Work Header

Chapter Text

• • •
Chapter 5: Escape Route

Kim Taehyung

Un-holstering the handgun I had previously hidden away, I clenched the gym bag's strap tightly from over my shoulder, my hand nearing the door's handle.

Touching the cold metal of the handle, I slowly opened the door and cast my sight upon the hallway before me. Empty. Without a second thought, I flung the door open and rushed out, sprinting down the hallway. I had pushed past a couple people, not stopping to even acknowledge them.

Two men that were talking at the end of the corridor snapped their heads towards me. I aimed my gun at them, pulling the trigger multiple times, shooting them both in the head and swiftly making my way to the open window and jumping out, running as fast as my legs could manage. The rush of adrenaline pulsing through my veins, the feeling of burning became prominent in my throat, my legs ached and my head throbbed a little, yet I didn't care, my main mission now was to get back safely.

Once I was out of sight, I pressed my finger gently on my earpiece. "I made it." I stated breathlessly, my heart beating vigorously as I awaited a response. I readjusted the bag on my shoulder.

"Nice job Tae." Yoongi complimented, I could almost envision his small smile of pride.

"Alright, we're parked up just around the corner from where you are, I'm positive you won't miss us." Namjoon explained.

"Okay.." I acknowledged, nodding to myself and taking a light jog towards the black van.

As soon as I got there, the back doors flung open and Jimin beckoned me. I grasped the bag that was hung over my shoulder and jumped up into the van, lightly tossing the gym bag as far back as I could while Jungkook quickly shut the doors behind me.

"You got everything?" Seokjin asked, looking at the bag and then back at me.

"Everything that was taken, and a few extra things." I smirked.

Seokjin chuckled, "Even better!"

Jung Hoseok

My hands gripped the steering wheel as I drove away from E.C.T's headquarters, everyone in the back was talking with one another and that left just me and Yoongi.

Yoongi slowly shut his laptop and exhaled.

"Anyone chasing us?" I asked, hoping for an all clear.

"Nope, we're good for now, CCTV is back on and we got away without eyewitnesses." He explained.

"Ah, good." I sighed in relief and subconsciously smiled.

The street lights began to turn on and lightened the dim streets a little bit, the contrast between the darkening sky and the bright, yellow-tinted street lights were exhilarating, it looked as if someone had sprinkled tiny, white flakes of paint against the night sky, creating a field of stars.

"What's our next mission?" I inquired curiously, glancing over at Yoongi for a second before looking back at the road.

"I believe Seokjin and Jungkook have to work together to kill one of E.C.T's CEO's apart from Yang Daekeun, who is supposedly the leader. Seokjin will of course provide a distraction and Jungkook will do the killing."

"Wow, that'll be a challenge." I muttered.

"We should be okay, I can gain access to security and locate a building where Jungkook could shoot from." Yoongi elucidated, he was strangely optimistic.

"Hm." I shrugged slightly.

As we surpassed the bare, abandoned streets, we began to approach our safe house, I parked up and turned off the engine. Everyone got out of the van and made their way inside the house, besides Namjoon and I.

"Do you have some spare number plates?" Namjoon questioned me, analysing the current number plate.

"I think so, I checked over the van before we started our first mission and there were some spare ones in the back." I replied.

"Good, we may need them for future missions, if E.C.T end up finding out about what the number plate is for this vehicle, we'll be able to switch it out with another." He smiled and nodded.

Namjoon and I entered the safe house, everyone had gone to their rooms by the time we got in.

"Have a good night hyung." Namjoon grinned and gently patted my shoulder, walking away to his room.

Jeon Jungkook

Making my way towards my desk, I opened the drawer and picked up a small, silver key. When I grasped it in my hand, I walked over to the end of the bed, kneeling down to insert the key into the lock. 'Click'. A smile displayed on my face as it unlocked, placing the key to the side and lifting my bed up.

Various different types of guns and weapons were there to greet me. Before I could decide which gun to check first, my door opened and Taehyung stood there with the stolen bag of weapons slung on his shoulder.

"Hey uh... Where should I put this?" He gestured to the bag.

"Just on the side, I'll check it later.." I replied, looking back at the collection of guns and weapons before me.

"Okay." Taehyung gently slipped the bag off of his shoulder and put it down on the floor. It felt as if he wanted to say something, but he left the room before I could ask.

I exhaled and again looked back at my weapons, picking up one of my favourite guns, my QBU-88 sniper rifle.

As I checked the ammunition, I reloaded the gun and glanced through the scope. Still works perfectly. I smiled lightly and placed it on the side, picking up some spare ammo to go with it and also placing it beside the gun.

Safely, I picked up a Jericho 941 and checked the magazine before grabbing some spare ammo and placing it by the rifle.

Closing my bed down, I locked it up again and put the silver key back in my drawer. After putting my sniper rifle and handgun in a safe, easily accessible place, I went for the gym bag, knowing I had to check and verify that we got the weapons that H.I.T wanted retrieved.

I unzipped the gym bag, looking through everything and making a mental note of everything we took.

Submachine guns
Semi-automatic/Automatic guns
Machine guns
Baseball bats

You would've thought that we had ransacked their entire stash of weapons, but that was definitely not the case.

Thankfully we had everything we needed and we didn't miss anything out.

I sighed in relief, a smirk tugging at my lips as I refilled the gym bag with the weapons that were originally in there.

• • •