Rescue Me

Yoda

(Chanyeol's Pov)

"Do we really have to have them?" I said to our manager.
"Yes, this is the only way the agency is going to allow you guys to continue the tour or even go to your schedules."
"That's bullshit! I don't need anybody protecting me."
"The decisions final. You know what's been going on with you and the rest of the members recently, we have to keep you guys safe. You won't even notice that they're there."

"They? Are you fucken telling me that there's more than one."
I yelled at my manager, this is bullshit! Ever since we had that stupid incident with a group of sasaeng fans they've been on us. We don't even get to go out alone without some fucken security on our ass. I angrily sat down on the chair and looked at my manager hating him for even agree to this shit. For some fucken reason as if he finally grew some balls my manager looked at me straight in the eyes.

"They were trying to kidnap Lay and Chen, if we weren't there to stop them on time who knows what could of happened." He then sighed and looked at me. "Listen Chanyeol, I can promise you that these guys are nothing like the others. They're a special task unit in the military in America, They aren't going to be right next to you invading your personal space at all, it's like they never were there in the first place."
"Who are they anyways?" I said with a hint of curiosity, I mean hey, if it's going to be as if they're not there might as well get to know who the fuck they are right? My manager looked at me shocked and suddenly opened his drawer pulling out their files. "I'm glad you asked, I actually just received their files today. It's weird though..." "What?" I said as I grabbed the files from his hands and opened them. 

"There's no pictures."

.....

"Oh so you're back."

Suho looked at me as I entered the dorm, I swear the way he acts people are gonna mistake him as our mom. Not that I want a mother who bitches like he does. "Yeah, and? What the fuck do you want?" I said as I walked to the kitchen to get something to drink.
"You know that attitude of yours isn't gonna get you anywhere."
"I care why? Go jack off or something, but leave me the fuck alone." I said as I started walking towards my room. "That's it! Suho yelled as he got up, "I'm sick and tired of you talking like that to me and the rest of our members! Stop thinking you're the shit and grow the fuck up already!" He screamed at me while I ignored him and closed the door to my room.

What the fuck does this shit thinks he is? Just because he's our leader, a leader who can't even protect his members. I swear all his dumbass did was freak out and scream like if that'll help with the situation that we were in, if anything his stupid ass made it worse. What a fucken joke. I jumped on my bed and started thinking about earlier, I mean why only four? They mostly always get six or more bodyguards, but those fuckers never last. These guys are different though, I mean they're soldier's unlike the other ones that were cops or personal guards, these are trained killers. 'Special Ops' was written on each folder and something else, but it was written in English. 'So their not from here? They're from America.' I said as I sat up and laid out the folders in my bed, right away noticing that all four of the folders only had their name, age, and specialty.

"Cobra" Age: 16
- Weaponry Specialist
. 89B : Ammunition Specialist
. 18B : Special Force Weapons
. 18C : Special Force Engineer
. 11B : Infantryman

Woah! 16?
Isn't he a little too young to be doing this shit? That means this guys going to be protecting our ass? Ha! Are you fucken serious? They must be that desperate to hire a little kid. The only thing going for him is that he knows his guns and shit, but other than that I don't want some little kid protecting me. I pushed the next folder closer.

"Phoenix"  Age: 19
- Observational Specialist
. 18E : Special Force Communications
. 38B : Civil Affairs Soecialist
. 35P : Cryptologic Linguists
.35M : Human Intelligences

So that means he's good at hiding himself, then it'll be easy for us to not notice him. Why the fuck are we going to need someone who's good at hiding? What, is he going to hide if we're in a situation? I threw the folder to the side and grabbed another one, he's not even worth my time.

"Apollo"  Age: 20
- Counterintelligence Specialist
. 11X : Infantryman
. 35M : Human Intelligence
. 35L : Counterintelligence Agent
.18F : Special Force intelligence
. 19D : Cavalry Scout

This sounds like the type of guy we need, someone who specializes in fighting. Shit maybe he can give me some pointers, wouldn't be bad to learn more. 'He's 21, he's my age.' I said to myself as I read the folder more throughly, but I kept on thinking in my head that we're not gonna get along. I grabbed the last folder which also was the heaviest since it had a lot more things inside than the others.

"Wolf" Age: 17
COMMANDER
- Narcotics & Tactics Specialist
. 31K : Military K9
. 31B : Military Police
. 35L : FID - Counterinsurgent Agent
. 31D : Criminal Investigation Specialist
. 18D : Special Force Medical

For some weird reason, I got a strange feeling in my chest. 'Commander.' What the fuck? How can a 17 year old be in charge of a Special Force squad? Fuck and I though the 16 year old was off, but never fucken mind. This dude must not give a shit about his life. 'Narcotics, as in drugs?' I said to myself as I was still reading his profile. As I kept on reading more about him my head started getting filled with a bunch of questions.

"Hmm... Wolf."