Marksmen: Ice Cold (COMPLETED)

0 : Prologue

The subtle sound of waves hitting the cliff. A peaceful sound, isn't it? You could lose yourself hearing those beautiful symphony of the sea.

But today is just not someone's day.

The guy covering his friend's shift at the convenience store nearby Han River bobbed his head to the song from his earbuds. Probably some lame-o trot songs, he digs that. His eyes flitted over to the weird yacht at the shore by his path back home.

Nah, probably just some rich snob anchoring it there to show off in the morning. Got loads of that around here, he thought.

The guy then whistled to the song's rhythm as he continue walking back home.

This is the problem with unobservant people. If they would have stayed alerted all the goddamn time, they could have saved a life. But noooooo, they're too busy with their non-existent life to give a crap.

Good Lord, back to the story.

Minjae was slammed to the wall, the impact knocking the wind out of his lungs and his head spinning. But milliseconds after that, a size 16 construction boot hit his jaw, cracking the bone and spewing blood from his mouth. The same boot rammed his abdomen, his torso, his thigh. Draining his life, stealing his breath and jolting torturous pain all over his body.

Shit, he could see the colour of the blood. Wait, it's in his eyes.

"Enough, Bol Daek." A steely voice commanded, and Bol Daek growled at Minjae before stepping away from his mangled mess of broken and bleeding limb. Behind him stood a tall figure, his straight black hair parted to the side and a spectacle was perched on his nose.

The man crouched down and gave Minjae a friendly smile. "Minjae, my old friend. I've seen that my servant here has given you a warm welcome."

Minjae glared up at him. He noticed the steely iciness in his eyes, the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth indicating a smug smirk.

He's as an asshole as he is handsome. Fuck this man.

"Baekhyun, Korea's #1 asshole. Still being a bitch as always." Minjae stated with a straight face, and screamed when Bol Daek wrenched his arms behind his back and brought him to his knees.

"Tsk, tsk. You need to reprimand that salty mouth of yours, that can alight so much burden off your back. People hated a talker, you know. I just need a few information, that's all."

Baekhyun then pulled out a Glock 19 from his coat, tilting his head at the broken man in front of him. And the mad glint in his eyes. Cannot forget the mad glint in his eyes.

"Now, tell me," He pressed the nozzle to the side of Minjae's head, the smile never leaving his face, "where is Sinha's daughter?"

Minjae didn't even flinch when the nozzle dug into the skin of his head. Instead, he laughed, a guffaw full of joy and bliss. One that was a contrast to the grim atmosphere of the room. Maybe Minjae is also going crazy along with his captor.

"You must be pulling my pants," Minjae gasped between his laughs, "to even dream that I will tell you that! Oh my what a good joke!"

The man eyed Minjae with a steely gaze, his pupils shaking.

"Let me tell you what I had been telling you everyday for the past three weeks, as what you would emphasize as my last word -maybe with a small twist today- : I am hella loyal to that woman and there's nothing you can do to squeeze the answer out of me. And here's the best part!"

Minjae grinned. "So piss off, motherfucker." He spat on the man's face, a spray of blood hitting his right cheek and spectacles.

A shot echoed in the small room, and the cold body of the grinning Minjae slumped to his side. "Diminish him."

The steely man stepped out of the room and marched down the hallway. After series of hallways and turns, he entered a small cabin and grabbed a few tissues from his table. Wiping the blood on his face, he glanced at the file on his table, one that was stamped with the red stamp of 'Classified and Confidential'. A picture of a young woman peeked out of the file and the man picked it up.

"Your descendant won't escape my clutch, Sinha. I'll get to her before the Marksmen does."

Up above the ruckus of Seoul's traffic, the silver-haired Marksmen pulled the headphones from his waves and sighed.

"They've neutralized Minjae, hyung."

The man on the line sighed, too. "God bless his soul. Did they got anything?"

"He's a fighter till the end, bringing the secret of the girl to his grave. No, they got nothing."

He chuckled on the other side. "Well, I got something." Several tabs popped on the screen of the laptop on the coffee table. The marksman read the articles in a glance.

"Isn't this-"

"Yep, I've hacked into M.O.N.S.T.E.R secret database and got myself this. And I did a little bit more hacking and got myself a lot more."

A dozen more tabs popped up on the screen. "Sources are really sparse, but they're there if you just look for it, actually. I don't understand why they are so lazy to just prod around-"

"Hoseok-hyung." The marksman sighed. "Can you please just jump to the conclusion? I know information seeking via the net is your speciality, cut the pep talk already."

Hoseok grumbled, the distinct sound of his finger tapping on the keyboard clear on the line.

More tabs and articles popped up on the screen, along with a fuzzy picture of a girl.

"Name, Kang Luna. Living in 69-25 Hangang St. with her guardian, Kang Bae Geun. There's no academic record of her, so she must have been home-schooled. Criminal records clean, medical records -this one is also limited- showed that she's 16, fitting the time frame. Actually," Hoseok stretched from the other side, "I pulled an overnight to hunt for this girl, and all I got is a ghost of her in a picture. I mean, seriously! Who doesn't take selcas nowadays?! This is a scam!"

"This is more than enough, hyung. Thanks." The marksman transferred the picture of the girl into his phone and got up from his seat.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Jimin?"

"Yeah, hyung?"

"According to the intel, she can predict the future so try not to do anything rash with her."

"I know how to handle hostages, hyung." Jimin slipped on his black coat. "I'll get going now. Talk to you later."

Hoseok sighed. "Just be careful."

(='∀｀)

Didn't really know what to write here...

|June of 9th, 2018|