The CIA locked Winston and me in a safe place. I snort. It’s more like a jail cell. We tried to get some sleep, but with everything that happened last night, neither one of us got much sleep. Winston has been quiet since everything went down. Not that I can blame him. But I’m worried. What if he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore? What if he blames me for what happened? I mean, all this is happening because of me. “So… the terrorists are Korean?” Winston say, breaking the silence that morning. I nod. “North Korean.” “And they’re after you, why, exactly?” “I’m not sure. I think my dad did something to piss them off.” “That’s great,” he says, sarcastically. “North Korea has one of the biggest armies.” “Actually, it’s not the whole country that’s after me. Just a group of terrorist from there,” I clarify. “Basically, North Korea hates my dad, but they obviously deny any involvement. If they sent their army to come after us, I’m pretty sure that would start a war.
