HERMAPHRODITE

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"Those fucking bastards!" snarled Yoongi as he watched the body fall through the air and land on the top of a van.

Sejin sat in mute shock, watching the drama of the falling body unfold, desperately trying to identify who the victim could possibly be. Hopefully Namjoon was still alive but it now meant they had two victims. These terrorists certainly meant business and he would need to act quickly to prevent any further loss of life.

Taehyung sat in stony silence, relieved in one way that the victim wasn't Namjoon but pained none the less that someone had died. His phone suddenly rang.

"Hyung!"

"Tae? What the hell is going on!?"

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"Time is up," snarled Lee as he looked at his watch.

"Now see here."

"Sit down!" snapped Lee. "They were told to take my demands seriously and it would appear they have not."

Namjoon took a deep breath and then turned his eyes to the head terrorist, speaking softly. "Mr. Lee, the demands you are making will take time to organize. The Governor cannot make the decision on his own, he has to go through the proper channels and have this done..."

*Wham*

Lee's fist connected with the top of the table causing the water glasses to jump and several of the present members as well. Lee put his face within centimeters of Namjoon's and spoke.

"Don't give me that bullshit! The Governor can simply pick up the phone, call the appropriate institutions and have those people released. There isn't any necessity for all this red tape shit you keep on sprouting."

Suppressing the shiver that wanted to tear through his body, Namjoon tried to ignore the rancid smelling breath that wafted over him and keep his face neutral.

"I'm sure they are doing everything possible to speed things up but it will still take time."

"They don't think I'm serious. Well, I think we will have to rectify that," Lee muttered, "Time to let them know I meant what I said and to stop fucking with me."

Lee spun on his heel and looked to one of his followers. He jerked his head in the direction of one of the other politicians, Mr. Choi and gave a nod.

"Show them how serious we are."

The terrorist raised his semi automatic.

"Wait! There's no need..." Namjoon's voice was cut off as the sound of a gunshot tore through the small room causing everyone to place their hands over their ears and look wildly about.

Mr. Choi never stood a chance, standing with his back to the glass window the bullet pierced his forehead, sped through his brain and exited leaving a much larger hole through the back of his skull and splattering the glass with bits of blood, brain and bone. The eyes blinked once and then the corpse began to fall backwards. The body crashed against the glass causing it to shatter and then fell through, plummeting to the ground below.

The room was silent as the horror registered. No one moved.

Lee strode over to the missing pane of glass and glanced downwards. "Maybe now we will see some action."

Minutes later Namjoon's cell phone began to ring.

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"Namjoon..." repeated Jin as his eyes remained glued to the screen. Jin was oblivious for the moment to the words the reporter was saying, his attention was focused solely on the picture of the building.