"Power to the women who are venom."
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A rivalry between a secret anti-government organization and its deviant counterpart; will seven boys and a girl lead justice to be served?
2034 has brought upon the presidency of Allison Diggory, a woman both l...
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"Let me confront Song myself."
You utter the words simply, shrugging your shoulders and smiling, staring at the shocked Taehyung through your dark eyelashes. His mouth drops, brows stitching together. "As Jimin did. Hell, I'd even be willing to do it with him. Just let me go to the main event and kill the fucker myself."
"You can't just kill him," Taehyung hisses. "Do you even know what the purpose of phase two is?"
"Enlighten me."
"We need his eye," Taehyung snaps like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "In case you forgot, he's a traditionalist. There's a room in the warehouse that holds significant information about W.R.A.I.T.H we need, and in order to unlock the computers, we need his eye for the eye recognition."
A lightbulb dings in your memory. You remember Yoongi mentioning something about eye recognition on the safe he was trying to get to, and how he simply used his acid gun to melt right through it and get the money.
But obviously, you can't blow up computers with important information inside of them.
"Easy," you shrug nonchalantly. "I'll rip it out."
"Brash, as always," Yoongi says, smiling a bit, and you're thankful for his support — though you don't need it.
"I—" Taehyung begins, about to disagree, but he stop himself. His silence ushers Jimin to speak, and you grow shocked at his support of your idea.
"It would work," Jimin nods, glancing to Taehyung bitterly. "Song is one disgusting man, kidnapped daughter or not. He deserves it."
Taehyung sighs, exasperated. He runs a hand through his dark tresses. "Whatever. I'm not letting you dictate this mission in such a way."
"Well, why not?" you question innocently. "What else do you need from Song other than his eye?"
Taehyung's silent, the entire room tense as everybody hushes in thought. With this, you go on.
"Oh, come on, big man," you coo, placing two elbows on the dark oak table, and leaning forward. "You wouldn't let me kill him a few nights ago, why not now?"
He remains quiet, piercing gaze fixated on your form.
"Look," you start, dropping the teasing act and crossing your arms. "All I want is for Song to be dead and gone, and for it to be by my hand. Give me that, and I'll tell you what I know."
