A Price to Pay

Rescue Me

[hong kong's human name will be the english one because its easy to remember for me]

Leon looked around the room. He knew that his older brother had been taken there, but by this time, the government must have moved him somewhere else with thicker walls and higher security. At least, that's what he would have done.

"Where did they take you, Yao?" he asked himself, turning and leaving the room once again. If he wasn't there, then there was no reason for him to stay there and risk getting caught and subjected to the same fate.

Hong Kong put his finger up to the piece in his ear. "Hey Im, He's not here, either."

A voice buzzed through the speaker. "Damn. That's the third place we've tried!" he whined. "What happens if we run out of places to look and he's still not there?"

"Then we go to our backup plan and ask for help."

Leon exited the building with a confident stride. If you looked like you knew what you were doing, people didn't question. Especially in the heart of China. He walked up to the waiting car and climbed into the front passenger seat.

Taiwan sighed, running her hand through her long hair. Thailand was tapping his fingers against the door anxiously. South Korea glanced at him and started driving to their next location. Vietnam was giving them intel from the nations' 'home base', so to speak, with North Korea helping to supply information. He couldn't give much, but he did what he could.

The driving Korean pressed a button on the car's dash, and immediately they heard his twin's voice coming over the speaker. "Yes?"

"Hyung, we need the location and status of the next possible holding area."

"Six miles south of you. It's a plain gray building."

"Sounds overly suspicious..."

"It looks fairly good. You might need your badge, though, Leon."

"Got it."

They disconnected and drove in a relative silence for the rest of the trip. He grabbed a new set of black military gloves, a dark colored military cap, and his official badge. To any regular soldier, or even all the way up to a cadet officer, he would look like a regular Unit Grade, just going about whatever official bussiness he was supposed to be doing. But after that, they would start to notice little things wrong with his uniform; little things that you could only get through earning them, that made them Unit Grade Officers. Things he didn't have access to.

The car stopped and he stepped out, a chorus farewell of "good luck"s from his fellow Asian countries.

He walked up to the building and put his badge up to the scanner to open the door. Hyung was right about needing it, he thought when it beeped and he walked in.

Hong Kong turned the corner, and immediately caught a glimpse of a dark brown ponytail with a small curl sticking out of it, paired with a distinctly annoyed voice that could only belong to one person.

"China..."

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ah, good old marolyn manson. keeps me going even in the middle of the night.