Fifteen thousand feet above the vast sandy desert, a helicopter was zooming through the deep blue sky.
Inside, Jin and the other ten were standing in a single file and were facing the old man.
Through his headsets, he was addressing the eleven of them right now.
"Like I've said before, only seven of you will clear this test and become assassins." The old man scratched his beard and continued, "Here's how the entrance test will go: we'll have you jump down the aircraft with parachutes, and whoever reaches the ground alive wins. Easy right? It isn't. Only seven of you will be given parachutes, and for the rest? During the fall, you'll have to steal it or get smashed to death. Any questions?"
A few seconds later, a woman asked, "So who will be getting the parachutes first?"
