"Ow," cries the muffle voice of Ryeowook, as his group mates lands on him. The girl suddenly pushed them into the undergrowth of the forest. She looks at him and mouths sorry, and set order to the mess of bodies and stops anyone from making a noise.

"What ever you do, do not let them see you," she says barely audible, as they lay flat on the forest ground. "This, is what we are keeping away from."

A few moments later they began to hear voices speaking a strange, but familiar feeling language.

"Are you sure that informant was not playing to us," says a guy.

"More likely the shippers cheated us out five more males," scoffs his comrade.

"Should they not be at least a few years older too," grunts another.

'Hm,' thought Yesung. 'I can understand them, guess this can translates other languages to Korean. Why is she so scared if their only after guys?'

"What do you want from us," a familiar voice, hiss coldly. The girl looks the Super Junior members alarmingly and Leeteuk mouths 'Minho'. The girl responds with a upset nod, and raise her head a bit to see the situation.

"He and his friends are tied up, and there are three dealers," she says, her voice treading lightly. "I can help them, but just in case, you," she looks at Sungmin. "You might need to be my brother," and put a wireless headset thing, like Yesung, on the right side. "Not to hard just sound pouty and call out, looking for me, a bit after when I threaten them about my brothers. Go with the flow, and come out only after the exchange yelling to each other. Here," she takes out the wooden rod, and flickers it horizontally above them. Then hands the now staff to him, "Another reason, all my brothers can at least fight reasonable with this, and rarely fist fight others. Later and listen carefully," tapping the microphone and walks off into the forest.

The guys began to listen back to the voices of the dealers and the captives, who were now yelling at each other.

"What the heck, we're under protection you know," yells Key.

"Yea, well it doesn't seem like you're getting any help right now," one of the enemies taunts, while the other two laughs.

"Why are we wasting our breath on these idiots," Taemin says.

"What did you say brat," one of them yells enrage, grabbing him by the collar of the shirt.

"See, you can't follow what someone is saying," Onew answers in support. Right as one of three is about to punch him, a voice asks, "So i get a discount if their hurt right," putting a stop to the dealers from touching the boys, and takes a step away from the boys.

"Hello, Miss," they bow, as they saw a figure in the tree.

"Oh gosh, this either our doom or savior," mumble Jonghyun to the his group mates.

"I have a knife, so do not move to much," whisper Taemin.

"Wha-" hiss Key.

"Shush," command Onew.

"So, they don't have buyers yet," inquire the female figure on the tree branch.

"No, Miss," says the leader. "Interested in taking a look?"

"Well, not really before, but i guess I am now." She jumps down causing her coat to fly up like wings and lands perfectly in front of the dealers.

The dealers bow again, this time much more deeply, and the leader says, "Honorable Young Miss, forgive us for not recognizing you."

She smirks and walk pass them, "You should be more sorry for think that I am her. Now, how much are they."

"Basic is 25, but we'll sell for 20,"

She laughs, "Good try, tell me the number of customers who come to you, and bring their purchase home themselves; 20 is basic and these are younger than the price."

"They aren't childern Miss."

"No, but still growing, that is worth much less than a child. I will pay 50 for the whole group, but 5 off for each mark or bruise I find."

"That's outrageous, you know," one cries.

She looks at them in disgust, "I know a lot about this business; 20 for adult, 15 for children, 10 for growing. Now, disrespect subtracts 5, as you seem to be willing to do so, therefore they would be worth 25 total. Although buying a group should subtract another 5 anyway."

"Well, that is reasonable-"

"Of course, it is reasonable," she interrupts. "They might be the present from my friend, whom you thought I was to be, she said she sent 5 boys to my island, which we are standing on right now. Paying you guys 25 for finding them is unimaginable, and I even thought about paying 50."

The dealers glance at each other nervously, "Ah, is that so Miss, 3 is very reasonable."

She takes three small bags out and gives them each one, "Check for yourself, each of your bag should at least amount to 1."

They bow, "No need Miss. Nice doing business with you, but we must go," and runs out into the ocean, disappearing with a flash of light.