Second Infiltration

“Eumseong, North Chungcheong?”
“Right. Eumseong, North Chungcheong. That’s where we’re going.”

— Vroom.

Hong Jangwoo’s car, fitted with new license plates since I’d last seen it, ran down the expressway. The passengers were the same as last time: me, Wi Seona, and Hong Jangwoo. This time, though, everyone had swapped into ordinary casual clothes, or more precisely, clothes picked to make us look young, like university students.

“Going in like we’re a university volunteer club out doing a story… is that really going to work? I graduated years ago.”
“People drop their guard around students more than around reporters, don’t they. And...