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2015-11-16 22:43:05
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048689 >> We have a problem. Bang’s caught on.
017039 >> Took him long enough.
048689 >> We need to do something. I didn’t go through all this to have him get in our way.
017039 >> Relax. I’m sure something can be arranged. Doesn’t one of your kids specialise in 'accidents’?
048689 >> They’ll ask questions if they find out who he is.
017039 >> Then come up with a cover story. International terrorist or something. Whatever makes it sound like they’re saving the country.
048689 >> Ok, I’ll fix it. But what about Bangtan?
017039 >> They won’t be a problem. And if they are, I guess we’ll finally find out whose kids are better.
048689 >> Alright, it’ll be taken care of.
017039 >> It’s almost a shame. Bang saved my life once. But he should have kept his nose out of things that do not concern him.
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2015-11-16 23:02:14
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Yoongi checked his gun was fully loaded, then shoved it back into its holster. Beside him, Jungkook rolled his shoulders, readying himself for the fight that was sure to come. Namjoon’s voice came over the earpieces they both wore.
“Jin and V are in position. One minute till the power goes out. Suga, JK, be ready.” Both Yoongi and Jungkook acknowledged him, then slid out of the van, boots silent on the ground as they made their way towards the house. Taking cover behind the high wall surrounding the property, the two black-clad figures checked their matching face masks, and waited.
Thirty seconds later, the lights in the house went out. By the time shouts of alarm started echoing within the house from the confused guards, the two men had climbed the wall and slipped inside the front door, the electronic lock a mere decoration now the power had been cut. They avoided the guards on the ground floor, climbing the stairs to their target.
As they approached the top of the staircase, a guard in an ill-fitting suit rounded the corner and stepped onto the landing, his torch light sweeping across the staircase, illuminating the two men. Before his shout could fully form, Jungkook leapt past Yoongi, his arm snaking around the man’s neck and squeezing. The man’s cry was cut off, along with his air supply, until he slumped in Jungkook’s arms, the younger man soundlessly lowering the guard to the ground. Yoongi nodded at his partner as he stepped over the guard’s prone form, and the two of them continued down the hallway.
A few seconds later, they reached their goal: the house owner’s office. And the eight guards within. On either side of the doorway, Yoongi and Jungkook each took a breath, then exchanged nods, before ducking into the room. They each took down one guard before the others even noticed they were there, but then the shouting and gunshots began. Yoongi pulled his own gun and took out two more before a fourth kicked the gun out of his hand. Yoongi didn’t hesitate to punch the guard in the throat, then followed it up with a punch to the kidney and an elbow to the man’s temple, causing him to join his fellow guards on the floor. Yoongi glanced across the room to see Jungkook dislocating the remaining guard’s shoulder before pistol whipping him into unconsciousness, having easily dispatched his other two. The younger man grabbed Yoongi’s gun from where it had landed and handed it back to him. Yoongi then turned his attention to the painting on the wall, and the safe hidden behind it. Pulling out his tools, he made quick work of the lock, swinging the door open. As he was reaching inside, he heard the faint groan of one of the guards as they came to; Yoongi didn’t even look back as he grabbed what they came for, hearing his partner return the guard to oblivion.
He waved the memory stick at Jungkook, who grinned behind his mask. “Let’s get out of here, kid.” The first words either of them had spoken since they left the van. They both moved to the door with a quick scan of the room to make sure there was no evidence of them being there, besides the eight limp bodies on the floor. Yoongi stifled a chuckle. At Jungkook’s enquiring eyebrow, he shrugged and said, “It’s gonna be one hell of a cleaning bill,” indicating the growing blood stains on the carpet. Jungkook huffed a laugh, then quietened as Namjoon’s voice came over their earpieces.
“Focus. One of those guards you just took out must have had a panic button on him. V and Jin could use some assistance.”
Yoongi and Jungkook were halfway down the stairs before Namjoon had finished speaking, the younger male leading the way.
“Cops?” Yoongi asked, internally cursing the size of the house and he felt his hand curling into a fist.
