Ricky ran as fast as he could, his lungs were on fire and his whole body was screaming for him to stop but he couldn't. He was so tired, already the blood loss from the knife wound in his abdomen.

He grip the USB stick tighter in his bloodied hand he had to get the information to HQ. He couldn't let the information fall into the enemies hands if they did they the whole world would be in danger for that tiny device contained the name and current whereabouts of every agent working for HQ.

The moon was full that night so the young singer from Teen Top could clearly see his way through the twisting and narrow alleys of Seoul. He didn't really need the light as he was trained to be able to use all his senses not just sight but the moon was comforting and that is all he wanted.

He could hear his hooded attacker gaining on him. The man was an assassin who worked for the Shadow, an evil organization that had its evil claws in every criminal  activity. They ran the evil side of the world while HQ fought them back and protected the good.

The hooded figure was know only as Nightshade, the Shadow's most deadliest weapon and he was no chasing down a very weak Ricky. The youngster took a sharp turn but miscalculated the distance and ended up knocking his shoulder on the wall. He stumbled, knowing then and there that he was done for. He fell putting out his hands to stop him falling on his face but the movement meant letting go of his wound which was still gushing out blood. He tried to scrabble to his feet but managed to walk only two steps before he fell again. His body was giving up on him.

He felt a tear roll down his face not because he felt scared about dying, he had never been scared of that no assassin was allowed to be afraid of death. No the reason for the tears was because of his band, his friends and the only true family he had. Would they miss him and his antics, would they be able to carry on without him, would they be able to forgive him for leaving like this.

A large shadow fell across the youngsters face and he felt chills run down his back. A foot gently rolled him over so that Ricky was now lying on his back facing up to see the darkness under the hood. The figure sat on it's haunches and with a gloved hand wiped the tear away. With the other hand it gripped the front of its hood and pulled it back revealing the face of the Nightshade.

Ricky gasped "NO not you but you are supposed to be good. Please don't do this please don't hurt them!" The person smiled and put a fingers against Ricky's lips "sssh little one, rest now"

With that the Nightshade uncurled Ricky's cold fingers from the USB device and pocketed it. Standing it replaced it's hood and pulled out a handgun. Twisting on the silencer into place the Nightshade pointed the gun at the youngster's face. Underneath it hood it rolled its eyes all these HQ kids were the same always looking death in the face with that same determined look. But the annoyance quickly faded and the figure resovled itself.

Squeezing the trigger the bullet left it chamber and the mission was complete. The Nightshade left feeling nothing as it melting into the darkness where it belonged.