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Chapter 14: Mask

"An anonymous tip to our news agency has revealed a unit operating under V.I.R.T.U.R.E purposely hidden from the public." Switching on the large projector at the front of the conference room, everyone adverts their attention from the door the director just walked out of. Under strict order, no one was allowed to follow in his footsteps. His exact words being for 'the assigned team to head to a training deck' and for everyone else to 'stay put.' But no one dared to stand up. The room was silent as everyone was trying to recover from the site of the director hastily making his way out of the room. 

Curiosity got the best of the operatives trapped inside the conference room. Majority of the operatives soon ran to the glass window, in hopes of getting answers...only to be met with a massive crowd of citizens now stationed outside the front of V.I.R.T.U.R.E.

Someone was quick to switch the news channel on. 

"A unit is rumoured to be harbouring weapons from our enemies dimension. Why would V.I.R.T.U.E hide this from us? How can we~" The stream was hastily turned off by someone who you could not recognise. He was tall but skinny. His eyes were a generic hazel brown colour but held a sense of authority and intellect. His face reflected disappointment as he panned his gaze over the operatives desperately searching for answers.

"Let's obey the wishes of the director." His voice was as smooth and strong. 

"And who are you to tell us what to do?" An operative spoke up, earning a lot of head turns and a few hums of agreement. 

"Who I am does not matter, what matters is following orders." Tilting his head challenging at the operative that had spoken up, the male raised a brow. "But if you must know my name is Kim Namjoon wielder of Charity."

And with one sentence, Namjoon had shut the operative up. The male gulped before jumping up from his seat and leaving with many others following after him. 

Namjoon, that was the Virtue Taeyong mentioned. Turning around to meet with Taeyong's motionless figure, you lightly gestured for him to move. It took a few seconds before he fully processed what you had tried to say but none the less, the two of you headed your way down to the locker rooms.

"So that's him?" You say after checking the two of you were a good distance away from the conference room. 

"Yeah, though, he isn't usually that scary." Taeyong chuckled, his hand scratching the nape of his neck nervously.

"Figures." Arriving at the front of the champion locker area, you open your's and grabbed the pair of worn out gloves sitting on the top shelf. 

'Look at her hands, they are littered with blisters' 

Pulling the fingerless glove over your left hand, you drew your hands into a fist and rotated your wrist to test out the tightness of the glove. They were old and littered with small tears created by the countless time you used them. The leather which used to act as a grip was no more, the smooth texture of the fabric had now worn out completely.