“No. Reinforcements.”
At that, both Yoongi and Jungkook increased their pace, quickly taking out the guards they had avoided earlier and heading for the back door. The sounds of a fight reached them before they had door opened, and Yoongi braced himself before entering the fray.
“Nice of you to join us, hyung!” Taehyung said from behind his black mask, ducking under a punch from a man and kicking him in the side, making him stumble back and trip over one of his fallen comrades.
On the other side of the road was Jin, knives flashing in the moonlight, eyes daring the guards to attack him. Once Yoongi and Jungkook had joined the fight, dropping more bodies, the guards sensed the turn of the battle and retreated slightly, forming a line stretching between the walls on either side of the road. The four masked men faced them, Taehyung and Yoongi in the middle, barely breathing heavily.
“Walls.” At Yoongi’s command, Jin sheathed his knives and braced himself, as Jungkook planted his feet firmly on the ground. “Now!” The four of them moved seamlessly, Jin grabbing Yoongi and Jungkook swinging Taehyung. The two lightest pushed off of the other two and ran their feet along the wall until they landed on the other side of the line of guards. Yoongi grinned in satisfaction as some of the guards twisted around in confusion, before he and Taehyung started kicking guards in the backs of their knees, making them hit the ground, hard. Jungkook and Jin immediately re-entered the fight, the four of them making quick work of the guards now that they had the advantage again.
When they were down to the final three guards, Yoongi pulled back slightly, as he was the one carrying the memory stick, the item they had been tasked with retrieving intact. He watched as Jin ruthlessly dispatched one, blood gleaming along his knives, then tensed as one of the remaining two pulled his own knife and lunged towards Jungkook. The youngest was trading blows with the last remaining guard, taking his time. Yoongi was too far away, but he still rushed forward as Jungkook turned, too late, to face his second attacker. Before the guard could do any damage, however, a hand reached between them, deflected the knife and then slammed into the guard’s face, breaking his nose and sending blood spraying. Taehyung ignored the slice to his hand and forearm and quickly grabbed the guard in a choke hold, cutting off his air supply before throwing him over his shoulder for good measure.
Eyes a little wide, Jungkook stopped playing with the third guard and ducked under his pathetic attempt at a block and punched him so hard in the temple he dropped instantly, his body crumpling.
“V!” Yoongi ran forward to look at his partner’s injury, slightly disconcerted by the grin he could see in Taehyung’s eyes.
“I’ll be fine, hyung. It’s not even that deep!” Taehyung brushed off his concern.
Yoongi was about to argue when Jin said, “We should go.” The eldest wiped the blood off his knives using one of the cheap suits the guards had all been modelling, before straightening up. “I’ll drive.”
They all headed back to the van, staying in the shadows and avoiding the security cameras they had memorised the locations of two days earlier. Yoongi grabbed a med kit and started wrapping Taehyung’s arm with gauze and bandages. “Hobi’s gonna kill us.”
“Why both of us? It’s not that bad!” Taehyung protested.
“Well you’re dead because you got injured when you assured him that wouldn’t happen, and I’m dead because I let it happen.” Yoongi retorted, glaring at the younger boy, but with no real heat behind his words.
Jin said over his shoulder as he drove, “It could have been worse. If he hadn’t done that, JK would be a lot worse off than V is right now. Stop fussing, Suga.”
Yoongi grumbled, knowing his hyung was right, but still not happy about it.
Taehyung looked at the other member of their little group, who had been sitting silently in the back of the van, watching as Taehyung was patched up. Once the youngest male had met his eyes, Taehyung smiled, reassuring the younger that he was fine. Jungkook blinked slowly, then nodded at him, thanking him for stopping the knife. But everyone in the van knew he wouldn’t fully relax until Hoseok had seen to the wound.
Yoongi turned his attention to the police radio in the van, and was relieved when it wasn’t until they were two miles from the house that the report came in, presumably from a guard who had regained consciousness. Jin paid the radio no heed, driving carefully so as not to draw attention to themselves, and brought them back to their base.
