Salin came home with sparkling eyes. He was grinning from ear to ear, cheeks flushed, talking a mile a minute like he'd downed five energy drinks.
— Jun-ho! You had to see it! I helped interrogate a guy, I even stormed a warehouse with Jaeho — we kicked the damn door down, and I yelled at some dude! With a gun in my hand!
Salin shouted from the front door, and Jun-ho smiled as he came to meet him. Dressed in sweats. Hair a mess. Walking closer.
— You yelled at a guy… with a gun? — he asked, like he was still processing. — Was it like your army days?
