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Five hours earlier, Yoongi has just left the med bay.

Yoongi sighs as he stomps his way down halls and doors. His presence makes people part for him, fearful of the fierce aura the man exerts. Yoongi finally arrives at the front door uninterrupted and steps out, pausing to take in a deep breath. He closes his eyes and ponders whether his decision to tell Jungkook was the right one or not. Surely, he will tell his father.

Yoongi opens his eyes.

If they're going to come for me, might as well brush up on my skills. He stretches his neck, sighing at the satisfying crack, and cracks his knuckles.

"Time to find Jimin."

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"What the hell, man!" yells Jimin, though the sounds are muffled.

Jimin is laying on his bed, face in his pillow after having screamed and flipped over in his bed. Yoongi stands to the right of his bed, in front of a secret storage room disguised by Jimin's wall, a shocked expression on his face and an AK-47 held in his hands. Smoke pours out of the gun's barrel, a bullet casing lies on the floor, and a small black hole stands in the wall above Jimin's head.

Yes, Yoongi had just shot a gun indoors.

At Jimin.

While he was sleeping.

Despite it being 2:37 in the afternoon.

What? The man needs his beauty sleep!

"Uhm... hi?" responds Yoongi with a nervous smile. Jimin peeks at him from his bed, sending him a sleepy glare. Yoongi lets out a small chuckle as Jimin groans and gets up to inspect the hole in his wall.

"You asshole."

"Good to see you, too."

"Oh shush, you. It's been, like, eight days of Hell for me. Where the hell did you go? You didn't even text me! I had to - shit, that's a deep hole. It's gonna be Hell to fix and explain - cover for you at work!" Jimin whips around to face Yoongi.

"Seriously, man, what the hell?" He flops back down onto his bed.

"Well..." Yoongi lets out a dry chuckle. "I... mayormaynothavebeenkidnappedbyEXOandtorturedandthenbeenpickedupbyJungkookorsomethingandspentthelastweekunconsciousintheirmedbay." Jimin's eyes are wide.

"Wut? Bro, slow down, you're talking like you're a cat being chased by a dog and are rushing to tell me something."

"Uhh, interesting simile? And, uhh, I may or may not have been kidnapped by EXO and tortured and then been picked up by Jungkook or something and spent the last week unconscious in their med bay?" Jimin shrugs.

"Ok."

"Okay?"

"Yeah. Ok."

"Ok."

"Ok."

"Oooooookay?"

"Yeah man. Still confused about the texting, though." Yoongi perks up at this.

"Right! On my way here, I stopped by at my apartment." He takes out a Ziplock bag from his coat pocket. In the bag are millions of microscopic pieces of metal and two larger pieces that seem to have been all one big object at some point. "This is all that's left of my phone." Jimin grabs his glasses from his bedside table and narrows his eyes as he looks at the bag in Yoongi's hand. He sighs after a few moments.

"Come with me." Yoongi nods and follows Jimin down to his basement. The basement is small, barely large enough to contain the large heaters, water tanks, and other essential household maintenance machines that stand in it. The two squeeze behind one of the water tanks where a small almost undetectable keypad stands. Jimin punches in the numbers, 6132, and the keypad moves off to the side, another taking its place. This one containing letters. He inputs "Jiminie Loves Tteokbokki" which raises one of Yoongi's eyebrows.

"What? Tteokbokki is awesome!"

"Jjangjjangmyeon is better."

"Fight me, bitch." Yoongi laughs and shakes his head. The two turn back to the keypad to see that the second one had also moved, one last keypad appearing with both letters and numbers. This time, Jimin inputs "3 Minutes and 33 seconds." Again, Yoongi raises and eyebrow at which Jimin shrugs.

"I don't understand why it has to be the Devil hour. Why not just, like, the Devil second? Or the Devil minute?" Jimin sighs and shakes his head. "I just don't understand." Yoongi smiles fondly at his friend's antics.

As the last letter is punched in, the side of the water tank the two are facing pops out and slides off to the side, a transportation capsule replacing the space where water would be held. The two step in and the door slides in place behind them, three beeps sounding before the capsule is whisked away, down into the earth and to Jimin's basement.

See, every mercenary, contract killer, gang, mafia, etc., needs a field guy, a hacker, an engineer, a medic, and a genius. In Buleugi, Jungkook and Seokjin are the field guys, Namjoon is the hacker and genius, Taehyung's the engineer, and Hoseok's the medic. For Agust D and Chimmy, they're both their own medics and hackers, Agust D's the field guy, and Chimmy's the genius and engineer.

As the capsule comes to a halt, the door slides open and the two step out. Their hair is disheveled and they both hasten to pat it down. Yoongi looks around the room.

The room is large and spacious. On one wall, guns of every make and caliber line the walls. Hanging on the wall opposite the guns are blades of every size, shape, and sharpness, be it a dagger, knife, katana, sword, or any other. On the wall Jimin and Yoongi stepped out of contains a multitude of grenades and explosives. In the middle of the room stands a wall only about three meters long. Along the wall on both sides are mannequins wearing a variety of artillery belts, vests, and bulletproof vests. Beyond the mannequins, on the only uncovered wall, stand five doors. Through the first, another large room holds two long desks, each with matching chairs facing a different wall and not-yet-released monitors and technology. All crafted by Jimin, the resident genius, of course.

The next room over seems to be a laboratory of some sort, where the best materials and tools line the walls, prototypes for explosives and other equipment lining another.

The door to the far right leads to a bedroom of sorts, where two plain beds stand. It's where the duo would sleep if they ever decided to spend a late night in the basement.

The room directly next to the bedroom is a med bay. Inside are two stretchers and bottles upon bottles of different kinds of painkillers, disinfectants, and medicines. A few shelves hold rolls upon rolls of gauze and other bandages.

In the last room, the one at the very center, is locked. It has an eye scanner, fingerprint scanner, and DNA scanner. Only two people, Yoongi and Jimin, are in the security system's database.

Beyond the doors is the largest room of all. And the most important. The room contains everything Jimin has ever concocted. Anything and everything from bombs and guns to armor to poison to viruses to cell phones. Everything in the room is state-of-the-art and is advanced beyond anything the world could ever imagine or make. Everything that lines the walls in the entry room? They're top of the line, yes, but they've all been released already. They're the best that one can buy on the black market. Even the simplest of Jimin's machines are more advanced than the most advanced among those already released.

Jimin leads Yoongi into the armory, as he calls it, stands in the middle, and twirls around, arms spread out. He stops and looks at Yoongi after a spin, a wide grin gracing his features.

"Welcome home, Agust D."