Chapter 2
Jaejoong pulled down the metal piece and locked the shop called Rainbow. It was name all three of them agreed on. He smiled as Junsu and Changmin’s silhouette growing smaller as they move ahead of him. They were busy teasing each other, with Junsu jumping when Changmin tickled his side.
“Hey, pretty.” A hand rested on his waist, breath reeked of alcohol. “Let’s go fuck somewhere.”
With his fast reflex, he flicked the poor guy with his wrist, throwing him across his shoulder. The guy dropped to the ground with a crack. He groaned in pain, and gritted his teeth.
“Never mess with me.” Jaejoong glared before brushing his hands against the front of his t-shirt.
Leaving him behind, Jaejoong caught up with his two buddies, who’s laughing so hard, oblivious to the small unmemorable event.
***
The papers stacked messily on his desk. Maps, pictures scattered on his desk. Looking up to his right side, Tora bit his lower lip as he tried to get his mind to think. The big atlas plastered the wall had stick-it notes all over. Scribbling filled the papers. A large white board hung from the other corner of the room with big handwritten words in marker marring it, as though reminding him what he was supposed to do.
“Tora. The meeting…” the guy said. He was dressed in dark shirt with a blazer over.
Tora nodded. He was still getting used to speaking Korean. Rubbing his temple, he grabbed the file and walked out.
***
Crouching down with one hand on his sniper rifle, he positioned it against the upper right side. “Target seen.” He said through the little microphone attached to his the collar of his black tee.
“Fire.” Yunho spoke through the small ear piece attached to his ear. “Then get down in 30 sec.”
“Roger.” Yoochun said and looked through the small circle glass on top of his rifle, which helps him to aim.
The target, a man around forty was walking down the quiet street. Everyone was probably asleep. Without him knowing, Yoochun was in the third floor of the house across from where he was.
He aimed twice, and pressed the trigger. When he heard the unmistakable thud, he quickly grabbed and pulled the rifle to his side, and climbed down from the window leading to the backyard. His feet reached the soft soil and he gave the rope a hard tug, which it loosens, and Yoochun quickly carried along. No evidence shall be left behind. Yunho opened
the other side of the van for Yoochun to climb in and then the sped off. He punched his legs on the accelerator and the zoomed through the expressway around the outskirts of the forest, tantalisingly close to the cliff.
“Yamapi, we’re on the way.” Yunho spoke to the mini microphone. “Get ready.”
Yunho caught sight of the black Mercedes. “Now!”
Both Yoochun and Yunho jumped off the van as the vehicle swerved down the cliff and into the river. They ran towards the waiting car, and sped off. Yoochun stretched his legs over at the backseat, and fished for the cheap hand phone.
“Mr. Lee? Where are you? Ok, we’ll be there.” Yoochun smiled.
***
Tora pulled the yellow tape above his head and walked to the crime scene. The place was chaotic with the passer-by hawking by the side. The forensic team had just arrived and the medical examiner was readying himself to roughly analys He crouched beside the dead body and with a gloved hand, he touched the body.
“He wasn’t dead long. Still pretty warm…” Tora said to the young officer hovering above him. “Have you checked for any left behind guns or anything?”
“None, Sir.” The officer shook his head.
“Let me take a look at the bullet.” Tora looked at the officer which scurried to get the zipped clear plastic bag containing the bloodied bullet. Must be them, he thought.
“SO, if it isn’t you? What are you doing here? This is my case. You posh people aren’t
supposed to be here.” The build guy approached him with a grim smile.
“I think this has got to do with my case, Lieutenant Kim Youngwoon.” Tora eyed him narrowly. “And we aren’t POSH. We burn our ass off and risk our lives if you still don’t get it.”
“Agent Tora,” Lieutenant Kim pulled Tora aside, away from the investigation team. “And what case are you on?”
“It’s confidential.” Tora said sternly.
“I bet it’s probably just butting in.” the other man smirked. “Fuck off, special agent.”
Tora ignored the crude language. “Give me the copy of the report by tomorrow.” He turned to get back to his car but he stopped. “One more thing,” he turned a fraction to look at Lieutenant Kim. “Remember, I OUTRANK you.”
***
“Here’s the money as promised.” Mr. Lee handed them the manila envelope containing fifty thousand dollars. “It’s great that he’s dead.” He laughed bitterly.
“OK, we’ll be leaving. Bye.” The walked out from under the dark bridge, back to their car.
“Jealousy is a crazy thing.” Yamapi muttered under his breath. He ran a hand through his short dark hair.
Yunho shrugged. “That man must’ve felt better that he’s dead. But I think the wife must be really heartbroken.”
“But still it’s adultery.” Yoochun mused.
The drive home was quiet as Yoochun ad fallen asleep at the back while Yunho was staring out of the car, thinking.
***
His secretary had informed him of his arrival. So when he walked through the door, Shiwon was surprised at his appearance, neat, tidy and smart. Dressed in crisp dark suit, he took a seat in front of Shiwon’s massive desk. He had his hair combed neatly to the left, and he doesn’t look local either.
“Mr. Choi, I’m Tora, nice to meet you.” Tora took Shiwon’s hand gave a firm shake.
“Nice to meet you too….” Shiwon smiled but his eyes were serious.
***
Junsu shook his head. “It’s too risky.” He straddled the bench
in the kitchen.
“But… he he’s paying us big money.” Jaejoong leaned his hip against the counter. “Plus, it’s not difficult isn’t it?”
“But that’s mafia’s den.” Junsu argued as Changmin looked from one to the other.
Changmin waved a hand at them. “He wants us to wipe out the whole gang, right?”
“Yeah, and there’s only three of us.” Junsu pondered, playing with the condensation of his glass of mango juice. “And they’ll have a lot of members.”
“Are you forgetting something?” Jaejoong grinned. “We aren’t called phantoms for nothing. We move fast, I’ll throw the smoke tablet so that the place will be blurry.”
“Yeah, I’ll jam the securities and you two sneak in. I’ll join from the back door.” Changmin tapped his fingers on the table. “How about that…?”
“Yea seems like a good plan.” Jaejoong nodded and looked at Junsu. “Ok, I’ll call him, and tell him to get the money ready.”
To be continued...
//Author's Spazz: WHat do you think of the ACTION scenes? I hope it's good though I think it's rather bad... And it's very challenging to me to write ACTION scnes so I'll be reading up and practising for the BIG scene later in this fic. ^^
And yeah Kim Youngwoon as in Kangin's real name.
Criticism and feedback appreciated. ^^ But please don't be too harsh in your criticism ^^; coz I'll be very heartbroken. Any on to the profile~ if the profile has little weapon.. doesn't mean he's not strong.. it just means he uses more hand power ^^
