Black Market {Kaisoo}

Part 1 Chapter: 1

Name: Do Kyungsoo
Street Name: D.O. or Owl
Age: 22
Leader: Baekhyun
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat, quick getaways, guns, being a smart ass

Name: Byun Baekhyun
Street Name: B
Age: 23
Leader: Himself
Skills: Sales, secretive, deception, shooting

Name: Park Chanyeol
Street Name: C or Gun
Age: 22
Leader: Baekhyun
Skills: Guns, fighting, dealing, production, overseas management

Name: Oh Sehun
Street Name: S
Age: 21
Leader: Baekhyun
Skills: Distractions, disguises, production, shooting

Name: Kim Jongdae
Street Name: Chen
Age: 23
Leader: Baekhyun
Skills: Weapons, transportation, parties

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Name: Kim Junmyeon
Street Name: Suho
Age: 24
Group: X
Leader: Himself
Skills: Sales, management, overseas communication

Name: Kim Minseok
Street Name: Xiumin or Kitty
Age: 25
Group: X
Leader: Suho
Skills: Distractions, spikes, traps, lures

Name: Huang Zitao
Street Name: Tao or Z
Age: 22
Group: X
Leader: Suho
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat, production, shooting

Name: Wu Yifan
Street Name: Kris
Age: 24
Group: X
Leader: Suho
Skills: Combat, shooting, parties, production

Name: Zhang Yixing
Street Name: Lay
Age: 24
Group: X
Leader: Suho
Skills: Distraction, lying, disguises, selling

Name: Luhan
Street Name: L or Deer
Age: 25
Group: X (left the east group a few months ago)
Leader: Suho
Skills: Distractions, lying, dealing

Name: Kim Jongin
Street Name: Kai
Age: Undetermined
Group: Undetermined
Leader: None
Skills: All, yet is best known for quick, violent kills and deadly deception

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Base: (B's Apartment)
10-14-15
10:47 PM
"Fucking asshole." I can hear Baekhyun mutter as I stumble in to the basement of his completely trashed double level apartment. It was the bottom level and he technically wasn't supposed to be able to get in to the basement of the complex but once he figured out it existed, he and his 'friends' pried open the door. This is where the entire production is held. You see, I just distribute, I don't do any of the other stuff...yet.

"It's okay babe I sent out some guys to look for him," the smell of cigarettes and chemicals was always overwhelming when you came down the last 5 steps of the ladder. The entire place was full of powerstrips, cords, measuring utensils, plastic wrap, gloves and pretty much anything else you would expect to find in an underground drug lab.

"I want every piece of him gone," the voice that Baek produces as he speaks to his boyfriend sends shivers down my spine.

"Anything for you," I can now see Baek laying across a plastic table, legs neatly crossed as Chanyeol leans over to kiss him, a large gun poking out of the waistband of his jeans as he pulls away.

"Oh look it's Mr. D.O. I have been hearing your sales have been pretty damn good lately, my friend." Baek's face is sunken and his hair is ruffled, smudges of makeup and ashes covering his once pale, healthy face.

I slowly hand my gun over to Chanyeol as he spins it on his finger, leaning back against the table where his boyfriend was.

"The son of a bitch only gave me 3/4 at first but I got even more out of him in the end." My hand slams the money down on the table as I lick my lips in response to the way it smells when the air meets my nose. As much as I hated this job, that always seemed to curve my opinion right at the last second.