The mission was happening tonight. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook didn't speak to me at all in the past two days. I trained alone and ate dinner with Jin as usual. Strangely, I felt like a hostage once again. I jumped in the shower for possibly my last shower ever.
I burned my skin with the hot water and felt all my stress evaporate with the steam. If I die tonight, at least I'll smell like vanilla.
I got dressed in all black like usual. Black jeans, a black long sleeve with buckles for extra bullets, and black boots. I put my hair up in a high ponytail and put on a black choker because if I die, I might as well look cute doing it. With all missions come a pang of uneasiness and fear of the unknown. So many things can go wrong, so many ways for me to die, and a painful death is too imminent for comfort. But ask any mafia man why they love to fight, they would say it's the high, the rush, thrill of the kill. It's true because peace isn't permanent. It exists in moments and gone before we even knew it was there.
Before every mission, I get a scribbling feeling in my stomach, not knowing whether I'd end the night in my bed, the hospital, or dead in a ditch somewhere. I don't like to gamble, but you have to roll the dice whether you like to or not.
I headed downstairs to all the boys in black, waiting at the front foyer. "Good, you're ready. Let's go" Namjoon said. We all filed out into the black tinted van. Jin and Hoseok took the front seats. Hoseok had all his computer and camera equipment set up. I took a seat next to Yoongi, while the three younger boys sat in the back row.
Jin started the car and began driving when Namjoon spoke up. "Ok so here's the plan. Jungkook, you're going to take the back right corner, and Jimin, you'll take the back left corner. You guys can go through the south entrance and clear out the guards there. Yoongi will be taking the front left and Taehyung, you, and I will take the front right corner. We will go in through the north entrance. Yoongi, you'll go in through the west entrance. Em, you'll go through the south entrance with Jimin and Jungkook. According to the blueprints, that's the clearest path to get to the office if you go in the back door."
"These bombs are on a time limit and it's complicated to set them up, so I already set them back at home. They'll go off in exactly 50 minutes. By the time we get there, we will have 20 minutes to go in, plant them, and get out. Move quickly and quietly." Yoongi said.
"Here are the earpieces. We'll all be able to hear each other and I'll be directing whatever information I can" Hobi said, handing back a bunch of earpieces.
"And the van will be 30 yards into the forest. I will wait here so once you plant your designated bomb, come back immediately" Jin said.
"Aim to plant your bomb somewhere hidden like in a drawer or between boxes," Yoongi said.
"If something happens and you can't plant your bomb in a good spot and we run out of time, leave it and get out of there fast. Kwon's have millions of dollars worth of uncut fentanyl in there. If you're anywhere near it when it blows up, one sniff of that drug will kill you" Jin said.
"Here are your guns," Namjoon said, handing a handgun to each of us and an extra set of bullets.
"I brought extra daggers" Jimin added, handing us each a few to keep on us. I pinned them on the buckles of my shirt and slid the gun into the holster attached to my hip.
"Any questions?" Namjoon asked.
"Do we know how many people are inside?" I asked.
"Thirty, more or less" Hoseok answered.
"It's also 2:30 AM, so this is the emptiest the warehouse is going to get" Jin added, pulling the van into a dark alley that was hidden from the main road. We were almost there.
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Dancing With The Devil
Fanfiction19 year old Emrie Fey has only ever wanted to live a normal teenage life. As the daughter of the most feared and powerful mafia boss, she spends her life fighting and always has a target on her back. When her father gets imprisoned and her brothers...
