Unhinged; Han Jisung.

twenty two.

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You jumped up and gasped at the sound of your computer beeping loudly. You rubbed your eyes and looked at your computer - nine facial ID's had been made. You looked at all the names and wrote them down.

Uri Mizrahi, Mila Volkov, Finn Morgan, Moon Ara, Suzuki Reo, Elijah Washington, Min Hye-Kyo, Kang Won-Shik and Anatoly Petrov.

Of course, you knew Taejun, Finn and Ara. Even though you knew who they were, it was good to double check. You had eleven names to associate with Taejun's terror cell, and you had already put one of them away. There were two, however, people who did not turn up in the system. Jisung's mystery woman and someone who seemed to not be at the club.

"Good morning."

You turned to see both Yon-Hee and Jinx stretching. "Morning."

"Isn't it almost seven in the morning? Why are you awake so early?"

"Work." You gestured to your laptop. "Work woke me up."

She hummed and went to the fridge. "Your mission was successful, then?"

"Yeah." You sighed. "Probably more than I needed, honestly."

You still couldn't get the image of Jisung and the mystery woman out of your head. You shook your head and got off the couch, joining Yon-Hee in the kitchen.

"I never got around to asking," she paused. "But what are those scars on your arms from?"

"What is that?!"

Hyunjin fumbled for the plasma clicker and took a picture of you and Jisung off of the screen. "Nothing, Director."

"Did I not say to get back to work?" He questioned. "I said to get off of that fact and keep working on things unrelated to Jisung's mission and Y/N's disappearance. In fact, I have two people here."

He made a gesture with his hand and two people walked up behind him. The boys knew where this was going, and none of them stood up.

"Where are your manners, boys?" Changmin asked. "Stand up and greet your new team members."

Still, the boys sat in their seats, not looking up. Director Yoon slowly walked up to Chan's desk and slammed his hand on it, but Chan didn't even flinch. Instead of looking at Changmin, he looked over at the two agents standing to his right.

"We mean no disrespect, but we aren't looking for new team members." He said. "Sorry."

"That is not your call Agent Bang." Director Yoon said. "It's mine, and they are assigned to your team."

Chan gave Changmin a look. "Where are they going to sit?"

Changmin tilted his head. "In the empty desks."

"No," Changbin shook his head. "They're not."

Director Yoon shook his head and left, taking the agents with him. The boys smiled and got back to work, but Seungmin quickly stood up and grabbed the remote. He clicked the plasma on and went to the news station.

"Jung Dae-ho, a member of an underground terrorist cell, was brought in and taken to Guantanamo Bay detention camp-"

Seungmin turned and looked at Chan. "Jisung would've told us."

Chan pursed his lips. "Maybe it wasn't Jisung that put him away."

"Who else could've found him?" Jisung mumbled, then turned to his overseas agents. "Is someone else working on this case with us?"

"I don't think so, sir. Not that we're aware of."

Jisung hummed. "That's just one less person to worry about, I suppose."

He was still at a bit of a loss as to who else could have tracked down Dae-Ho and put him away. He felt a bit overwhelmed, so he was relieved that someone else had found at least one member, but there were still eleven members to be found and put away, along with Taejun.

"Agent Han?"

He turned and walked up to the his coworkers desk. "Yeah?"

"I think we just identified the mystery woman from last night." He said. "Her name is Tiffany Zhao, and based on all of this information here, she is Taejun's right hand woman."

When you got back to the house after having dinner with Yon-Hee, it was strangely quiet, and you knew something was wrong when Jinx started growling at nothing. You slowly walked into the house and tried being as quiet as possible, but you heard a creak from upstairs and went to the bottom cabinet where you hid your knife. You grabbed it and told Jinx to stay where he was, but you stood by the bottom of the stairs.

About three minutes later, someone walked down the stairs and had their back to you. You stepped forward and put your hand over their mouth, not expecting the unseen blade that she had in her hand to make contact with your hand, splitting the skin on the back open. You groaned and opened your knife as she turned around.

The woman from the club that you couldn't identify. She smirked and pulled her own knife out.

"You are hard to find, Agent L/N. You know that?" She said.

"That was kind of the point."

"Yeah, well," she chuckled. "Too bad you weren't impossible to find."

She shut her knife and put it back in her pocket, so you did the same with yours. She reached out for your shoulder, but you grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to you, throwing her into the wall.

"Taejun did say you were strong-"

"How did you find me?"

She pouted. "You're so cute. Taejun knows what he's doing, Y/N."

"What are you doing here?"

"This."

She smirked and grabbed your arm with her free arm, turning you around and throwing you to the floor. You threw your elbow back and hit her in the ribcage, but she pushed your head to the floor, almost knocking you out. As your vision went blurry, she threw you over her shoulder and headed for the door. Jinx saw you getting taken away, and his first instinct was to follow you. This mystery woman threw you into the back of a van, and Jinx hopped in before she could close the door.

Jinx laid beside you and rested his head on your stomach while your hand was still bleeding profusely, and your body was shutting down.

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