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"Call me twisted. All I'm doing is serving justice the law failed to"
"Hate,... Is my driving force".
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The muted blares of sirens had no effect on the hooded figure slowly but steadily making their way up the slight slope in the dark of the night.
Combat boots hiking up the mountain side with little to no trace of heaved breaths depicting fatigue, gloved hands raise to pull on the long bag strapped to their back.
Dark, hooded eyes cast up to type in the password upon reaching the only house in the area, stomping into the wooden but modern house bathed by dim bulbs lighting up with her strides to the living room.
Letting the bag fall on the table at the center, the hood was pushed off, ungloved hands running through short, black hair, matching onyx eyes and soft feminine features visible over the mask on the lower face.
She unzips the bag, pulling out the long sniper rifle. Her slim fingers slowly slide down the weapon, going ahead to disassemble and fix its parts into the case.
Clicking it shut, her attention is drawn to the fax machine whirring at the side. She walks towards it, snatching the paper slowly sliding out of the device. Her eyes flit across the message in bold letterings
"Target, Lim Chul Do confirmed dead.... Return home"
She blinks, retrieves a lighter, and leaves the paper to burn on the ashtray before turning to the laptop, red words blinking in her view, causing her to inhale deeply at the sight
'Tracking failed'
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A dark room, a working computer casting light on soft, yet masculine features as fast fingers gracefully move on the keyboard, clicking out codes.
His lip tug in a smirk, fingers halting abruptly and eyebrows raising at location displayed on the system
"Another attempt?"
A voice from somewhere in the dark room piques, the hacker letting out a soft hum in confirmation
"They've gotten better at trying to track the broadcast three years back, but not too good at masking their location. Whoever this is, " he trails off
"Is in Incheon"
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A motorcycle sped down the deserted road, dry autumn leaves fluttering in its wake as it breezed past a border sign with its arrow pointing backward
'Incheon' and another, the motorcycle roaring forward in the direction of the arrow beneath the bold lettering
'Seoul , 5 miles ahead'
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The black Yamaha YZF-R6 was stuck in Seoul's congested traffic. The riders' partly gloved hands tap impatiently on the throttle, helmet cased head turning to face the screen at the side displaying a weather forecast for the day, immediately switching to breaking news
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