MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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We gathered around the living room as we tend to around the missions, but everyone felt a bit weirded out.

'This was the calmest mission I've ever been on. It was like one of those rage rooms where you break shit to get rid of anger.' Hoseok laughs, having the rest agree with him

'Okay. Let's do this. What do we have so far?' Namjoon asked, his eyes directed straight at me

I took a deep breath, calming myself down. I still don't want their help. But I need it. And I do have things to share.

'Nolan. Some American guy. He seems to be the one taking Rain left and right. Or pretending to. The last cartel told me that they sold a girl to the Widows. A single girl. A blonde one, to use as a bait for "someone".' I purposely added the quotes in the word someone, just to prove the idiotic point

'Port Nel. The woman in charge told me about Nolan as well. She did try to seduce me, so I thought she was talking shit, but as it turns out, the guy is real. He took the casket from the port, and Ren dropped it off.'

'Nolan. American.' Gyumin nodded and ran off, but came back a minute later with a laptop.

'Let's see what I can find.'

While we were discussing about tonight and the info the guy gave me earlier, Gyumin was doing fuck knows what, humming to himself. He tends to do that quite a bit. Says it keeps him focused. To be fair, we're all positive he has ADHD. He can't sit still for a minute unless he's absolutely focused on something.

'There are 4 Nolans who came to South Korea in the last year. I filtered all the airlines with the name, and 4 came up. But... only 1 never went on a plane back.' He giggled creepily, as he does

He kept clicking as he giggled, and then sang some random suspensful tune, before yelling 'Gotcha hoe'.

'Hotel Admiral. Been there last. Been to 3 hotels before that. I got the camera feed. Tall and blonde. This must be him.'

He turned the screen to all of us, showing us the man on the feed. Indeed tall, abour 6'4 if I had to guess from the video. Dirty blonde hair, slicked back. Full 3 piece suit, the brand screaming through the screen. A classy criminal. Nice. At least he will be nice and ready for the funeral when I kill him.

'Can you-'

'Already on it, hyung.' He cut Tae off before he even asked him

'Try checking what car he drives. Name it's registered on and that.' Namjoon cut in, having him only nod in return

'Black range rover.' He looked up with a grin. 'Name on the car is...' he started laughing, having Jungkook whack him with the pillow so hard that he nearly fell along with the laptop.

'I will kill you.' Jungkook threatens

'Sorry, sorry. Name on the car is Park Jimin. And address is this very house.'

'As long as I'm not paying for it.' I sigh, honestly not even surprised at this point. I half expected something like this.

'Good thing they're not taunting you.' Yoongi smirks

'A car in your name and a blonde slave girl. They are going for it, huh?' Jin mumbles. 'But what's the point? They know you won't fall for something so stupid. It makes no damn sense.'

My mind kept spinning, thinking of what could it be, and 2 words that Ren screamed at me during his torture rang in my head.

'She's alive.' I mutter, not believing my own words un the slightest

'J-'

'No. That's what Ren said. He told me she's alive. I know she's not, but maybe it's their way of trying to make me believe him, so I run in like an idiot.'