001 - Traced

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For the first couple of chapters, I have cropped out the faces of the EXO members and I hope my descriptions are good enough for you to guess who they are. I got the idea to do this from @ThatsMyDerp 's story EXO Dating Door <- check that out, it's a fun read.

Please do comment and let me know your guesses. I don't particularly want it to be a secret, but anyways, enjoy^.^

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"What's with the beeping noise?" An annoyed voice called from his seat at the desk. The young man's eyes widened further and he sat, frozen.

"They traced us." He muttered, his voice stiff and low.

"What did you say?" The owner of the first voice, with eyes alert and sharp cheeks sucked in frustration, asked him to repeat.

"I said, they've managed to trace us!" The wide eyed young men pushed his chair away from his huge desk, filled with several large monitors, with severe force. A third youth paced into the room, his index and middle fingers tapping his lip rapidly as he attempted to maintain his nerve, to regain control over the situation.

"But that's impossible. None of my firewalls have been broken. They're impenetrable." He reported.

"No. No, they wouldn't need to break into our systems to find us." The first young man dragged his eyes away from the monitor which showed the CCTV cameras they had placed around their hideout. There were multiple uniformed officers approaching from several sides of the street. The wide eyed young man licked his lips, realising what his elder had said.

       "You're right. All they would need to do is predict where we would aim for ultimately. After they couldn't trace us directly, I guess they put their effort into finding us at our last stop."

He glanced at the others, one of whom had stopped tapping his lips but had fully placed his fingers inside his mouth, deep in thought.

"You were right. We should have taken on the virus job instead of government HQ. At least that way, we would have put them off our trail, even if it was for a little while enough for us to figure they'd caught up to us." He acknowledged, removing his fingers from his mouth and sending the sharp cheeked male an apologetic glance.

"Nevermind that. We're surrounded. They must have sent more patrol officers here when they got hold of our signal. What do we do?" The long lashed male dismissed him quickly.

Both he and the wide eyed young man turned to look at the eldest of their trio, who seemed to be hosting an intense debate within himself. Having come to a decision, he removed his fingers from his mouth and unclenched his fist.

"We give in."

"What?" The other two couldn't quite comprehend what he had just said. The eldest turned to his own monitor-filled desk and began rummaging.

"What did you say, and what are you doing?" The sharp cheeked young man stood behind him, looking over his shoulder as the youngest kept his eyes nailed to the CCTV monitor. It would only be a matter of minutes before their hideout would be completely blasted open by the police.

"Listen. We are possibly three of the best hackers in this country. The details that we have been able to get for ourselves and our clients has given us enough of a power rep that we are probably now considered a national threat." The eldest didn't stop shuffling his papers and folders around as he explained.

"However, as much of a threat as we are, we can still be of use. Since the South is still on edgy terms with the North, if we get caught, we'll most likely be rehabilitated so that we can work on finding out of any plans that the North has for the South and even for other countries that plan on doing something- good or bad- over here." He reached out with his delicately slim fingers and finally managed to find what he had been searching for.

"So what you're saying is that if we get caught, we will have closer access to all the documents and information that we've been looking for this whole time?" The wide eyed youth asked, eyes not leaving the monitor once. The brunet nodded.

"And we may also be able to shift the power balance in our favour. Here. Take this. You too." He planted an item in the sharp cheeked young man's hands and tossed the other to the youngest, who caught it and gave him a questioning look as he picked up a third of the same item.

"I've been working on those for a while. Wanted to give them to you for Christmas, but who knows if we'll even be able to celebrate that with our current situation?" The eldest smiled ruefully. They all turned when the sound of many, many footsteps began thundering beneath them. They're already inside.

"Shove those in your underwear. If they pat you down and feel the bump, they'll just think it's your dick. And metal detectors won't find those, they're encased in plastic putty." He instructed, orders that they immediately followed as he did so himself.

"Why are you talking like this is the last time we're going to see you?" The young man with long eyelashes asked quietly, suddenly feeling frightened. The footsteps were fast approaching their door.

"All that stuff I said about being rehabilitated? I meant that for you. I'm the one that got you both into this lifestlye, and the things I did before I met you and the things I did behind the scenes whilst we were together are bound to get me into way deeper crap than you guys. Who knows? Maybe I'll be sent to North Korea and be shot by an impatient commander."

He let out a short breath of laughter just as the door was shattered open and the room began to fill with armed, then uniformed officers. As he was grabbed, the eldest sent a quick, cheerful peace sign to his younger colleagues before his hands were pinned to his back and he was tasered and dragged out. The last thing he fully remembered before losing all hold on his senses was his little camel of a friend, shouting,

"Yah! You dumbass! Who has time to make jokes about Doctor Stranger? You better not die, do you hear me? We need you, so don't you dare let anyone kill you. I swear down, if you die I won't forgive you!" And the youngest crying out his name frantically as the two of them also, were cuffed and tasered into submission.

Allowing the lids of his eyes to fall over his retina, the eldest grinned, and although his sense of hearing had been temporarily ripped away, he knew what he said before he drowned in numbness.

Keep going. You know what you're doing. You always did. You always do.

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