The desperation had reached a fever pitch. It had been days since Seol had been taken, and every hour that passed felt like an eternity. My eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and my hands trembled with a combination of rage and worry. The team around me was doing their best, but it never felt like enough.
"WE NEED TO FIND HER, NOW!" I shouted, my voice raw from days of yelling. The office was filled with a low hum of computers and the murmur of agents working tirelessly to track down any leads.
"Agent 023, you need to rest," One of the senior agents, Code Name Falcon, advised, his tone firm yet sympathetic.
I shook my head violently. "Rest? How can I rest when she's out there, suffering?"
Falcon exchanged word glances with the others. They all knew the bond Seol, Agent 002, and I had formed, even if it was unspoken. "We're doing everything we can," he assured me.
But it wasn't enough. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts - memories of Seol's bright smile, her laugh the way she had always been there for me. The idea of her in pain was unbearable. I paced the room like a caged animal. Every second that ticked by was another second she was in danger.
"Anything from our informants?" I barked, my voice breaking through the tense silence.
"Not yet," Code Name Raven responded, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she searched through the latest intel. "But we're close. We have to be."
I leaned over her shoulder, scanning the data with wild eyes. Every lead, every scrap of information was scrutinized. My stomach churned with a toxic mix of fear and anger. The thought of food or rest was impossible; My mind was consumed with finding Seol.
"We've got something!" Raven exclaimed, her voice cutting through the oppressive gloom. "A warehouse here. High probability it's the location," She said, pointing on the map.
My heart pounded in my chest. "Let's move," I ordered, grabbing my gear without hesitation.
The drive to the warehouse was a blur of tense silence and suppressed dread. Every bump of turbulence felt like a jolt to my already frayed nerves as they stopped and made our way to the warehouse. My heart was in my throat. I couldn't shake the image of Seol, broken and in pain.
We approached the warehouse cautiously, weapons at the ready. The place is eerily quiet, and my anxiety spiked. "Stay alert," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath.
We burst through the doors, moving information ready for anything, but the warehouse was empty, save for a few scattered crates. My heart sank. "It's a trap," I realized, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.
"We've been set up," Falcon growled, kicking a nearby crate and frustration.
But then, amidst the disappointment, we heard it - a faint, pained groan from a corner. My blood ran cold. "SEOL!" I shouted, rushing towards the sound.
She was barely conscious and her body was limp, tied to her chair, her body a canvas of bruises, cuts, and different type of wounds. The sight of her like that, so vulnerable and broken, tore at my heart. Tears streamed down my face as I knelt beside her, unsure of how to help without causing more pain.
"Seol, it's me," I whispered, my voice shaking. "You're safe now. I'm here."
Her eyes fluttered open, a weak smile crossing her lips. "Sunghoon..." she managed, her voice barely a whisper before she slipped back into unconsciousness.
"GET THE MEDICS!" I shouted, my voice craking with emotion. As the team rushed to bring the medical services in, I stayed by her side, holding her hand gently.
The medics worked quickly, their faces grim as they assessed her injuries. I watched helplessly, my heart breaking at the sight of her bloodied and battered form. My eyes had become puffy from the continuous crying, my voice hoarse and my mind a mess.
"We need to get her to the hospital, now!" one of them ordered, and I nodded numbly.
As they loaded Seol onto a stretcher and rushed her out, a cold, furious determination settled over me. I stood, my hands curling into fists. The enemy organization had done this, and they would pay. My vision blurred with rage as I barked out orders.
"Find them," I growled to the other agents. "And when you do, tell them I'm coming for them."
I was breathing heavily, not from crying too much, but out of pure rage. I was seething, my body trembling as I tried to contain my anger.
I grabbed my gear and stormed out, blinded by fury. The enemy had made a grave mistake, and I was going to make sure they knew it.
I followed the medics closely as they rushed Seol to the hospital. The ride was agonizingly slow, every second stretching into an eternity. My heart ached with the fear of losing her, the guilt of not finding her sooner. As we arrived at the hospital, I watched helplessly as the doctors took over, their faces set in grim determination.
"She'll be okay," Falcon said, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Agent 002 is strong."
I nodded, but the words felt hollow. The sight of Seol so vulnerable and hurt haunted me. I couldn't rest until I knew she was safe, until I knew she would recover. But even then, the rage inside me burned brightly. The enemy had made this personal and they would pay.
As the doctors worked to save her, I turned my attention to the mission. We had to find the enemy organization to stop them before they could hurt anyone else. The adrenaline coursed through my veins, sharpening my focus. This was not over. Not by a long shot.
The hours ticked by, each one a testament to my growing desperation. I paced the hospital walls, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The rest of the team worked tirelessly to track down the enemy, but the leads were scarce. Every dead end felt like a punch to the gut.
"Agent 023," Falcon called, his voice pulling me from my thoughts. "We have a location."
My heart leaped into my throat. "Let's go," I said, gritting my teeth. The time for waiting was over. It was time to fight back.
The intel led us to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. We moved in swiftly, weapons drawn, ready for anything. The place was eerily quiet, the air thick with tension.
"Stay sharp," I whispered, leading the team. Inside the factory was a maze of dark corridors and empty rooms, each one a potential trap. My senses were on high alert, every sound making my heart race.
As we moved deeper into the factory, the tension grew. My mind was focused on one thing: finding the people who had hurt Seol. The anger inside me was a fierce burning thing, driving me forward.
"There," Raven whispered, pointing to a door at the end of the wall. We moved in, ready to face whatever awaited us.
The room was empty, save for a single figure standing in the shadows. The leader of the enemy organization, the one responsible for all of this. My grip tightened on my weapon as I stepped forward, my voice low and dangerous.
"You're going to pay for what you did," I growled, my eyes locked on him.
He smirked, a cold, calculating look in his eyes. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance.
The battle that followed was intense, a blur of movement and sound. My focus was unwavering, every strike fueled by the rage inside me. This was for her, for the pain they had caused her.
As the enemy leader fell, A sense of grim satisfaction washed over me. This was only the beginning. We had won this battle, but the war was far from over. I would protect Seol, no matter the cost.
Back at the hospital, I sat by her side watching her sleep. The doctors had assured me she would recover. But the sight of her, so fragile and hurt, was a constant reminder of what we had lost.
"I promise," I whispered, taking her hand in mine. "I won't let them hurt you again.
