The clock struck three on the dot. Jimin got up and took a slow, deep breath. The rain had stopped sometime during the night.
Until a short while ago, he hadn’t been able to stop his fingers from trembling, but now, a strange calmness had settled over his body and mind. It wasn’t so much because his resolve had strengthened, but probably more because he had gotten acclimated to being scared and it had numbed his emotions. Humans could be pretty resilient, as he was finding out now.
Jimin knocked on the door from the inside, and Ricky immediately peered in.
“What’s the matter?”
“—I’m not feeling too well in my stomach,” Jimin said, trying to sound as pained as possible. “I need to go to the bathroom. Will you take my cuffs off?”
Ricky looked annoyed as he came into the room and unlocked the cuff on Jimin’s right hand.
“Food poisoning?”
“I’m not sure… ugh, it’s never hurt this bad,” Jimin grumbled as he staggered toward the bathroom and opened the door. Instead of sitting on the toilet, he bent over the sink. He twisted the faucet and let the water run as he pretended to vomit violently.
“Hey, you alright?”
Ricky, unable to stand by and do nothing, came inside the bathroom. Jimin glanced at him from under his armpit and spotted the barrel of Ricky’s machine gun. If he could grab the gun and body-check Ricky—
The moment Jimin was about to put his plan into action, a gunshot rang out somewhere.
“What was that…?”
Ricky spun around and opened the door to peer outside. The gunshots continued.
“Hey, Brian! What the hell is going on?”
“No idea! I’ll go take a look. You wake up the other guys!”
Ricky turned back at Jimin. “Don’t step a foot outside this room, understand?” he roared. “If it’s an enemy attack, they’ll kill you, too. Stay here if you value your life. —But in the unlikely event that I don’t come back, you have to escape from this camp on your own.”
“What do you mean?”
Ricky hastily broke into a run and left without answering Jimin’s question. Jimin had no idea about the enemy, whether they were anti-government guerillas or some other group, but he couldn’t ask for a better opportunity.
He cracked the door open to peek into the hallway, and saw a long line of men heading out, armed with rifles and machine guns. After a while, the hallway went quiet. A battle had broken out somewhere, and the gunshots became louder and more frequent.
Jimin ran down the deserted hallway to Corvus’ room. He paused in front of the door, trying to sense what was going on inside, but he was unable to tell whether Corvus was in there or not. There was no point sitting and waiting. Jimin flung open the door in one decisive move, and burst into the room.
Corvus was there. He was dressed in camouflage and calmly packing spare magazines into the ammo bag attached to his hip.
Corvus’ behavior was no different than usual, smiling at Jimin when he caught sight of him.
“Oh? Did Ricky leave you to fight?” He appeared completely unfazed by the sudden ambush. In fact, he was so calm, it was unsettling.
Corvus removed Jimin’s cuffs and handed him body armour.
“Jimin, put this on.”
“There’s only one. What about you?”
“I’ll be fine. I’m wearing a bulletproof vest underneath my clothes. Hurry up, the enemy is coming.”
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Jimin Lennix, a former DEA investigator was arrested by a false accusation of killing his own partner. The FBI agents gave him a special deal, to look for a particular criminal hiding in the same prison. By the time he was detained in th...
