The Space of our Time

Chapter 1

"This is a stealth operation. Eliminate any member of the yakuza on sight. Communications will be down for a few minutes after entering to avoid detection."

That line has been on my head ever since we left HQ. I've been on duty ever since I graduated, but to participate in this type of mission, it makes me nervous. The bumpy ride and the confined space in our transport vehicles does a great job of making me anxious. Looking around, the people I'm with are all experts in their field. They're all buff and terrifying; I sight I can't remove from my mind. They do this as their living; to kill any criminal organization that engages in an illegal market, to rip off any organization that aims to destroy this new world.

"You look like you want to abandon, Jungkook." the squadron commander exclaimed as he takes a puff of a cigarette.

"Sorry commander, never expected to go in an actual killing spree," I replied.

He took a big hit of his cigarette and smiled, "if you want to see the real world, you join us."

He took out his hologram tablet and showed the squadron logo - a hydra that forms a pyramid with its head.

"Ten minutes before drop-off, safety locked off, communications will be deactivated in the next five minutes."


We entered an abandoned factory after a short discussion. The yakuza we are hunting isn't your typical yakuza. They've been smuggling illegal weapons from the black market and using it here in Tokyo for some reason. HQ has alerted dozens of times to be cautious when engaging.

"Stay alert. We got views from above thanks to the Sniper division; don't be dumb. Remember, this yakuza is different." our commander said through his communication piece. 

We moved around the factory, investigating every room that may hold illegal weapons.

"Commander, our communications will be down in the next ten minutes."

We pushed deeper into the factory. Time to time we see old files and blueprints, other than that, nothing, "found anything yet Jungkook" my fellow squadron asked as I investigate the other room.

"Nothing. This place looks unused for a long time. How could HQ send us here."

"Communications cut off now." was all I heard as I exit the room.

"Keep your guns ready we got no backup coming in without our comms." commander exclaimed as he brushes the dust off the file cabinet.

I went to the other room, trying to look for something in this worn-out factory. As I search around, a small flicker caught my attention. It was a small watch, probably from a child.

"Please don't take that from me," a voice erupted beside me.

I aimed my gun at it and found out it was a child. "Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

After a minute we were huddled around the boy, asking him why he was here, "are the other guys gone?" he asked.

"What do you mean by 'other guys'?"

"The one who killed my brother." as the words left his mouth, our communication piece all activated at the same time, "Commander! They're here!"