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"Are you certain of this? ”
Seulgi shrugs, a modified Colt M1911 in her left hand and a dagger in her other.
Used to the Mayonaka's distinct combination of stubbornness, the quartermaster sighs. They swear it’s hereditary. Honestly, every generation gets more obstinate than the last. Mayonaka Kamiko wasn’t this obstinate to take such a high-profile assassination mission by herself, at the very least.
As they watch the third-generation Mayonaka swiftly collect and arrange the supplies needed for the mission, they sigh once more. Smoke bombs, flash grenades, and even the acupuncture needles her younger brother prefers.
(And... is that a kyoketsu-shoge ?)
Seulgi looks them in the eye and shrugs once more.
“I might need it.”
She’s definitely Mayonaka Kazumi’s daughter, alright. The quartermaster can still hear the 10th heir saying “ Just in case ” while packing her assassination pack to the brim.
“Please do be careful.”
Seulgi nods.
"...and do make an effort to be subtle."
Glancing at them, Seulgi grins.
“I’ll try.”
They sigh. That’s as good as they’re going to get... from a Mayonaka.
Seulgi surveys the table, cleared of nearly every piece of equipment needed for all types of missions.
“I’m good to go.”
With a nod, the quartermaster gives her the key to her motorcycle.
Shouldering the guitar case containing her equipment, she waves goodbye to the quartermaster.
" May Artemis lead you to a successful hunt. "
Seulgi smirks, “I’m sure Auntie Taeyeon will.”
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Oh Hyunsoo has been watching the cute girl across him since she arrived at the cafe, wearing an all-black ensemble with black platform shoes, black hair, and a lip piercing. She was so striking, he’d been contemplating how to ask her for her number.
She’d ordered a large iced Americano, which was honestly not a surprise to him. She appeared to be a college student, and he was familiar with the sensation of barely surviving the day on copious amounts of coffee following an all-nighter.
The thing was, she didn’t bring any study materials with her but had been fiddling with her phone for the last 30 minutes or so. Although he was a little suspicious of that, he dismissed it.
Oh Hyunsoo had just plucked up the courage to stand up when he heard the girl's phone ring.
“Yes?”
As the person on the other end of the line spoke, he saw her face light up.
“Oh, you’re here?”
It must have been her boyfriend. ‘ Well, there goes your chance, Oh Hyunsoo ’.
“Sure, no worries. I’ll be there.”
While still enjoying her iced Americano, Oh Hyunsoo observes the cute (but regrettably taken) girl leave the cafe while carrying a guitar case that is almost twice her height.
He caught sight of a flash of silver before the crowd outside could engulf the girl, and then... a scream. He looked around when he heard the scream, but she was nowhere to be found ( he hopes she had already left when whatever had caused the scream occurred ).
Everyone in the cafe heard the commotion outside and quickly got to their feet. Unfortunately for Oh Hyunsoo, he was at the exact angle to witness a man sprawled on the ground with a woman next to him frantically calling for help.
The man was bleeding profusely and looked like he’d been stabbed. Before he could process the sight, a shot rang out. The woman beside the bleeding man was cut off mid-scream, collapsing in a heap beside them.
Everyone in the cafe, including Hyunsoo, ducked as everyone outside began to flee in terror. He caught sight of another flash of silver amid the frightened crowd. With the silver belts around her top gleaming merrily in the sunlight, the cute girl from the cafe stood motionless, sticking out like a sore thumb. Her left hand was raised, gun smoking in her hold.
The girl ( here, Hyunsoo swears to the detective interviewing him ) meets his eyes, smiles, and then waves the gun, red glinting on its side. She walks away calmly, as if she hadn’t shot someone in a crowd where anyone could identify her. Her iced Americano was still in her hand.
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"I said subtle."
"It was."
"That was not subtle."
Seulgi smirks, iced Americano still half full from her excursion.
“They’ll live.”
The quartermaster sighs.
“As expected of a Mayonaka.”
Seulgi giggles and pats the quartermaster’s arm. Then she hands them her guitar case, along with the belt holding her dagger.
“Thanks.”
“Congratulations on a successful hunt, your highness.”