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𝟘𝟜𝟛. 𝔽𝔸𝕄𝕀𝕃𝕀𝔸ℝ 𝔽𝔸ℂ𝔼𝕊

Finding a needle in a haystack would have been easier than finding the President's son. However, Yoongi had left no stones unturned in his search. He eventually found out that he lived in a penthouse in the middle of the Golden City.

The general public had no idea that the President even had a son. Let alone what he looked like.

He was able to find him through the least expected means, social media. Someone had seen a handsome man with his hair dyed pink sitting at a park and decided to post his pictures on the internet. The photos had only been trending for five minutes before they were all taken down, without a trace.

They used the secret mining routes again, much to Hoseok's despair.

They had to use the subway system to move around the city. The streets above that were filled with zombies and military officers were out of the question.

'You should have left me home'.

Hoseok looked pale as they walked through the moss-filled walls of the subways.

'This is not the time to have this conversation Hobi', Namjoon whisper yelled back at him.

Jin stuck close to Zero along with Taehyung and Jungkook.

He missed the safety of being behind the wheel. A getaway driver had no business being on an outside mission.

He kept asking her if she heard anyone coming towards them every five minutes.

'All I hear is rats running around'.

That sent Hoseok into a near panic attack. He stood as still as a statue.

Namjoon gave her a stern look of disapproval.

'Sorry'.

After a journey from hell, they arrived at the nearest manhole to the building. Zero jumped out of it first and did a scan of the area before declaring it safe for the rest to come out.

It took Namjoon promising Hoseok a billion dollars for him to agree to continue with the mission. He internally vowed to leave Jin and Hoseok in the hideout during the next mission.

They all stood in awe at the building.

'So now what?'

Yoongi looked in Namjoon's direction. His work was done. He was unable to hack into their impenetrable security footage.

'Hide', Zero whisper-yelled.

They all ducked behind the nearest car that was parked opposite the building. It was as large as a tank and had pitch-black tinted windows.

A pair of security guards looked around the area before heading back inside.

'How many people are there Z?' Namjoon asked.

He was panting as he tried to regain his breath.

'There are thirty humans in that room', she pointed straight, 'And three humans at the top', she pointed towards the top of the building.

Namjoon nodded in response.

Jimin fiddled with the film camera in his hands as he stood in his private elevator.

The descent from the penthouse of the large building was painfully slow. The silence was filled with the gentle classical music that the elevator played from its speakers. Jimin made a mental note to change it to heavy metal rock music.

The elevator dinged when they arrived at the expansive lobby of the building.

Jimin walked out without paying attention to anything but his camera. He wanted to pick the perfect lighting and resolution for his documentary. Mr Smith stood behind him like a shadow. He prevented the younger man from walking straight into a pillar and bumping into the staff.