Hyong gripped the microphone. “Run! He will execute you.”
Before Ryu answered, the shelter door opened and the drone of the approaching bombers became suddenly louder. Captain Kim raised his weapon at the interlopers.
Two Americans, a man and a woman, and an African woman entered wearing desperate expressions. Hyong motioned Kim to stand down. “Who are you?” he asked.
“I am Jazarah,” the African said in English. “I must speak with the Inquisitor.”
Hyong’s eyes widened.
“She knows how to talk to it,” said the American woman. “We don’t have time!”
Kim looked at him. Hyong nodded. “Yes. Quickly.”