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The words seemed to barely reach him, a far shout, a numb cry. With the strength he could muster, his hand reached down to a strange feeling in his abdomen. His hand reaching the place, he felt a oddly warm and th...
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*Any names used are just for names, no group members are associated with these names in this book.*
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"What is all this?" The man scowled, looking down at all the random junk his supposed best spy just dropped on his desk.
"Just some things i found outside of stray kids base that i thought you'd like to see. Take a look." His spy informed him, ushering him to look at the 'junk.'
The man gave a questioning look before deciding to take a look. Surely his spy wouldn't bring his trash for no reason. It must have some importance to him. He flipped over what he presumed to be a picture frame, eyes meeting with his own as soon as he did. He stared at the photo, a picture of him as his son.
"What is the meaning of this?" He questioned, gaze meeting back up with his spy.
"I don't bring you things without reason sir. These have given me reason to believe that either Stray kids have your son, or they are taking extreme measures to look into him." His spy informed, the cockiness radiating off him.
The man continued to look the rough the items, More photos of him and his son, Pens, Notebooks, and even a pocket watch. He was a bit confused until a bell went off in his head. These weren't just photos of him and his son, these were items his son owned. They were things he had given his son, physically.
He even felt a tinge of sadness knowing that these things he had given his son were now damaged, to far to be fixed. How dare they. He could only hope wherever his son was, he wasn't in the same condition.
"I want you to continue looking into this. I want more eyes on them, and don't even think about rest until you have the ability to bring something else important." The man growled, eyes never leaving the pile of old belongings.
His spy smirked, and slightly bowed, "Yes sir." And then proceeded to walk out of the office where the rest of his small team waited. They definitely hadn't been eves-dropping, some a bit disappointed that they wouldn't be getting much rest till further notice.
Without any words he waved at them to follow him. "So what's the plan?" One asked, quickening his pace to catch up.
"Well," He paused to look out a window, the black of night being all he could see, "We go out now. It's late and we can do a bit of sneaking around."
His teammate nodded, falling behind again to talk to the others, while he, Jiwoo, thought to himself. He was happy his boss was finally allowing him to be more hands and involved in a mission. And this also meant he could do some things without permission because all his boss said was to watch them, never did he give any specific orders for that.
