you're on another shift to guard shin jiyeh. your role is the same as before in the backlines, the opposite of ijin.
"where'd you learn how to fight?" one of your teammates ask you, sipping a cup of coffee.
it's the rare moment of having a break while the director is in the bathroom with other men to guard her.
"i learned it from the neighborhood i was from." using the same excuse as ijin uses always seems to work as they nod, convinced.
suddenly, your ear piece rings and the team leader's voice is heard.
"the director has been kidnapped! close every exit and check every cctv!"
your group share looks before nodding, getting into each individual roles.
then, ijins voice follows in your ear piece, "i've located the perpetrator's vehicle. black minivan, license plate 000 0000."
they're in the garage!
it's about two floors down, so you're sure you could make it if you move quick enough. "i'm chasing after the perpetrator!" you inform your group before barging out the door, running towards the stairs and jumping over the railings before landing on your feet in the ground floor.
just as ijin says, there is a car speeding towards the exit.
dashing towards the vehicle with a small pocket pen in hand, you throw it towards the corner of the window, silently cheering when it breaks open.
leaping on top of a few cars, you continue moving with the speed of the car until you're close enough to jump and grab onto the roof.
"( y/n )! do you have a weapon with you?" your silver haired friend's voice comes from your right, and you're shocked to see him hanging onto one of the passenger doors.
"no! the damn agency didn't provide us with one!" you curse, trying to lift yourself, but the car suddenly drifts to the right, causing your grip to loosen.
"shit!"
the car leaves the building, and you're now in the highways, cars speeding past.
you hear a thud, and you see ijin trying to kick the window open, it works, but before it fully cracks, another car bumps into the minivan.
that was the last straw as the impact finally causes ijin to loosen his grip and fall roughly into the ground. you force yourself to focus on getting on top of the roof to carefully force yourself in on the side where you've broken the window.
knowing ijin, he should be fine.
"get off the car, bitch!" there's a woman cursing at you from within the car, her tone seemingly foreign.
"fuck off!"
carefully shifting and moving to get in, you're surprised when a bullet shoots through your leg before you're able to get your torso in.
"awh, did that hurt?" the woman coos, before telling the driver to drift once more.
your grip loosens from the bullet that pierces through your flesh and your body slides of the roof before you fall and make harsh contact with the tree planted by the sidewalk.
you feel a few bones in your spine pop painfully, a grunt leaving your lips as blood oozes out of your leg just as it does from the wound on your head from the impact of falling.
pressing into your earpiece, you're quick to report. "perpetrators heading to xx street and turn right towards the intersection. the woman has a gun and is a bitch."
"..copy that..we're passing you. go get treated."
the team leader responds but you choose not the listen to the last past.
just as he says, one of the company's car passes by you.
quickly getting up, you spot a man getting into his motorcycle, so you take the opportunity and borrow it from him before he could ride away.
"i'll return it!"
luckily, the car hasn't gotten far enough for you to loose their tail. you're not too fatally injured to have your movements hindered so you'll do what you can to continue with your job.
its only fair to out in effort when the old man pays you generously for this job, and it did provide you entertainment.
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by the time you arrive, ijin is signaling you to be discreet and hide with him.
you follow as he says, looking at the possibly dead bodies already laying on the ground in their mixed pool of blood.
"what's the situation?" you quietly whisper, taking the three knives that he hands you.
"director is being used as hostage. we'll use the old procedure as before." he responds, keeping his own pair of knives with him.
you nod, peeking from the wall to assess the situation. team 2's team leaders stands frozen as the male perpetrator aims the gun barrel at the directors head.
moving fast, you throw the knives towards the arm that holds the gun and ijin takes the cue to run into the situation and grab the director sitting in the wheel chair.
the team three leader tackles the man, immediately turning to you and telling you to assist ijin.
you nod without hesitation, grabbing the gun before heading off to wherever he hid.
bang!
turning to find the nearby source of the sound, you're not surprised to find the woman writhing in pain, blood flowing from a gun shot wound in her leg.
ijin points a gun at her as the director, who's no conscious watches behind him.
"you...dont tell me...! merc—!"
you shoot her other leg before she could scream his code name out in front of the director. "aw, does it hurt?" you use a mocking tone, still upset that she'd shot you earlier when you were hanging in the car.
kneeling behind the girl, you take her jaw and force the barrel of the gun into her opened mouth. "director, shall i kill her?" you hum out jokingly—shin jiyeh didn't seem to catch onto the joke as she immediately tells you to keep her alive for interrogation.
sighing, you nod before striking the side of her neck to knock her out.
thud!
she falls to the floor, her face upright, giving you a better chance to view her european features. she looks familiar, like someone you came across when you were with the camp.
well, that didn't matter now. you weren't with them anymore.
you're with ijin.
"phew!" you huff, standing up to walk towards the said silverett, who's covered in blood.
"your hands," he sighs, taking your hands in his and examining your torn off nails.
you notice his own nails are in the same condition.
"i'm fine." you gently tug your hands off of his, "let's go assist the team leader."
