MAVERICK: Back in the Game (TBZ)

Chapter Three

"Sangyeon, I don't think...he's..." Hyunjae whispers, putting a hand on Sangyeon's shoulder. "...coming back alive."

Haknyeon stares in horror at the blood pile, at the bloody wound in Jacob's chest, at Sangyeon's bloody hands. His eyes slide up to see Sangyeon's eyes. They are full of terror, grief and anger. He'd never seen the man like this.

"Someone killed Jacob Bae," Sangyeon finally says, his voice croaking. "Whoever that is, is going to pay."

"Should we arm ourselves?" Q asks, his eyes glittering with excitement.

"Yes. Anything on the table. I assume it's for us. Grab something and let's find this son of a bitch!" Sangyeon shouts out.

"FIGHTING!" Eric screams.

Everyone runs to the table full of weapons.

"I'm keeping this bad boy," Q exclaims, twirling the dagger in his hand like a skilled marksman.

Haknyeon looks at the various weapons available. There's a few rolls of duct tape (interesting), a lighter, a black bag, two rifles (one that had been used to kill Jacob), a few grenades, a black burlap bag and a bow and arrow.

"There's not enough stuff here," Hyunjae remarks. "How can we divide all of this and make sure everyone gets something?"

There is one more item on the table. A pencil.

Haknyeon cocks an eyebrow. "Is that a pencil?" He points at it.

"A pencil, as a weapon?" Q sniggers.

"Haknyeon said the pencil is his!" New remarks, reaching for the bow and arrow. "I'm picking this sharp bitch."

Haknyeon shoots New a glare. "I did not!"

Sangyeon waves his hands, the tears staining the whites of his eyes red and making him look like he hasn't slept in a week. He snatches the black bag off the table. "The pencil might actually make a fantastic weapon. This is mine, cause I'm the leader!"

Haknyeon grumbles as New plucks the pencil up and shoves it into his hands.

Younghoon steps forward and reaches out to pick up the lighter and a roll of tape. "What could a roll of tape do?"

Q slips up behind him and sticks his face over his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear like a little devil child. "Lots of things. Maybe even for putting over Haknyeon's mouth, so we don't have to hear him whining about the stupid pencil."

Haknyeon glares at Q and lifts the pencil up, the sharpened end aimed at him. "Try me, Changmin!"

Q snickers and reaches around Younghoon to take the other roll of duct tape and the burlap bag. "It's so cute!"

Sunwoo snatches a grenade, eyeing it and stepping back.

Hyunjae taps his chin and then reaches for one of the sniper rifles. His hand settles on the handle and at once a chorus of cries light up.

"IT'S HIM! HYUNJAE DID IT! HYUNJAE KILLED JACOB!" Eric screams, pointing at Hyunjae. "HE'S GOT THE RIFLE!"

"I did not...ass..." Hyunjae grumbles. "This just so happens to be the most badass weapon on this table. No one would dare mess with me holding it."

Sangyeon slaps his forehead as Kevin reaches and snatches a few grenades off the table, emptying them into a little knapsack.

"True, he's got a point," Kevin mutters with a casual shrug.

"Eric, instead of pointing fingers, you should have chosen a weapon. Now there's nothing. Juyeon...?" Hyunjae questions, spinning the rifle in his hands and testing out the maneuverability of the weapon.

Juyeon puts his hands on his hips. "I've got looks on my side. So, I'll rely on my natural beauty."

Hyunjae shrugs.

"What are you going to do?" Haknyeon questions. "Frighten the killer with a batting of your eyelashes or an air kiss?"

"At least my looks are drop-dead, compared to your little pencil," Juyeon bites back, smirking at Haknyeon.

"Alright, that's enough," Sangyeon snaps. "It's no use fighting and turning on one another yet. Try to stay alive and survive and I hate to go there for this, but should anyone be killed, take their weapon."

Sunwoo flips the grenade around in his hands. "Sangyeon, I don't like this."

Sangyeon sighs and faces him. "I don't either, but we have no choice. Let's find the bastard who killed Jacob!"