Youngjae fastened the leather brown belt around his waist then shoved the front piece his shirt down his dark jeans, once he glanced up he came face-to-face with a judging Himchan, just quietly observing him. Instantly Youngjae flattened his eyes, “What?”

“What? Is your role a fashion terrorist tonight?”

Youngjae sighed and rolled his eyes, “It’s the latest trend grandpa,”

Himchan shrugged as he handed Youngjae a tracker-wristband and temporary phone. As the younger put on his gear and toss the cell into his pocket, Himchan pulled out another item, “A pencorder,” in his bony hand was a pen with a balled top.

“A what?”

“A pen that records. You should get with the times too, grandpa. Technology has advanced beyond tape recorders,” Himchan mocked as he took a stride forward and slipped the pen into Youngjae’s pocket then quickly retracted his steps. Youngjae glanced down and noticed the top was slightly peeking out from inside his pocket.

“And why do I need that? My ears are very capable,” the younger argued, pointing to his said body part.

The older shook his head briefly, “In case it falls out or if you get caught. If you do, drop the pen in any safe place. I had Daehyun install a tracker in it so it will be easy to locate. Now, how to work it, you just press down on the tip and it will start recording. Also, you must make sure the tip is exposed at all times. If you covered it up, it won’t be able to pick up the sounds we want in the pub,”

“What’s the battery life on it?”

“Three hours. It’s a cheap one.”

Youngjae scoffed with a grin, Himchan really lives up to his nickname Cheapskate. “Kay, anything else I need to hear before I can go in?”

“Actually there is, be extra careful. If you clicked on it too many times all at once it’ll delete any previous recordings you have in there.”

Sometimes Youngjae wished he could just tackle the larger man, but in reality, he would most likely bounce off the guy before he even tries. “We’ll talk about this later,” Youngjae commented as he turned away and headed down the direction of the pub’s entrance. Himchan pocketed his hands and watched Youngjae departed, with a low sigh he gazed around the dead street.

Then strapped to the lightpost closest to him, Himchan noticed a camera. As he gazed into it, he realized Daehyun was in control of it.

However, on the other side of Daehyun’s screen, was nothing but a fallen chair.

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| Story Status: Oct 14, 2017 - Ongoing |

An entry for Final Fantasy 30th Anniversary

Deadline: 30 June 2018

Quote Prompt: #7 No one lives in the slums because they want to. It's like this train. It can only go where the tracks take it. - Cloud, Final Fantasy 7

Andddddd did ya'll see BAP's comebackkk?