Believer 22 || 707 x Reader

F i v e

Once Seven left the room, [Y/N] smirked and wasted no time in tapping on Saeran's contact. Infiltrating the RFA had been too easy.

Believer 22: Phase 1 of mission complete. RFA successfully infiltrated at 19:42 hours.

Disciple 1: Excellent. You surpassed my expectations. Savior will be pleased.

Believer 22: Glad to hear it.

Disciple 1: When do you plan to carry out phase 2?

Believer 22: In about 1 hour.

Disciple 1: Perfect. At this rate we'll have our revenge soon.

Believer 22: That reminds me.

Believer 22: Why exactly do you hate Agent 707?

Disciple 1: That is none of your concern.

Believer 22: Right. Sorry.

Disciple 1: Carry on with your mission.

Believer 22: Yes. Of course. Good night.

[Y/N] sighed and shut off her phone. Soon, Saeran would trust her with that kind of information. She just had to complete this mission and become a Disciple. Soon. She would be a Disciple soon.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the chime of her phone. She immediately checked the screen, thinking Saeran had responded, or that MC had texted, but her face fell at seeing that it was just Yoosung. He'd sent a private text rather than entering the chatroom.

Yoosung ★: Hey, [Y/N]!

Agent 22: Hello, Yoosung.

Yoosung ★: Seven sent a picture of you. I think you're really cute!

Agent 22: Oh. Thank you.

Yoosung ★: I hope I don't seem like a creep for saying so... (O///-///O)

Agent 22: No, it's okay. I don't mind.

Yoosung ★: Oh, okay, good lol. Well, I gtg. LOLOL calls.

Agent 22: What's LOLOL?

Yoosung ★: Only the single most amazing game in existence!!

Agent 22: Oh. Well, have fun.

Yoosung ★: Bye!

Agent 22: See you.

She rolled her eyes. Did 707 seriously have to send everyone a picture of her? [Y/N] threw her hair into a high ponytail and waited patiently for her ticket to Discipleship to text. But what to do in the meantime? She looked around the room. Her eyes paused on one of the bags she'd brought with her: a gray duffel. She cautiously retrieved it from the corner of the room and set it on the bed. She slowly unzipped it to reveal bundles of clothes, nestled together innocently. She held her breath as she removed some of the folded garments. There, sitting atop some of her lingerie, was a semi-automatic handgun much like the one Saeran had used to kill her parents. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands, wondering if she would ever have to use it. She'd never killed anyone, despite the various lessons given at the Mint Eye-- She hadn't yet been in a situation where she had to.

Her phone suddenly began to ring and vibrate, causing her to yelp in surprise. She scrambled to hide the pistol before picking up the phone.

"Rrrrrrrr Rrrrrrrr. Your bank account has been used for a fun prank," said a voice in a heavy faux accent. "Were you aware of this? I must first confirm your cell phone number to verify your identity, so please calmly follow the instructions."