| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
The small assassin panted as he ran, assault pistol fastened to his chest as he passed the numerous doors that lined the stark white walls.
“Which operation room was it again?”
Pat pat pat pat pat…
Changmin’s voice reached Junsu’s ears through the transmitter, crackled. “4-1-12.”
“4-1-12.” Junsu repeated, jumping and turning sharply as he almost passed sub unit four. Redirecting his steps on the linoleum floor, he heard a set of feet mirror his actions, watching the frazzled other member of their trio (YooChun) skid to a stop and come rushing back as he had ran too far.
“Hallway one,” Yunho’s voice – just as distorted as Changmin’s through the tiny speakers in Junsu’s ear - panted; Junsu watched him gain lead and race off before him, following suit. YooChun was also panting from lack of breath, neither of the two men having been as prepared for distance running as Junsu was.
“2… 3… 4…” Junsu counted the rooms as they passed, letting out a startled gasp when YooChun spotted room twelve and yelled the number out loudly.
So much for inconspicuous.
The three drew to a stop next to the door, Junsu ringing his hands in anticipation for what lay beyond the wood and hinges. Too long it had been since their last ‘outing’ – a term that would more suitably be called ‘mission’ – and he was eager for some carnage.
“What’s the stats, Doc?” YooChun asked monotonously, tossing aside his empty magazine and quickly shoving a new one into the action of his Interdynamic KG-9. Yunho was just as curious, and Junsu was running through a mantra of ‘Spare no one! No mercy!’
Changmin’s voice came rushed and clear through their headsets. “Two stationed east and west the front door – a burly 6’1 and a thin 6’5 – three on the west wall, three on the east wall, all 5’ flat. All carrying AK’s. Ten man table central, seating six, all sitting. Four men on the back door, all 6’5 and carrying M16 Viper’s.”
“A bit overkill, don’t ya think?” YooChun remarked, counting the men on his fingers as Changmin listed them. “Eighteen men for one teeny weenie document?”
Junsu snorted. “I bet it’s huge.”
“For your information,” spoke up Yunho, the predominant group leader. “This ‘teeny weenie document’ could make or break your relevance to our group; you slip up, and I will not hesitate to kill you.”
YooChun’s eyes rolled. He was about to fire off another smart-mouthed remark when Changmin started again.
“One of the guards from the back moved to the central table. Their letting their guard down – get in there now.”
No one spoke – besides YooChun’s defensive comment of ‘alright, I’m in, I’m in’ – as Yunho kicked the door. He promptly shouted and ran into the room, and Junsu mirrored his actions with vigor. YooChun huffed and shifted his weight to his left foot, listening to the chaos inside the room as he attempted to clear the dirt out from under his nails.
Usually, YooChun had no part in their missions past hitting a few people as they came running from places they were not supposed to be. Earlier, he had made good use of his shiny little gun when the three of them were running, and some idiot with a machete had flew in from the left field and attempted to hack off his hair. Bad move, in his opinion. He rather liked his hair.
He was ‘back up’.
Dwelling on it now, YooChun figured that he would probably remain unneeded for the rest of this mission. He might as well leave to get a nice cup of steamed coffee, or perhaps a smallish cake-
“BACK UP!” Junsu’s annoyingly high voice chimed from in the room, and YooChun’s eyes rolled again.
“FINE!” YooChun snarled, discarding thoughts of lattes and chocolate pastry as he rushed into the room. There were only four guys remaining, which would have been an easy job ideally, but somehow, Yunho had managed to get his foot stuck between two of the table legs (making him a rather effective sitting duck), and Junsu was trying to fend off the men as they all teamed up on him.
Not fazed in the slightest by the immense amounts of gore, YooChun bustled in and swiftly delivered three shots, pelting the frazzled guards straight in the middle of their brows. Junsu’s flailing arms had knocked the other out, and YooChun had decided to leave him. His reasoning was simply that Hero’s punishment would be far worse than anything he himself could muster.
“What now, Einstein?” YooChun asked sarcastically, placing the nozzle of his gun against his shoulder as he awaited his comrade’s direction.
Disregarding the comment, Changmin spoke into his microphone. “The door at the far south wall…”
“Ye-ah,” Yunho drawled, planting himself before the door.
“There’s a combination code to get in. Notice the little latch on the far corner of the door? Pull it down; it’ll open the code box.” Yunho did as Changmin commanded him, jumping slightly as the small piece of metal popped of and landed on the ground. He stared at the green rubber numbered buttons, awaiting further direction. “The code is 4-1-7-3.”
Yunho punched it in, and a small-animated voice chimed a polite “Activated.”
The door slowly opened.
Junsu held his breath.
YooChun impatiently picked at his nails.
Yunho pushed the door opened the rest of the way, looking around the pure room before him. White walls, floors – white everything. It was all so bright at the initial glance that Yunho had to be mindful to cover his eyes. The ceiling was short, and the room windowless, lighted only by the single bulb dangling in the middle of the room. Yunho quirked an eyebrow at it, before directing his eyes to the important piece of information they had came to obtain, directly under it.
Only to find a small girl in it’s place.
Furrowing his brows, Yunho stepping into the room, shortly followed by the other two men, and all of them looked around the room for the file.
Nothing.
