I love you, 바보...

Mission

Zain
I received a mission to locate and retrieve the daughter of a wealthy industrial manager from further north. Ms Edwards. My sheaf of papers included a surveillance shot of her. Even in the grainy, out of focus image, she's at least attractive. This one's a helluva catch. If we can out do the potential security around her. Originally it was for Hookie and a few of his people, but Kimmy's still unwell and so I'm going up instead, with my subordinates. Now Kimmy's not the clingy type, but I see what love and affection does to Hookie and it's not pretty. She's just been out of operation for tonsil issues among other things, and it's nothing major, but apparently Hookie needs to be there to nurse her. Ha, Dong Hoon, being thoughtful. Of all the descriptive words in the English language, and I manage to say he's thoughtful. I love my little tiger dearly, she's off to university today because she's smart. But I would only nurse her if she was out from a serious operation (which means NOT a tonsil operation) or really hurt in a fight. I can handle that. My sisters would take care of her if it was minor. That girl doesn't know a thing about first aid, it's ridiculous. People close to her would have a lot to handle, if they'd even make the move first.

I jump into the back seat of Will's car, his younger brother was taking the front while he drove. My parents, they don't think much of what I'm doing when I'm out of the house for most of the day and not back home until late at night, usually after dinner. "Who's the pooper we have to catch?"
"Fit bird by the name of Perrie," I mutter. "Get us to Tyneside, will ya?"
"Aye-aye, Can't Drive. G-Piss, punk." Jake slaps the flat piece of technology into Will's palm.
"Hey, get on with it, boys." I might not be able to drive, but I'm the boss here.
"Zeddy... did ya just say she's fit?"
"From the looks of it, hell yeah. No killin' a'right boys? The guards can go, but she's staying alive. And no rapin', we don't need any more in jail, or worse, court."
"I'm too young anyway."
"How old are you?"
"15."
"Well then you could get her in jail and we won't get the dosh we need. Of course, that's if it's not a count of rape on you."
"Zain, are we gonna torture 'er?"
"Don't know. Up to James. But knowing him, probably not. Who knows? He might surprise us some day."
"Well he sent tiger girl to uni," Will snorts derisively.
"Don't go around insulting what you don't have. We need that more than strong eggheads like-WATCH THE ROAD!"
"What, are we gonna make me go deaf now?"
"Unless you'd rather with a ticket or headless, I suggest you stop being smart mou- WATCH THE BLOODY ROAD! Last time I checked, I didn't sign up to a suicide mission!"
"Just hang in there for a minute," Jake reassures me. "The way we're going, we'll get there in no time at all."
"That really worries me."

So I suppose this must be it. We're here. I get Will to park a few streets away from the address we were given. Her father's an important man, and we're capturing her for protection purposes as we know she's maltreated if not abused; also could function as extortion. And then when he pays the money to have the girl back, she will refuse, and it's not our problem then. She's not spoilt, but, as far as we know, her older brother is. Funny to see this happening in a white chap's household. We're hoping that the disappearance of Perrie will strike enough fear to easily yield us the amount of money we want. I don't want to make any more trips by this driver.

I whip out thumb cuffs, a length of rope and a black pillowslip double reinforced at the eye area. She doesn't need to see anything or anyone. I open the rear door to the curb and pull off first my trainers then my socks. The brothers watch me dazed. "I'm expecting she'll scream," I explain. "As anyone in their right mind would, you'd hope." I lead on to her house and we prepare to ambush, then nothing more than a slender hand and outstretched finger hit the door bell. An older woman, probably her mother or the house maid, answers the door. "I'm here to pick up Perrie, going out with a few friends," I say as smoothly as I can. I don't try to reproduce the accent. "New kid around here, the name's Jack," I say with a slight bow. It's a common name, surely there's a new kid named Jack around here. She calls for Perrie, and then disappears. Not even a second glance to make sure she's alright. Not a single "be safe" or "have fun". She turns to face me for the first time, and I quickly grab her by the wrist, pulling her out the door and stuffing my socks in her mouth before she can question anything when Will springs with the pillowslip. I kick her behind the knees to force her over, then carry her. She's not my idea of light, but for a wealthy girl, she's probably just that. She kicks and thumps me a bit, but then goes quiet when Will quietly threatens her.

I tell her to spit out my socks while still blindfolded. "Who are you?"
"I don't think that matters much, Miss Edwards. We're tryna get money from your dad's company."
"I see what we're onto now."
"Zeddy, you don't plan on... fraternising with her... do you?"
"Shut up and drive."
"You're from... Leeds?" It's Bradford, kid. We say nothing.

"Look who's back!" Hookie shouts. "You're early, ah."
"She's easy. Lighter than I thought. Not a bad surprise, you know."
"Rice for breakfast, rice for lunch, rice for dinner!" He's at it again. Every time we bring back a white fella he says that and it usually terrifies them. They probably think they'll be asked to use chopsticks to eat Basmati rice or something. This girl however, didn't seem fazed by the idea. Either she can control it, or she can use chopsticks. We semi-torture them by giving them the flat, thin chopsticks the Koreans use, something even Tiger finds difficult to use. And she's proficient with chopsticks.

James
I drop Tiger off just 2 streets away from the main building. She should blend in as much as she can, find a few friends to begin with. It wouldn't do her much good to drive all the way in and appear, me being all menacing with my tattoos. Who knows, there might be gang-affiliated students here, and they might try and attack her. But really, the odds of a lion winning in a fight over a tiger, not our Tiger, an actual tiger, aren't high. Now our Tiger may as well be an MMA fighter. She can defend herself.

Just got a message. It's from Hookie. Package arrived early! Must mean Zeddy's back from the abduction mission I charged him with. "Hey TJ," I call to her.
"Yeah?"
"I need to go, Hookie texted me, Zeddy Freddy's back. Text me when you're settled in, alright?"
"Yep, will do."

Jamie
First thing we do is file in to the auditorium. Everyone's already beginning to know each other and are now introducing each other to more people. Soon enough, we'll all know each other. There's almost two hundred of us, by the end of 3 years I'll have had enough of them. By the end of 3 years, I'll be brainy enough to walk into a court room wearing nothing more than a borrowed suit, my plain black Harry Potter robes and a scratchy wig to earn money.

James
Ah, she's all grown up. I remember when she first turned up tagging along with Zeddy, she was extremely defensive about her gender and our limitations placed on them. Now with all due respect to women, they simply can't do some of the things we men can do. We are, quite simply put, more physically adept at the sort of things required in a gang. We're the bash and whackers. They're the brains behind the tactical aspect. Now I know there's Kimmy as well, and there's no way that I can refute the idea they're both extremely physically well off and I will not. But some things, they're chaps-only. Do I want to risk constant attacks because we have girls on our defence team and everyone knows? No. No one actually knows we have girl fighters (who by the way, are part of our surprise mechanism). Now, we're down to one and she's still stuck in bed. As for attacking, well, yes they're fast and that's important, but simply no match for their defenders.