A few hours later, after a hot shower and a lecture from Hoseok, Yoongi slumped on the sofa and finally relaxed. Namjoon looked at him from where he was sat on the floor across the room, laptop on his knees and memory stick in hand. “Was it really that hard, hyung?” their tech expert asked, glasses sliding down his nose.
“Nah, just the opposite really. The only reason Tae even got hurt was because Kook was playing around again.” Yoongi shot Namjoon a look, which the other returned, both silently despairing over their youngest member.
“So what’s the problem?” Namjoon shoved his glasses back up and started fidgeting with the memory stick.
Yoongi sighed. “When are we going to get something more interesting? We’ve been working together three years, and we’re still nothing more than high tech thieves. We’re better than that! If I could go and yell at Bang, I would. What’s even on that thing anyway?” He gestured lazily at the memory stick.
“State secrets, probably. Or blackmail material. Who knows? Big boss asks, we do. That’s how it works, hyung. But at least we know we’re working for the good guys.”
Yoongi hummed in acknowledgement, then shifted on the sofa, wanting to get a few hours sleep before the sun came up. His plan was interrupted, however, by Taehyung running into the room and switching on the television.
“Kim Taehyung, the fuck are you doing?” Yoongi growled, but Taehyung just waved away his words and lifted the elder’s legs, then sat down and placed Yoongi’s legs in his lap.
“It’s Monday, hyung! Game of Thrones day! I’m not gonna let a little breaking and entering stop me from watching Game of Thrones.” Taehyung bounced excitedly in his seat as the opening song blasted through the speakers. The sound seemed to draw both Jin and Hoseok into the room, Jungkook following a few moments later.
Hoseok took one look at the bouncing Taehyung and said, “Ruin my dressing, Taehyung, and I will stop you from watching Game of Thrones. Got it?” Taehyung was about to respond when he saw the look on the doctor’s face, and nodded meekly.
“Hey Kook?” Namjoon asked, raising his voice over the sound of the tv.
Jungkook turned his head to look at Namjoon, eyebrows raised. “Yeah, hyung?”
“Stop playing around out there. If you’ve engaged someone, you take them out as quickly and efficiently as you can. Don’t taunt them. Ok?” Namjoon kept his eyes on the younger man as he shifted in his seat.
Finally, he responded. “Would help if they actually posed a challenge…”
“We get it, Kook.” Jin spoke up. “We know you’re the best fighter out of all of us. And if they don’t really pose a threat to us, then of course it’s easy for you. But we need you to watch our backs, because you’re the best out of all of us. And you can’t do that if you’re spending too much time with a guy you could have taken out in seconds.”
Jungkook looked like he was about to argue when his eyes fell on the new bandage wrapped around Taehyung’s arm and hand. The fight seemed to go out of him, and he nodded in response. Namjoon thought for a moment, eyes flicking between their maknae and Yoongi.
“I’ll send a message to Bang, see if we can’t get something slightly more interesting next time.” He eventually said. Yoongi grinned at him in response, and Jungkook smiled slightly.
“Now we’ve got that sorted, shut up guys! It’s starting!” Taehyung called out, and the others smiled at his enthusiasm. Yoongi nudged him with his legs before making himself comfortable again, his gaze fixed on the screen.
Two days later, Yoongi walked into the kitchen to find Namjoon staring at his laptop, breakfast on the side, forgotten.
“What’s up? Jin delete your porn stash again?” He asked idly as he reached for the coffee.
“It’s Bang.” Namjoon’s voice was quiet.
“He gave us a new assignment already?” Yoongi looked up from his coffee, and finally took in the expression on his partner’s face. “Joon?”
The younger man didn’t respond, so Yoongi walked around the counter to look at the laptop screen. A news website screamed the headline: Five Car Pile-Up – Seven Dead. Beneath that were the words that made Yoongi’s blood run cold.
First Casualty Identified As Bang Shihyuk.