D.E.B.S (Chaelisa)

25| Eyes Meet

"Status report," Chanyeol said grimly, skulking through the corridors in a bad mood.

There had been no sign of the damned girl anywhere—it was as though she vanished into thin air. Some of his buddies thought she might even have left the premises, but Chanyeol knew the prize she was after.

Lisa had no intention of leaving without Chaeyoung, and Chanyeol was banking on that fact to finally seize her and win all the glory.

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"Courage." Chaeyoung began her speech, "'courage' is a big word. I did not know what courage meant to me until I endured...14 agonising days in...captivity..."

She glanced at Jennie and Ms Young to the side and Jennie nodded vigorously.

"Go on," she mouthed.

Chaeyoung swallowed and continued spewing lie after lie, her voice a monotone.

"Captured and held hostage by a madwoman. It was a routine mission gone terribly wrong. I was separated from my squad and knocked unconscious. I awoke in the arms of the enemy..."

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"Report," Chanyeol demanded into his walkie-talkie.

"We've got nothing here."

Chanyeol shook his head, dejected, and pocketed the device as he continued his patrol of the corridors but a metallic thump made him freeze on the spot.

The sound came from overhead. Slowly, Chanyeol turned his gaze to the ceiling.

Another metallic clunk echoed, the sound too heavy for it to be a mere rodent.

Someone was crawling in the vents. Realisation dawned on him as he carefully took hold of his gun with both hands.

Of course. The vents. Hiding in plain sight. Clever girl.

Seething, Chanyeol aimed the gun above his head, waiting for her to move.

She was dead meat.

The walkie talkie at his hip emitted a burst of squawking static and Chanyeol went rigid, hoping he hadn't just revealed himself.

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In the vents, Lisa paused when she heard the static directly below her and guessed it was a security guard, patrolling already in search of her.

She hadn't dared to check in with Kook—moving through the vents was noisy already as it is, she would be pushing her luck to try speak with him.

Still there was someone directly beneath her, not making a sound and not moving as the seconds ticked by.

That means that whoever it was, they were waiting for her to move. Her position was compromised.

Lisa thought quickly. She shoved her hands in her pockets, brought out a fistful of diamonds and flung them out in front of her.

They clattered and skittered away and immediately, shots rang out, puncturing the metal floor as beams of light appeared.

Lisa would have been toast if she had taken a fatal step forward.

Abandoning the floor plan she had been following as a map, Lisa turned tails and scrambled to crawl back the way she came.

The noise of her retreat alerted the shooter beneath her and immediately a volley of shots went off, following her relentlessly as she scrambled to escape before a bullet found its mark.

She could even almost taste the metallic tang from the punctured vents that replaced the musty stale air as bullets pinged off the surface.

The shooter had deadly aim and the bullets were nipping closer and closer but Lisa found a turn and dived for it—whenever a vent turned, that meant it was branching off into another room, which would at least hold off the shooter for a precious few seconds, enough for her to put plenty distance between them.