Black sun

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Ryan is met with echoes of gunshots as soon as he steps inside the shooting arena. He looks in the direction of the sectioned booth and is greeted with a familar sight...Arthit?? This early??..  It is way too early for the office timing. Except the guards and surveillance team, there's is not a single soul in the whole building. He himself has chosen to arrive now particularly for this reason. He need to blow off some steam. His dilemma has only risen after the meet up with Kongpob. In the past, he had thought that clearing up his  suspicions about his junior's identity would guide him on taking decisions. But the reverse has happened. After watching the video, he contacted one of his colleague, working in Overseas Intelligence Bureau, and asked for Kongpob's records. After going through the data, his mind is a jumbled mess. In addition, Garrett has not contacted him for days. For any normal person, it would be a relief if their senior stopped hounding them for the deadline. But its part opposite in his case. Lack of call from his senior can only mean one thing. The other party is already on move, implying there's high chance of another agent tailing Kongpob for the pendant. He need to hurry up with his plan.

With hundred of thoughts swirling in his brain, Ryan takes up another glass cubicle, wearing ear protection equipments. The time flies as he immerses himself in the hitting the target, all his concentration shrinking to the dot in mid. Pouring out all his frustration, worry and anger there. All kinds of voices drowns out, his brain getting more and more clearer. He would had kept going had the bullets not finished. Taking off the safety gear, he comes out of the room, only to find Arthit waiting for him outside. Slouched against the tiled wall, cross legged, flipping through his phone lazily.

"You finished?", the junior team member asks, without looking away from his phone screen, straightening to his full height.

"Yeah", Ryan replied, coolly before moving straight towards his cabin, not sparing another glance at his half brother. Soon he felt the other walking beside him.

"I heard, you visited Kongpob?"

"And?"

"Can I know the reason?"

The ST Head can hear the supressed anger behind the five words. Halting, he faces his subordinate," Who wants to know?. Raising his eyebrow in an arch, he questions the other,".. ST member Arthit or Kongpob's boyfriend Arthit?"

Huffing, he looks up at the ceiling, his tongue circling the upper lip," Does it make any difference?". Arthit fixes the other with a challenged stare.

Ryan turns his head to the right, pursuing his lips before returning the aimed look,"yes. If a team member is asking then I have an answer. But if Kongpob's boyfriend is asking, then...". The elder leaves it at that and starts to walk away. He would not have have taken more than 5 steps when he heard the other.

"Dark swan called"

Arthit watched the other looking back at him with disbelief. Assuring him that the other understood him without voicing out. Agents who have worked as undercover can easily understand the gravity behind the name. Dark Swan is the master of masters in the world of black ops and spys. Getting called from them only mean that you are in for hell. 

*******

Kim closes the folder, taking off his gold rimmed specs. His mind is blown away with all these information. He has no idea how and when Rylee gathered this intel but one thing is for sure, his sister must had risked her life to get her hands on it. He can also understand why the other hand it over to him after all this time. It only means that the other knew about her life being in danger and has given file to him to save the crucial intelligence which has the potential to throw the whole nation in whirlwind and force common people to reckon if they had given reign of their lives in hands of right people. Education, Police, Prisecution, Hospital,Media, NGOs....everyone is muddled in the dirty corruption. Normally, he would had talked it out to the higher ups but now he can't when those upper authorities are enlisted in this folder. Rylee's file is going to be the Achilles heel for all...I need to talk to my team...

******

Damon stares at the note, written in dark blue ink. Pearl like words returning his stare. Had the contents of the note not been tearing apart his whole, he would had taken a minute or two to admire the precision and hard work put in the beautiful calligraphy.

Hey Damon!

I know you will curse me after reading this. I also am aware that by doing this am breaking your heart all over again...shredding it into pieces...walking all over your trust. But...but belive me..its the only choice -

The young officer reads no further, crumpling the white piece as his eyes turns misty. Fisting the innocent paper, he looks around the room, still drowning in the fragnance of lavender and lilies. The rumpled bedsheet, strewn clothes, scattered pillows, wrinkled bedsheet, some extinguished, other half melt waxes....witness of their reunion. Evidence of how he was finally home after being a nomad for years. Last night Rylee....has welcomed him in her embrace, has confessed her feelings, her insecurities....how she has asked for apology...is that what you were asking forgiveness for?? For abandoning  me again??....tears slips past his eyes, as he gets reminded of the oh so lovely blush, the way other has flushed red...he still can't forget the light and glow in those black orbs. No matter what other say, but one thing Damon will always be proud of how he can read his wife easily. Rylee could never lie to her, meeting his gaze. The storm of emotions in those eyes were not fake or any illusion on his part. They were true. Indeed....then why??...

*****

Kongpob wakes up, hearing ringing of his cellphone. Groaning, as he sits up, resting against the bedrest. His whole self hurting like he has been run down by a truck. Last night....a shy smile touches young man's lips as the scene plays in his vision. It was...intense. He feels like he had teared off another layer and has gotten a bit more closer to the elder. Another shrill ringing prompts the guy in action. Stretching out, he picks up his phone, tilting his head in confusion seeing his mother's number flashing on the screen...why is mom  calling this early???...

*****

Anurak rightens his emerald hoodie before picking up the plastic wrapped box. Looking up in the mirror, he meets eyes of his assistant as well as bodyguard," you can go back. I'll call a cab if needed to".

Thr bodyguard gives a short bow, before pressing on the button,unlocking the doors. Thanking the later, Anurak starts towards the apartment. Not caring if the car is peeled off the road or not. After burning almost 2 weeks' nights in contemplating and days in writing assignments, he has finally gotten an answer for his phi's question. And what would be more of a perfect occasion to rebuild his relationship with his phi if not for other's brthday. So, here he is. Outside his detective phi's apartment, with snacks, drinks and cakes...I just hope that P'Arthit won't mind me invading their quality time together....He is feeling very light after knowing the answer, ultimately realizing the intention of his senior for the question. His brain which has gone muddled for some time. But now everything is clear as day.

The young businessman raised his hand to knock, transferring the items in one hand carefully, when the door opened on its own accord, revealing his senior. Kongpob has worn a simple snow white hoodie, black joggers and slippers. Not at all a going out look. His hair dishelved and unkempt, like other has not taken enough time to tame the wild strands.

"Anurak?"

Kongpob said in a confused tone. He takes in the younger one standing before him. Eyes lingering at the plastic bag dangling from later's right hand. But he has no time to enquire about it. He need to hurry up.

"Phi-

"Your car, where is it?"

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