The Guerillas of District 9

Chapter 27: Give Me Your TMI

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2. October 2143, Wednesday

Three days had passed since the rescue of Changbin, Wooyoung and Minho. Initially, there was chaos in Chan's bunker and a huge tangle of uncertainty, fear and panic. Especially when it came to the two injured men, San and Seonghwa.

Unfortunately, San was still unconscious. Seonghwa, on the other hand, was surprisingly back on his feet after the first day. As far as speaking was concerned, however, he joined San.

Both the ex-agents and the two leaders tried in vain to talk to the raven-headed man. Whether it was because Seonghwa was afraid, ashamed or because his ego was simply too big, nobody really knew.

At the moment, Changbin, Yeosang, Seungmin, Jongho and Jeongin were sitting in the living room watching television. "Imitation", some K-drama, was playing on the screen. However, none of the five guerrillas were focused, as the incidents from three days ago still haunted their thoughts.

"Isn't it totally strange that the news hasn't reported anything about the main building at District 9 being blown up," Jongho suddenly wondered, putting his feet up on the coffee table. His friends looked over at him thoughtfully. "Probably so as not to worry the population. Otherwise, their chips could burn out due to fear and the system would be completely fucked. But in the end, we were able to destroy a part of District 9, regardless of whether it was shown in the media or not," Yeosang said, biting his lower lip and pondering.

"But shouldn't the District 9 employees' chips have burned out anyway because of the shock?" Jongho spoke his thoughts aloud and began to pick at the hem of the pillow. "Maybe the staff's chips are stronger or something, I don't know. They're used to strange things like that and don't question it. The employees are like a separate species in themselves, if you can even call them human. We weren't caught either, so it could have just been a gas bottle or something like that, that exploded," Yeosang admitted and leaned over to the bag of gummy bears, whereupon he immediately picked up a few.

"Do you really think they won't figure out that we're behind this? After all, we've got our men and the ex-agent back. 'This has to be the work of the guerrillas', the people from District 9 must be thinking," said Jongho.

"Anyway, in the end, we've got all our men back and the mission is done. The surveillance cameras won't work after an explosion like that, so we're on the safe side," Seungmin tried to lighten the mood. "Do you think J.Y. Park was sent to prison?" Changbin returned to the topic.

"Definitely not, why would he? I don't think J.Y. Park would disappear because of such an incident. But if it makes you feel better to hear it: We've done a lot of damage to District 9. However, there's a good chance that sooner or later the search for us will become enormous and the measures will become even stricter. Let's say it's now a one-to-one tie," Jeongin finally spoke up. "A tie sucks," Changbin mumbled to himself.

"You think everything connected to J.Y. Park sucks too," muttered Seungmin, rolling his eyes. "That's logical. I hate that guy like the plague."

"So you also hate his nephew Park Seonghwa?" asked Jongho, looking at the older man curiously. "Well, he's-", but Changbin didn't get any further when he suddenly spotted a figure under the door frame. As if by chance, the figure was Seonghwa, who was most likely on his way to the toilets. Changbin swallowed hard and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

He tried to avoid eye contact with the emotionless, older man. He was wearing a dark grey hoodie that was far too big. The hood was over his head as he tried to hide the black veins that stained almost the entire right side of his face.