Young Wings

7

Changbin was alone in Chan's old room putting all his belongings in a huge carton box. Although Changbin didn't really want to be there, he just knows he gotta do it anyway. He's been with Chan longer than the others, so when Chan left, Changbin was devastated. Although nobody knows this but Changbin, to him, Chan is everything in 3RACHA— the mad scientist, the leader, the Captain. Chan is Changbin's strong rock, and the day he left, Changbin felt like he's about to crumble down.

Inside Chan's dark and cold room on the second floor of the warehouse, Changbin quietly goes through all his hyung's stuff— together with the unwelcomed memories of from way back 3RACHA up until after the Bank of Asia break-in being recalled in his head— putting them in the box. Changbin just wished he could bottle up the memories as well.

As he was going through Chan's stuff, he saw the two guns he often used. Chan is a master of the pistols; he was so good that he can command two at the same time. As Changbin held the pistols in his hands, he remembered one assignment that really made a strong impression on him, the last 3RACHA break-in before they became a nine-member group.

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"SpearB, come in. J.One to SpearB, freaking come through! Come on, man , give me your stats."

I could hear Jisung but I couldn't say my location and my status; for one I couldn't speak because of the duct tape on my mouth and two, don't have my intercom in my ear. I could hear Jisung through a stereo speaker.

My assignment was to find the boss, make sure he doesn't get close to his own vault in his own mansion— well I guess I did my part pretty well since I was tied on a wooden chair, locked in the middle of a room with at least seven men surrounding me. I kept squirming on the chair believing in some sort of illogical lie that I could free myself. I could hear the men around me laughing at me; mocking me. I could see some coming from the chair that was turned around in front of me. Whoever it was sitting on that damn chair while smoking like a bad ass, he better be the boss, 'cos if not, Jisung and Chan are in really deep shit. I couldn't see him as he was smoking facing the wall, with his chair's back on me. I was still writhing on the chair.

"You're pretty young for a thief, don't you think?" the boss said as she turned her chair to face me. Yes, she. It turns out that the big boss of this mansion is a whole Queen. She stood up and walked to the chair where I was tied, peeling the duct tape off of my face.

"Now be a good boy and tell your friend your status," she was talking so casually like she's my big sister. Now I hate her even more. Big sister.

Just when I was about to speak, she interrupted again with her command. "No codes, no tricks. Understand?"

I nodded, not that I agreed to but I was forced to. I had no choice. Seeing that she had me on her leash, she gave me the intercom to answer the call. "SpearB to J.One." There was just static from the other line. I called again. Honestly I was wishing that they retreated and just left; that way they wouldn't be in danger. This manor is booby-trapped and code 10 dangerous; I learned that the hard way, since I'm hopelessly tied to a chair. I really wished there would be no answer from the other end of the radio.

"Again," the boss commanded me once more, this time firmer; letting me know she's not the type to play games.

I had no choice but to call again. "SpearB to J.One, come in."

When I heard the static again, I was relieved. But that didn't last long, though. After a few static noises, Jisung's voice became clear. "Where the heck are you?" From his deep breaths, I could tell that he's still in his position, on stand-by while on the ceiling, trying to keep himself up. Without my signal he couldn't go down, without my signal they would know that the coast is still unclear.