Factually, the only thing in the room was that very small, very frail girl, sitting on her knees in a white smock, head hung low. Her hair – a dark brown colour – fanned over her back and draped down before her, concealing her from them.
“Where the fuck is it?” YooChun growled after sighing irately – he was never one for ‘hidden treasures’. Gruffly, he grabbed the girl by the arm and yanked her upwards, shaking her when she didn’t face him. “Hey, where the fuck’s the file?”
Yunho assumed the same as YooChun – that the girl was withholding such information – and allowed his comrades interrogating. Junsu busied himself with cleaning the barrel of his gun.
“Fuck, she won’t even say anything.” YooChun drawled, dropping the girl roughly. To the surprise of all three men, she didn’t make a sound as she hit the hard linoleum floor, not complaining in the slightest.
“Changmin, where’s the file?” Yunho finally asked, looking around the room with annoyance.
“It’s there, right in front of you,” Changmin responded, tweaking his monitors back in the station and looking through the security cameras he had hacked into at the boys.
“Fuck, you must have given us the wrong room. We come in here and find some fucking cunt”- YooChun was cut off when Junsu hit him, hard, in the chest with his gun. Junsu then kneeled in front of the girl.
“Hey, uh… ma’am, have you seen a”-
“Yeah, ‘cuz she’ll tell us where the important, Hero-will-kill-anyone-who-takes-them, files are,” YooChun stated sarcastically, “You’re a real fucking moron, you know that, Su?”
“Shut up! It was worth a try!” Junsu shot back, “And you ain’t the brightest fucking crayon in the little yellow box ‘neither, you dumb”-
“Will you both shut up? You’re drowning out Changmin’s signal!” Yunho snapped, earning himself two morose looks. “And you’re both idiots…”
“I’m thinking this is the wrong room, Minnah,” YooChun drawled, poking the girl in the shoulder with the nozzle of his gun. She moved to the side weakly, nearly teetering over as he pushed her.
Changmin snorted and let out a sarcastic, “Whose the black hat who exploited Hero’s wall? Eh? Was it man with a mildly average I.Q. who failed DPA and is currently ratting on said black hat, or the black hat whose telling aforementioned DPA failure to shut the fuck up and listen to what he’s saying?”
“I heard no such sentence from you, momma’s boy,” YooChun shot back, rolling his eyes.
“There is no shame in utilizing free housing,” Changmin replied, before huffing, “and yes, it’s the right room. The documents right before you guys – frick, pick it up and get packing. You’ve got twenty minutes to get out of there.”
“All we’ve got here is some girl in a smock,” Yunho commented, and YooChun snorted. ‘Ugly smock,’ he said more to himself than to the others, but they heard it regardless.
“That would be your document, Ho.”
“What the frak!” Junsu exclaimed, running his hands through his hair.
The three of them heard clicking, as Changmin obviously was looking for a way to dumb down what he wanted to say for them. Yunho rolled his eyes and grabbed the girl, throwing her over his shoulders. “Well we need to get out of here. Explain as we go, will ya, Champ?”
Changmin merely grunted in response as the trio began packing out. YooChun made sure to smack the only living guard left in the face as he walked by him, as Changmin began his explanation.
“I was wondering why I was picking up such high biotechnological activity from inside the room, but it makes sense now. Whatever information Hero’s been hiding was packed and imported into a partial flash card, super compressed. Wouldn’t be much good to anyone like that, I suppose, so he needed a good host for it. Her status levels are all wavering low, so I’m assuming she wouldn’t be too healthy on her own either. The two opposing interfaces were merged into one, fully functioning one.”
“In human-talk, geek,” YooChun commented; Yunho gestured to them that they should progress into a run.
Changmin gave a labored sigh, “He put the info in a memory card but since that wouldn’t work on it’s own, he wired it into her brain. Meshed them together.” The three of them heard more clicking, before Changmin spoke again, “I’m going to have to examine her when you get her here, because the suggestion in itself that the flash card wouldn’t overcompensate and disintegrate her own interface is highly improbable.”
They left the way the came in, but soon discovered that would be a bad idea, as a hoard of guards leapt out from a general expanse of no where and began shooting. Yunho huffed and tossed a grenade to Junsu, who in turn pulled the pin out and tossed it at them. Usually it would have proven useless – the grenades Changmin gave them didn’t have much stank to them – but given the close proximity of the guards, there was a good chance it’d have a good effect.
And it did. The detonator went off and the explosion blew out the back wall. As the guards lay limply in the hall, Yunho quickly ran out of the building, landing carefully on the ground three stories below and taking off running. Junsu scurried out after him, landing far less gracefully on the cement, and followed suit. YooChun was not as quick. He strolled along the hall, giving random high fives and thumbs ups to the injured guards. “Alright, been great seeing ya’ll, but I must be going now. Great to see you all again – yah! You! Call me! – I’ll be here all week,” He bowed politely once at the edge, giving them a collective thumbs up when he stood. “Alright, ya’ll say ‘hi’ to Hero for me when you see him next, okay?”
“Hey! You! Roog!” A man ran out from behind the corner, waving a gun threateningly at YooChun.
“Wow shit!” YooChun jumped then, taking off as soon as his feet touched the ground after his comrades, dodging bullets all the way.
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03.07.09