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Sungmin, Leeteuk, Kyuhyun, Siwon

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Foreword

It was nearing on midnight, and the chill in the air was more than enough to make Sungmin scowl as he pulled his dark jacket closer around himself. He should have known that camping out on the roof of a shed wasn’t such a perplexingly good idea, but the tree just to the north of him provided enough cover for his hunched form to be hidden, so he didn’t exactly have much of a choice. Not if he wanted to stay undetected, that was.

He had to stay undercover. That was his job. His occupation wasn’t really all that difficult: He was hired, he took out the target, and he left. He didn’t waste time getting to know the victim, or who was handing him the cheques. All he cared about was that he could crawl back into his bed at the end of the day, with somewhat screwed up financial security and a safe family.

Not that he even lived with his mother and father. They were in a completely different state to him, but he didn’t force himself to mind. The further away they were from Sungmin and his bad reputation the better. He wondered what his poor, innocent mother would say if she found him washing off the blood that had been caked on his hands and wrists last night. Would she disown him? Wouldn’t that just make Sungmin’s life easier?

The wind died down slightly, and Sungmin became aware of exactly how silent it was. From where he sat on the crudely tiled roof, he had a clear, direct view into an equally as shabby kitchen. Though it was more than twenty metres away, Sungmin could spot the dirty pile of dishes, and clothes that were crammed carelessly into corners.

Being someone who lived their life rarely inside their house, Sungmin could understand it getting messy from time to time. But that was just disgusting. With a grimace, he lowered the binoculars from his face, setting them down beside him. He wondered if anyone else in the neighbourhood could see him. His platinum blonde hair – a trademark that went with his name – was stuffed beneath a black beanie. The hat, coupled with his dark clothing, allowed him to doubt that even a passer-by could spot him on his perch.

He was here for research. If he’d come to kill, he wouldn’t have left his knives at home. Guns were too impractical, and he only carried one on the inside of his jacket for safety precaution. He could never be too sure of when an enemy could get a hold of his records and try to track him down. Over the years he’d had countless attempts on his life, each time it had ended up with Sungmin dumping yet another body bag into the river outside the city. If you didn’t have the talent, you were as good as dead.

Sungmin could say that he had the talent. Having spent nearly over a decade training and honing his skills in Chinese martial arts, he was truly a formidable and feared presence in Seoul. Only the richest clients could find a way to contact him, seeing as Sungmin never kept in touch with anyone he didn’t need for resources. Eventually whispers got around enough so that Sungmin figured he was required, so he’d go to his favourite bar and order several martinis. And every single time, a man or woman in a pressed business suit would approach him, throw a wad of money down on the table, and hand him a file.

Much like the file he held in his hands now. Sungmin had been asked by the president of a renowned banking company to take out someone who was a potential threat to future business. He honestly didn’t know what the big deal was. The kid looked like a scrawny, inconsequential dole bludger.

Name: Cho Kyuhyun

Age: 20

Occupation: Part-time employee at Dale’s Computers on 34^th May Avenue

Offense: Hacking into Incor Bank’s mainframe. Over $100,000 is reported missing from digital vaults throughout the state.

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