Fearless

°Thirty Five°

A/N:

I'll try making their mission satisfying but there might be a possibility of it going horribly wrong and not up to the mark.

*Prays for infinite cool imagination*

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"Let's suit up!" Gulf tells Saint excitedly.

"Yes yes. SUIT UP! Shut up and grab all blacks." Saint said sarcastically. "I ain't dealing with your irritating and embarrassing ass. The last time was the first and it was the last."

"Oh you mean three months ago when I went on a mission with a superman costume?" Gulf asked, his eyes sparkling with pride.

"Nothing to be proud of bitch. People literally thought that a new Superman movie was being shot here in Thailand seeing you fucking jump over building tops with ease. So, NO!" Saint yelled, frustrated by Gulf's childishness.

"But..." Gulf pouted and crossed his arms like a spoiled brat.

"NO! Shut the fuck up and change." Saint yelled from the closet and threw a pair of plain black clothes in Gulf's face, hard.

"Party pooper." Gulf complained but still compiled.

Moments later both stood dressed in black from head to toe. "Ready?" Saint asked.

"More than ever." Gulf smirked and put on a plain black mask and a black hat along with black gloves.

"Shoes?" Saint asked.

"The same." Gulf replied taking out the usual shoes. The ones that leave no footprints.

"Gotta keep up with our reputation. Coming and going as the fleeting wind." Gulf said letting out a giggle.

"Don't get too excited. I don't want to waste time. Just kill smartly." Saint adviced as he walked out the room. Gulf followed shortly after.

"I'm heading 20km South." Gulf told Saint.

"Okay. Remember the rule." Saint reminded Gulf.

"Yes. Not a single scratch." Gulf said the rule out loud.

They both fist bumped each other and walked in different directions. They couldn't risk taking vehicles and obviously couldn't risk walking down the roads armed.

Whatever needed, they could pick it on their way. They've stacked or so to say hidden weapons all around the country in several different places.

GULF POV

The night breeze falls in my face as I jump from one building to the other stealthily.

My night job. Something I didn't get into voluntarily, but stayed by will.

Bad guys to hunt, illegal businesses to burst. Sounds cool but it's stressful to handle.

I have a lot of people to protect under my watch and that leaves me the most toughest job that is to escape all fights unharmed.

Another night, the same old routine. The only difference is that I'll be waging a war with this one move.

I stop to stand on top of a four storied building, looking down to my right, three buildings away. The ammunition den there it is. Busy. People flooding in. Loading illegal weapons while the world sleeps peacefully.

I could hand them to the police by busting their dens and hideouts bit what good would it do? They're be in prison for a couple of weeks then get out and resume their fucking business again. Bloody corrupts everywhere.