Until We Drown : Vhope

【パート3】

They’re sitting around a table when Namjoon comes walking in, slapping a folder in the middle of it with a heavy sigh, “Two killed and four reported missing. Looks like the Syloe switched game tactics again.”
Seokjin opens the file warily, “Damn. How did they get past last night’s group?”
Namjoon shakes his head and shrugs, “They probably figured out the formation already.”
Hoseok furrows his brows. “How did they already figure out the formation? We change it every three days and the Syloe only come once a week, twice at most,” he comments.
“I don’t know, but it’s the twelfth kidnapped victim since last month,” Namjoon replies.
Seokjin sits back with sigh, “Looks like they've found a way to feed without worrying about getting caught.”
Hoseok takes a look at the file and silence consumes the room, only the sounds of shuffling papers
occupying the quiet space.
It takes exactly five silent minutes later for Namjoon to suggest a plan, simple and straight to the
point, and although risky, it could be the only thing helping to prevent the kidnapping and deaths in their city.

“Let’s capture one of them,” he says.

“That way we can get some questions answered.”
Seokjin rests his elbows on the table. Hoseok had always found a calmness to Seokjin’s movements. “I don't know, Namjoon. That’s pretty risky. The Divenire are already short on
members as is, we can’t just throw them into such a direct mission and expect them to easily capture a Syloe and make it out alive,” Seokjin mutters.

Hoseok leans back in his chair, “Yeah, I agree. We only have three active squads right now, one squad under each of us. If we lose any more Divenire, they'll find out we’re short on people and attack in larger groups. We’re fucked if that happens.”
Namjoon pulls a chair out and sits down, back straight and tense, fingers rubbing circles in his temples. He says, “I understand that. That’s why I think the three of us need to take on this one.”

Hoseok raises an unconvinced brow, “Just us three? You do realize we usually send out squads of at least five each night to take over the shifts, right?”
Namjoon counters, “I get that, but we’re well off with just us three. We’ve done this long enough to understand their patterns.”
“But what if it’s three to five? There’s no way we can take them on,” Seokjin says.
“Just hear me out on this one, will you? Even if they did attack with five, which we know is rare of them to do, our main objective is to capture one, not start a fight. Once we get one, we flee,”

Hoseok shakes his head, “They’ll definitely follow us and try to get their member back. If anything, they’ll be fucking rabid. We can’t trace them back to our base. That’s just an invitation to be attacked.”
Namjoon holds up a finger, “That’s why we need a diversion. While two of us are in the forefront with a dummy, one of us will be in the back with the actual one,” he turns to point at Seokjin. “I say Seokjin and I be the distractions.

When they separate to find someone to feed on, the three of us will follow one of them, capture him, and spread out in different directions. Once the other Syloe members notice, Hoseok will stay low and head back to the base with the Syloe since you’re the fastest and, well, slyest. We’ll figure that path out once we study their patterns more this week. Seokjin and I will lead them to upper Seele where the streets are crowded with people and dump the dummy just on the outskirts of the city. They won’t be  able to advance from there when  there’s so many people around and no plan.”

Hoseok and Seokjin nod at the words slowly. It was dangerous and maybe even a death wish, but it could definitely work with the right amount of preparation. They needed to find a way to stop the increasing kidnappings and deaths one way or another, and this could be it.

Ever since he became a member of the Divenire, a gang of the Syloe species had only just started hunting on their city whereas before, the threat was as serious as any other crime in Seele. Back then, it was definitely nothing to send squads out every night for. He thinks his parents probably had a much easier job than him, and it makes him wonder why they were never there.