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The genomics laboratory at Groom Lake Air Force Base was founded by Chenover Bank. It was no secret that the owner of Chenover Financial Holdings was Lofair.

“I was told that they invested one hundred million dollars in Groom Lake Air Force Base and used half of that money to build the lab and get it running,” Norton said.

“I see. The owner and director of the genomics laboratory at Groom Lake Air Force Base was Doctor Alphonse Lofair, a very young scientist who was only twenty-nine years old. He wasn’t very well-known in the academic community either,” said the defense counsel.

“And the reason he was appointed as director of the laboratory could be because of the Chenover Bank, right? Do you know anything about that?”

“... I don’t know the details. The funding is just something I heard about when I was stationed at Groom Lake Air Force Base. I don’t have any documentation on it.”

“Thank you.”

Norton sighed and stepped down. He recalled the meeting with the chief of staff of the Campbell administration before coming here.

That was what the chief of staff told him.

‘That’s why we are participating in this case. There’s going to be a bloodbath in the country, so align yourself wisely. If you testify properly this time, there might be a slight chance you will be treated with leniency in future trials. We are one hundred percent confident in the Nicaraguan government’s victory. We have gathered substantial evidence.’

Ditching Lofair and following through with this threat was a bit of a gamble for Norton as well, but now he was glad that he did. It was because the Nicaraguan government put a surprising person on the stand.

“I would like to call Elsie Franklin to the stand,” said the defense counsel representing the Nicaraguan government.

Elsie looked around the room as she took the stand. Song Ji-Hyun was mouthing words of encouragement towards her.

“You worked at the genomics laboratory at Groom Lake Air Force Base. Please tell us about your experience there,” asked the defense counsel for the Nicaraguan government.

Elsie took a deep breath and began to recount what she had seen and experienced as a talented young doctor in her twenties.

“There was a ward that could accommodate hundreds of pregnant women. We hired impoverished women from the streets of Nicaragua and injected genetically modified embryos into their wombs, allowing them to implant and develop.”

Elsie began her statement. The conditions at the lab were worse than anyone imagined. Campbell, who was later briefed in writing at the White House, was shocked even though he knew about it. In China, Yang Gunyu scoffed when he read what had happened. This wasn’t much different from the organ exploitation and human experimentation that Chen Shui was doing.

“No matter how many fertilized eggs we had, there were never enough for the experiments, so female researchers were coerced to receive hormone injections to induce ovulation, after which their eggs were harvested for donations,” Elsie said. “The babies born there were mostly abandoned in orphanages or cremated after they died. It’s estimated to be in the thousands.”

“I have a question for the witness,” asked Judge Bruno Spender.

This American judge had already heard about Elsie’s problems from an anonymous informant before entering the courtroom.

“I’ve reviewed the past records submitted as evidence about the laboratory, but the documentation is quite sparse, and we couldn’t find employment records for the scientists. Do you have any materials that can support your claim of having worked at the laboratory?”

“No…”

“The witness has a history of psychiatric examination, and it has come to my attention that you have a severe addiction to hallucinogenic drugs. Are you still in treatment or using those substances?”

“Your Honor, that’s irrelevant to what the witness is saying right now.”

The defense counsel of the United States quickly jumped in.

“I think we need to explore various possibilities. Can you submit the witness’ medical records?” Bruno Spender said with a smile. “You may still testify, but please submit your medical records as well.

“... Yes.”

Elsie had somewhat expected this. She finalized her testimony and stepped down.

*

Young-Joon borrowed an entire lab room at the A-GenBio Cancer Laboratory. He took Isaiah Franklin’s bone marrow to the lab, where he made induced pluripotent stem cells from it. The process of growing them back to hematopoietic stem cells took about four days. Young-Joon corrected the genes using Cas9 and fixed the telomeres at the end using telomerases.

Now, he had to confirm with NGS that all the DNA was corrected as intended, but there was no time for that.

“She won’t last that long, right?”

—Her survival rate will drop significantly with each day that passes. Beyond this point, organ damage may accumulate to the extent that a bone marrow transplant won’t be enough; an artificial organ might be necessary.

These were hematopoietic stem cells and gene correction that Young-Joon had done countless times before. Given the urgency of the situation, he had no other choice. Instead of going through NGS, he activated Synchronization Mode.

—All two thousand nine hundred eighty five mutations were corrected in 99.9 percent of the one hundred eighty million hematopoietic stem cells.

Rosaline confirmed that the gene correction was successful.

“What about the leftover 0.1 percent?” Young-Joon asked.

—There are a couple that haven’t been correct, but it shouldn’t be a problem.

“Okay,” he said, “Since we need to cure her and then take her to the Netherlands for the second trial.”

Young-Joon made up his mind, organized the treatment, and contacted Professor Albert of Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine.

As Young-Joon was sitting in his car, a man suddenly burst out of the main entrance of the cancer laboratory and approached the back seat of the car where Young-Joon was sitting. Kim Chul-Kwon and his security team blocked the man standing in front of him.

“Step back,” Kim Chul-Kwon said.

“It’s a call from Mr. Lofair. Please give it to him.”

The man held out a phone.

“You can give it to me,” Young-Joon said, holding his hand out the window.

