Before dawn, under a blanket of darkness, Joon-ho and I return to our discreet observation post on the edge of Bugu town. The air is chill and still, broken only by the occasional distant sound of a guard's voice or the rustle of wildlife in the underbrush. We settle into position, our eyes trained on the camp through night-vision binoculars, waiting for Hyun's shift to begin. The anticipation is palpable as we crouch in the shadows, our breaths forming small clouds in the crisp morning air.
"It's crucial we get this timing right," I whisper, checking my watch against the schedule we'd pieced together over the past few days. "We can't afford to draw any attention." The stakes are high, and the slightest misstep could jeopardise the entire operation.
