Until We Drown : Vhope

【パート4】

The night before the big day, Hoseok feels tingles all the way from his teeth to the pit of his stomach. He isn't so much nervous as he is anxious, and he knows that a part of him enjoyed the rush of it all anyway.

It was decided that S4 was their main target and that he'd be hunting with the other two, S1 and S3, on the second day of the new week. Hoseok had spent more time memorizing the sharp jawline and beauty mark on S4's nose than he did memorizing backup strategies and formations,
but Namjoon didn't need to know that nor would he ever really find out.

After all, memorizing came easy to Hoseok.
As the night slowly rolls around the next day, Hoseok starts to feel the nerves in his stomach and fidgety fingers. There was a fifty-fifty chance that they wouldn't make it out of this alive, and the thought of possibly dying made him more worried than the plan itself. He had barely accomplished anything in his twenty-one years, not even a single word or imprint left in his wake, and it'd be such a waste to go this soon.

Hoseok has his uniform on, steel wire rolled up in his pocket and other weapons hidden on various parts of his body. He tightens and releases his gloved fist, trying to ease his mind that seemed to be flying at infinite miles per hour. Namjoon and Seokjin are tightening up their shoes
before standing up straight.

Namjoon says, "You guys ready?"
"More than I'll ever be," Seokjin nods assertively.
Hoseok copies his movements, "Let's do this shit."
And Namjoon claps both of them on the shoulder, "Let's go."

*-*-*

They're perched on a five story building, waiting, when the Syloe arrive, quietly in the night like silky silhouettes.

It's hard to spot them, especially since they had no shadows and soundless footsteps, but Hoseok, Namjoon, and Seokjin were experienced enough to spot movement several streets down from where they were seated. Just as Namjoon had observed, they strategically split into different
directions as soon as they arrive, one on the west side, one on the east, and one further north near the high rise buildings.
Their target was the one on the west.
They stand furtively, Namjoon and Seokjin taking the low ground as Hoseok followed along on the rooftops, hidden in shadows and reflected moonlight. He follows the path, making sure to stay hidden from any of the three Syloe and swiftly ducks down as Namjoon and Seokjin squeeze behind a dumpster in the next instant.

S4 is talking to a homeless man in the alleyway a few yards away, squatting in front of him with his upper half leaning in slightly, cunning smile decorating his expression. From what Hoseok can see, he seems to be calmly talking to the man with slight nods every now and then. The only thing
that gives him away is the intense gaze that adorns his face and the twinkle in his eye. The man is
responding to S4's questions casually and cluelessly, maybe a little tipsy, and Hoseok hopes Namjoon gives him the signal before anything happens to the innocent man.

He watches as the Syloe reaches forward to pat the man on his shoulder, laughing open-mouthed
with his teeth barred and fingers tightening their grip on his shoulder, and it's then that Namjoon holds up his hand as a makeshift gun. They lurch forward, and he sees Seokjin pull out his gun and shoot six tranquilizers, two to the chest, one to the neck, and the other three to his legs. It's still not enough, but it gave them an eight minute window to move.The Syloe groans loudly and falls back, cueing the sound for them to start paying attention to their window of time. Hoseok takes this chance to jump down and wrap the steel wire around his middle, making sure to bind his hands and his feet. He throws a black bag over S4's head as he falls unconscious and lights a match. Seokjin throws him the medium sized piece of fabric, and he sets it on fire, fanning out the smoke on the body to mask his scent.