It was a cell phone with no buttons and in-ear headphones connected to it.

“It’s already connected. Go ahead.”

The man smiled at Young-Joon from outside the vehicle and left.

Young-Joon put the headphones into his ear.

“Hello?”

—Hello. This is Tate Lofair. I used this method to prevent being recorded, so I hope you understand. I’m sure you don’t want to see me right now.

“If you’re talking about the board meeting, it’s still a week away. I’ll see you in Seoul,” Young-Joon said.

—No, it’s not about that.

Tate paused, then went on.

—Doctor Ryu, we’ve obtained some interesting information. It’s about a red-haired girl who looks about nine years old—a girl who looks just like your youngest sister. After doing some digging, we found out at the Next Generation Hospital that her name is Rosaline.

“Yes?”

—We know that she is not your niece. You don’t have any relatives in the United States. You were first seen with that girl after you returned from China.

“Yes.”

—We went through all the records of all the ships and flights that came into South Korea during the three months following that point in time. There were a total of one hundred seventy thousand children of that age group, and eight hundred eighty-two of them were named Rosaline.

—None of them matched the face in the photo. In other words, she either didn’t enter the country through conventional means, or she wasn’t originally a U.S. citizen but was instead hidden and raised by you in Korea, without even your sibling knowing.

Tate went on.

—It wouldn’t be difficult for a man of your power to smuggle a person out of China. You lied about having a relative in the U.S., but Doctor Ryu, you have no relatives there. It seems like you obtained that child through some shady means and are raising her like a doll, projecting your deceased younger sister onto her. If this is reported, many people will start digging into your family relationships with suspicion…

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to hear this anymore. Just get to the point. I’m a little busy right now,” Young-Joon said in an annoyed voice.

—...

Tate was a little taken aback. He thought Young-Joon would be quite surprised if he pressured him like this, but Young-Joon didn’t seem bothered at all.

—... Don’t go to the Netherlands.

Tate warned Young-Joon.

—Don’t give any kind of testimony, and stay out of…

“Excuse me,” Young-Joon said. “A few days ago, if Alphonse had come to me and begged me, I might have given him a chance to resolve this alone. But you went to my sister and harassed her, and now you’re threatening me to back off?”

—...

“She’s not my niece? Did you really look into it?”

—What?

“How pathetic. Stop wasting your energy on pointless things and start thinking about how you’re going to pay for this. I’m hanging up.”

—Wait!

Young-Joon turned off the phone and threw it in the trash can in the back seat of his car.

“How far are we from Johns Hopkins University?” Young-Joon asked.

“We’re almost there,” Kim Chul-Kwon said.

*

“Everyone who was involved in running Groom Lake Air Force Base under the Heagan administration needs to be punished!”

On the streets of Spring Valley, which was on the way to Johns Hopkins University, a group of citizens were rallying with a statement of condemnation.

“The United States must now be accountable now for what it did in Nicaragua in the past. We also demand that the CIA earnestly clarify suspicions that it attempted to kill Isaiah Franklin, a victim of the Groom Lake genomics laboratory.”

The citizens’ chants went on.

“It was quiet even until the Nicaraguan government filed a lawsuit, but there have been rallies here and there after Doctor Song and Yassir made a statement to the press,” Kim Chul-Kwon explained.

“Are they talking about Chenover Bank of the Federal Reserve?” asked Young-Joon.

“The name has been mentioned after the first trial. There has been public opinion that the compensation amount claimed by Nicaragua is excessive since the beginning of the trial, and now there are more people suggesting that Chenover Bank should pay for it.”

“Since the medical treatment is expensive,” Young-Joon said, nodding.

After some time, Young-Joon arrived at Johns Hopkins University. At precisely the right timing, Albert completed preparation for the bone marrow transplant procedure and waited for Isaiah Franklin, who entered the room around the same time as the CIA.

With Isaiah Franklin lying on the hospital bed, Young-Joon briefly explained to Albert how to use the hematopoietic stem cells.

“... As such, no conditioning is required at this step,” Young-Joon said.

Originally, bone marrow transplants involved completely eradicating the existing bone marrow cells with powerful chemotherapy and radiation, followed by transplanting healthy hematopoietic stem cells. The process of removing the existing bone marrow cells was called conditioning.

“Because the hematopoietic stem cells in the body are already nearing the end of their lifespan?” Albert asked.

“Yes. They won’t cause any problems even if we leave them there. In fact, it will make the recovery faster.”

Young-Joon held out a styrofoam box. It contained liquid nitrogen, and inside were plastic vials of frozen hematopoietic stem cells.

“I’ll do a quick pretreatment and come back.”

Albert took the box outside.

Thud.

The door closed behind him, leaving only Young-Joon and Isaiah Franklin in the room.

“Ryu Young-Joon,” she said.

“Why?”

Young-Joon glanced over at her.

“...”

Isaiah Franklin was silent for a moment, then stared at Young-Joon.

“You’re trying to nag me again about how I’m trying so hard to treat you and what will happen if people find out about Rosaline, right?” he asked.

“... No, it’s just…”

Isaiah Franklin opened her mouth hesitantly.

“Thanks,” she said. “I just wanted to say… Thank you, I mean it.”