The next evening, Min-ho and Tae-jin prepared for their meeting with the informant. The tension was palpable as they navigated the darkened streets of Seoul, their senses heightened by the ever-present danger. They reached the designated spot, a secluded alley behind an unassuming teahouse, and waited.
A figure emerged from the shadows, cloaked in a long coat and a hat that obscured their face. Tae-jin stepped forward, his hand subtly resting on the concealed weapon at his side. "Are you the one we’re supposed to meet?" he asked, his voice steady.
The figure nodded, their voice low and gravelly. "You must be Tae-jin. And you, Min-ho. I have information that you need, but it comes at a price."
Min-ho exchanged a glance with Tae-jin before stepping forward. "We’re willing to pay, as long as it's reasonable."
The informant chuckled softly. "Money isn't what I want. I need a favor. There's a safehouse controlled by the rival gang. Get me access to it, and I'll give you what you seek."
Tae-jin's eyes narrowed. "Why should we trust you?"
The informant lifted their head, revealing eyes filled with desperation. "Because I want out. And helping you is my ticket to freedom."
After a moment of tense silence, Tae-jin nodded. "Fine. We'll get you access. But if you double-cross us, there will be consequences."
The informant handed them a small, encrypted drive. "This contains the location and security details of the safehouse. Get me inside, and the information you seek will be yours."
As the informant slipped back into the shadows, Min-ho and Tae-jin exchanged a determined look. Their bond had never been stronger, forged through shared struggle and mutual trust. Together, they would face the challenges ahead, determined to uncover the truth and protect those they cared about.
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