He'd been raised by the old school, and Hwan was the new.

Usually Hwan stayed in the field, playing her part near the heat of the action.

Watching him move with such pain, Hwan had never felt so helpless.

After a moment a voice came in so rich and clear that Hwan was startled.

Hwan walked around the desk and lit it for her.

Hwan bowed his head quickly and left; Donald looked down.

"The police will have a helicopter in the air," Hwan argued.

The process served no purpose other than as a useful review of what Hwan knew about the people before meeting them.

The medic hurried off and Hwan took a step back.

Hwan moved his hand from the sleeve to the lapel.

Hwan looked at the medic, who pointed toward a movie theater.

"In which case someone's fingerprints will be on it," Hwan said.

Hwan moved up to a circular metal grid in the glass.

Two doctors hurried into the drizzle, one toward Hwan, the other to the figure in front.

Chunae Hwan asked as she pushed herself up in the seat.

From the corner of his eye, Hwan watched as two men sitting beside him paid their tab and left.

Turning, Hwan walked back into the alley and looked down at the footprints.

Hwan felt Cho let up on the gas and fired him a look.

Katz turned in his seat and looked at Hwan.

"Ms. Hwan suggested that you might be more moved to join a pretty woman than one of her other associates."

Hwan stepped down from the chassis of the exploded truck.

With considerable effort, Hwan reached over and accepted it.

On this account, the descendants of the three Hwan are much reduced."

Hwan picked up the portable phone and called the office of the event coordinator at the Palace.

Hwan doubted they would help, since it seemed as though all of them had been facing in the same direction: away from the truck.