“We will just have to keep trying,” Chin-sun giggled. After another short make out session, the pair began to feel the call of sleep wash over them. Chin-sun untied the red ribbon from her ponytail and smoothed out her hair before curling up on her side. Scott then flipped off the light and pulled the covers tightly around them, spooning his body against Chin-sun’s back for warmth. Before long, they were sound asleep, dreaming of their new life together. High in a tree, Song sat in silence and overlooked the small town ahead of him. He had tracked his prey here through most of the night, but his progress MILF had been glacially slow due to the snowstorm. As the first inkling of dawn glowed over the horizon, he scanned the area through a pair of binoculars, looking for any sign of Chin-sun or the American. All the while, he felt sick to his stomach at everything he saw. “So wasteful,” Song muttered. “Even peasants like this have electricity and running water? It is no wonder their government is so soft. Focusing on giving luxuries and comforts… we would crush them if not for those meddlesome bastards.” Though he knew they had to be here somewhere, finding them was still a tall order, one that he would have to take great care in. Even with his secret advantage, Song knew he couldn’t just barge in and demand the American. He surmised that these people encountered traitors on a regular basis, rendering aid to them without a second thought. No, he had to know exactly where they were hiding before he could act. For what felt like ages, he saw no movement anywhere, but one indian house in the sleepy town soon began to stir. After a few moments, he caught a glimpse of amateur someone peeking out the window. “White face… blonde hair… that’s him! Me-gook nom …” Feeling the adrenaline rush that always came right before a major operation, Song climbed down from the tree and pocketed his binoculars. He did a final check of his equipment, finding it in proper working order. With a deep breath and a slight grin on his face, he began the short walk into town. Scott awoke first that morning, pleased to have Chin-sun still wrapped in his arms. He disentangled himself carefully and slipped out of the bed, taking a quick look out the window. The sun Hardcore was still below the horizon, but dawn would break soon. As he was about to slip back into bed, a soft knock came at the door. Though he figured it was their host, he took no chances and grabbed his pistol from the Fingering nightstand. “Yes?” he asked. “Good morning,” came Myung-dae’s voice. “Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes, then we will go to the airport.” “We’ll be ready. Thank you.” Placing the pistol back on the nightstand, he rubbed his hand along Chin-sun’s exposed shoulder. “Wake up, gorgeous,” he whispered. 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