A Bullet to the Heart, ₗₑₑ Fₑₗᵢₓ

4.

⇝ ⇝ ⇝ I was up and back at it again at 7 am. Despite my best efforts to stay energized, I found myself constantly plagued by a persistent sense of weariness. The fatigue seemed to weigh heavily on me, making even the simplest tasks feel like monumental challenges. It was as if every day was an uphill battle, and I was constantly fighting to keep my eyes open. Despite my best efforts to shake off the exhaustion, it seemed to linger on, constantly dragging me down.

I had a knock on my door the minute it turned 7:30 am. I was already ready - bulletproof vest on over my black uniform. Harnesses and belts to carry overflowing amounts of firearms and weapons. Developed to fit different parts of my body to help manage and store all of my weapons. It was then my job to remember where I put each firearm for easy access to them if needed.

Over 10 years carrying weapons on my person, it was muscle memory to know which gun was where. 

"Steeleye, I must apologise for my lack of professional attitude last night..." The man said, his name still unknown to me.

I huffed in response, his lack of professionalism was astounding but also I expected it from at least someone. Government goons are never as they say - high and sophisticated and good at their jobs. Some of them were ordinary people with no passion for saving lives, some are greedy for power and money. I ignored him, I hoped he took into consideration that I wasn't working for him, I was working with him and I would do things my way if he were to continue acting like a kid.

"Anyway, I'll introduce you to the victims of the cyber attacks and threats today..." He announced as he walked out of my new apartment and into the hallway of the building.

"Yes sir," I responded.

I followed him from my building and I got a good sweep of the street I was based on since I didn't get a good look last night. I noticed all the buildings were of similar height on this street and that a lot of them seemed to be apartments. It wasn't ideal. Snipers can be positioned anywhere if they get into those apartments and it would be harder to navigate them. I noticed a few shops made up the ground floor of some of these buildings. It would do me wise to try and get familiar with the people and shops.

I got into a black van sitting politely in the street, aiming to drive us to wherever I needed to be.

"When we arrive there, you'll be greeted by the man who paid us for the protection of his artists. It's the CEO, he speaks English so no need to worry,"

"Understood," I said, as I watched and tried to memorise the route we were going in case I needed to. I noticed most of the back streets in Korea looked similar, the main roads were easy to pinpoint.

I knew who we were going to meet. The CEO had come up in the information booklet when I was flying to Korea. Park Jin-Young has quite the Wikipedia about him. Reading through it was crazy - I found it crazy how so much information about one person was just sitting idly on the internet for anyone to read. It was the same for these young men who performed music. If someone searched my real name, nothing would come up, and that's the way I liked it.

As we pulled up to the towering building, I couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming stress wash over me. The sheer size of the structure was enough to make my mind run in ways it shouldn't. So many floors to map out and exits to memorise, rooms to look at, and windows to calculate. Even the surrounding buildings to memorise and figure out. I appreciated that my boss thought I could do this alone but it was a lot.

I followed the goon inside. I decided to not do the memorising now since I had a job to meet the members first but in my spare time when their doing performances or practising, I would come down and do my mapping of the building. We walked past the reception area, not that there was much of one. A single desk with a woman sitting there, not to mention there was one security guard.