17: spy work

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Yoongi was slipping though rows and rows of containers, trying to find one with the name of the company he had been investigating over the last days. Taehyung's instinct had sent him here and he was not sure what to think of that, but he would follow through anyway. This was his preferred way of working anyway. More hands-on than sitting at home and waiting for the tech to pop out of the study to inform him he had found this or that.

Changjung Shipping was on the list of contractors of Taehyung's shelter company. They were shipping in the East China and South China Sea, mostly technical stuff like TVs, smartphones, everything around computers, but also custom shipping for valuable goods like expensive cars or antiques.

He had spied out three containers over the time of his investigation and had found nothing suspicious, but Taehyung had told him to keep digging until he found a private shipping, so he did. Right now, he was scanning an area of Busan's shipping port that he had not visited yet, searching for the plain white font on navy blue ground of Changjung Shipping.

It was like finding a needle in a stack of hay, but he was used to tiring work. When he finally found a container, it was stacked three levels above ground. With a sigh, he opened his backpack and pulled the climbing shoes and anti-slip gloves out. Time for a little exercise.

Climbing container stacks was comparably easy. The doors had top-to-bottom rods for the locking mechanism on which he could pull himself up, so it was like rod climbing back at the military. Once he had reached his container of interest, he grabbed the carabiner that was dangling on a rope from his hip and fixed it on the rod, so that he could use both hands to open the padlocks with one of RM's special little tools.

The difficult part came now. If he opened the doors, they would both swing outwards, taking him with them, and most likely bang against something that would make too much noise. He had to be smart about this if he did not want the night guard on his ass. After looking the structure up and down, he had an idea that should suffice. Unfastening the carabiner on his hip and taking it between his teeth, he began to climb again until he could reach out for the container above. There he fastened the carabiner. Now one door was blocked from swinging open. And he was without safety, but that was not important right now.

Satisfied he slid back down and pulled at the lever that would unlock the door. A metal creak echoed through the isles that made him hiss under his breath, but then he went through with it and slipped inside the darkness, closing the door after him. He was surrounded by pitch-black and his own labored breath was thrown back at him from the metal walls.

When he had finally found the torch, he flicked it on and looked around. Cars. Two cars to be exact. And expensive ones. This was the private shipping they had been waiting for. Determined to check as meticulously as possible he walked around the two beauties, looked inside and underneath, but nothing could be seen that should raise suspicion. Unsure of how to proceed he walked back to the door and dialed Taehyung's number.

"Hey," his companion answered immediately. "Found something?"

"A private shipping of cars, but I can't find a flaw with them," he explained.

"Did you check the hood and trunk?" Taehyung wanted to know.

"I'd need to get inside for that," he replied flatly.

"Cars in containers aren't locked. Keys are inside," the other said just as flatly, making Yoongi out as the idiot. He hated when Taehyung did that.

"Give me a sec," he growled and placed the phone on the ground by the door to keep the signal while he walked over to the Porsche and pulled on the doorhandle. It opened indeed, and he almost crashed the door on the container wall when he did not expect it to go up like a wing. Catching it just in time, he slipped inside and searched for the button that would allow to open the hood. Once he found it, he ducked out again and opened the car front. The small space there was empty. And in the trunk he found the engine and wondered where one was supposed to put bags for travelling.

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