The next night, approx. 0100 hrs
Three figures walked silently amidst the forested area, careful to watch out for any traps or patrol that may be waiting for them. Luckily, for about the 30 minutes that they were on the move, they have not encountered anyone patrolling. One thing that they have noticed though was that wild animals were rare to see, especially predators. A sign that whoever has occupied the area may have chased off some of the wildlife. The three figures wore dark colored masks under the hooded jackets they wore. Each carried a backpack, and wielded the same guns, from the suppressed H&K MP5's they were holding, to the M1911 pistols strapped to their hips, even the combat knife strapped to their legs, upon their dark leggings. This was intentional, meant to confuse enemies, a tactic adapted from the old shinobi of Japan. Of course with this trio, you can tell by the disparity between each of their heights. Even with that, the tactic still works as oft times in a fight, adrenaline and panic often overrides a goon or thug's logical thinking. The myth that a ninja could "multiply" him/herself came from such a tactic after all. These three individuals are known to their peers and classmates as Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu. But tonight, they were just Eagle, Tigress, and Dragon, a trio of assassins on their way to the hideout of one of the most dangerous gangs in the country: the Basilisks.
"Hideout. More like a fortress, look at this shit." muttered Dahyun as she sent a hand signal to stop approximately 500 meters away from the hideout. And the other two saw she was somewhat right. The compound seemed to be heavily guarded with a 20 ft wall and four watchtowers, one on each corner, presumably guarded as well.
"Aren't you glad our clients are sending over their men now, Eags?" Chaeyoung piped up from where she's sitting down. Tzuyu let out an uncharacteristic snort.
"Yes, I'm glad they sent cannon fodder- I mean their men to cause a massive distraction so we don't have to worry about that." Dahyun replied as she picked up a small stone and sniped Chaeyoung's head with it. "And don't call me Eags ever again. It's either Eagle or nothing."
"Yes boss." Chaeyoung rolled her eyes, and whispered "eags" under her breath, only for another stone to find its way on her head. "Aww"
"We're on comms, I can hear you loud and clear, tigey." Dahyun teased back.
"Don't call me tigey." Chaeyoung whined.
"Then don't call me eags." replied Dahyun.
"Fine." Chaeyoung harrumphed.
"Good." Dahyun nodded.
"Very well." said Chaeyoung.
"Whatever." said Dahyun.
"You guys want some bread?" Tzuyu cut in.
"You brought bread?" Dahyun asked her.
"Yea. What did you think was in my backpack?" Tzuyu countered.
"Grappling hook, ammunition, extra smoke and or stun grenades. I certainly didn't expect bread." answered Dahyun.
"Well yeah, there's those but I also had extra space so I thought about bread." replied Tzuyu, already munching on some bread.
"Ugh you and your bread obsession." sighed the eldest of the three.
"Can I have some?" asked Chaeyoung, already standing crouching next to Tzuyu.
"Uh-uh What's the magic word?" Tzuyu decided to tease her.
"Baaaabe." Chaeyoung pouted.
"Ugh. Wrong word, but fine take this just so you'll stop calling me that." said Tzuyu, cringing.
YOU ARE READING
Art of the Kill
AcciónTzuyu, Dahyun and Chaeyoung are just some nerds. At least that's what the people at the university, professors and students alike, see them as. But in secret they were trained assassins. And in the art of killing, they speak only one language: money...
