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Three years later.
Bambam and I are sitting in an SUV, parked down the road from a warehouse where a shipment of girls is being held.
I hear a motorcycle, and glancing in the side mirror, I watch as Jennie parks behind us. Opening the door, I climb out and walk to my wife.
"Ready?" I ask as I reach her.
Lisa takes off her helmet, then climbs off the motorcycle. "Yes. Nayeon's in place."
Bambam joins us. "I'm going to head up."
"Okay." I watch as he jogs to the side of a warehouse, and then I turn my attention back to Jennie. "Let's do this."
She grins at me as we walk in the direction of the shipment. "Don't be greedy tonight."
I raise an eyebrow at her. "Me? I let you kill more than half every time." I wink at her before I continue, "It's a turn-on to watch you go all badass on the fuckers."
'Ugh,' Nayeon mutters over the earpiece.
'How about we focus on the job,' Bambam joins in.
Jennie lets out a burst of silent laughter, and then she pulls her gun from behind her back. I do the same, and as we round the corner, we pull our ski masks over our faces.
Jennie raises her arm as we approach two guards, and then I call out, "Surprise, motherfuckers." She pulls the trigger, burying a bullet in the one guard's head.
I take aim, killing the remaining guard just as the warehouse's door rolls open. More men spill out, and then it's fun and games.
When we're close enough, I cover Jennie as she darts forward. It gives me an instant hard-on as she jumps into the air. Kicking a guard square in the chest, she rides him like a fucking surfboard as he falls backward, and then she plants a bullet between his eyes.
"That's my girl," I boast to no one in particular.
'The whole fucking world knows,' Bambam mumbles under his breath, making me chuckle.
As we walk into the warehouse, I scan for threats while Jennie runs to the girls.
And then my good mood fades.
Fucking cockroaches.
The girls have been squashed into animal cages, and knowing we don't have a lot of time before reinforcements might arrive, I walk to the nearest cage.
Usually, I leave it to Jennie to deal with the girls, but seeing as we're tight for time, cautious and caring will have to take a back seat.
"Come," I say to the girl as I open the door.
"It's okay," Jennie begins to coo. "We're here to help you."
I move along the cages, opening the doors, and then say, "Nayeon, we need you here. The shipment's bigger than we expected."
'On my way,' her voice sounds over the earpiece.
"Bambam, any movement?" I ask.
'Nothing. It's too quiet, though. Hurry.'
A couple of minutes later, the van pulled up, and we heard the eight girls out.
"It's going to be a tight fit," I mentioned to Jennie.
"Doesn't matter." She opens the side door and then gets the girls to climb inside. "We're taking you to a safe place."
"Wait," I say as Jennie begins to shut the door. I step closer, and then I take a good look at the girls.
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