Manson slowly holstered his pistol; his jaw tightened without saying another word. He pulled out his phone and immediately dialed Dahyun's number; the line rang once but there was no answer.
He redialed and it connected almost instantly.
"Dahyun ssi, gyeongchalseoe inneun geu saramhante jeonhwahaeseo geu gaejasik gyeodeurangi doksuri nagini inneunji hwaginhae dallago hae juseyo."
"Algesseumnida. Baro hagesseumnida."
