Chocolate Eyes

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It was a normal, breezy night. People up and about in the streets, busy as always, with the temperature just right, not too cold, not too hot, moderate. And it seems that because of the relaxing atmosphere, the stars showing up and glimmering under the clear night sky, the streets were more crowded than usual, restaurants here and there flooded with customers of variety - families, couples, and some solo. It was a pretty nice and normal night for people living their normal human lives.

The calm waves of the sea, crashing against the rocks sounded extremely relaxing. It was a perfect night to just lay on the sand, listening to the sounds of the sea, gazing up at the beautiful night sky. Three figures were there, up behind the largest rock, looking over at the dim lit dock where a few other people were there, near the boats which stayed still, tied to the dock. It would be a perfect idea to just hop on one of the boats with your friends and just sail around the calm sea.

It was such a normal and peaceful night for everyone, except for those three figures. They were not there to enjoy the beautiful night, and it wasn't peaceful for them at all. They were hiding, peeking through the gaps and cracks of the rock which shielded them, spying over at the men who were obviously doing illegal businesses at the dock. They weren't a mere group of friends who were there to enjoy a calm voyage. They were armed men with tattoos that depicted that of a serpent, each men carrying boxes of unknown stuff that they have unloaded from the boats.

" I can't feel my legs. Why do I have to be the one to do this?"

One of the three figures hissed as he rubbed his legs and thighs in order to wake them. He should stop getting tricked by the others for a round of rock, paper,scissors.The other two just ignored him, not losing focus on the other men as they watched them carefully through their binoculars.

" No sign of him yet?"

Another voice was heard through the walkie-talkie that they had brought along with them.

" No. Not yet. It'll be any moment now."

One of the three with velvet hair replied, his calm and soothing voice collaborating perfectly with the night breeze.

" You said that half an hour ago."

The grumpy guy with sleeping legs, effect from hiding behind the huge rock for at least an hour, retorted at the other male.

" Geez Yoongi hyung, can you stop being a grumpy grandpa and actually focus on our mission?"

The velvet haired shot back, leaving Yoongi to only scoff at his words before he too, picked up his binoculars and followed every step of their targets.

After about another thirty minutes or so, two black limos maneuvered swiftly on the sands and stopped next to the dock. From the way the men abruptly halted their work to stand in a line, showed that they were higher ups who were here to do some business. From one of the two cars, a well structured male, probably around thirty years at most, body clad in a neat suit, stepped out. He hurriedly went to the car behind him, standing near the door, bowing his head as a stout older male, middle aged with a rough appearance, years of experience evidence in the way he held himself, exited through the door. After a few quiet words were exchanged, the two head to the dock and went inside one of the boats where the men had been unloading their boxes.

" They're here Jin hyung. Tap the wires and record their conversations."

The velvet hair spoke into his walkie-talkie, never letting his sight out of the busy men at the docks.

" I'm on it Namjoon. Just wait a minute."

Jin skillfully typed on his computer, different numbers and codes appearing on the screen, too difficult for a normal person to understand, but for a great hacker and someone who is into technologies like Jin, tapping wires was easy peasy.After a minute of more tapping and typing, Jin could finally hack the wires of the cctv that were attached on the boat, it was helpful that technology has improved tremendously over the years and cctvs were placed almost everywhere, hearing every conversation loud and clear and recording them.

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