"Here's the last package. Hey, watch it, you little ! I'll shoot you if you ing drop this thing, got it?"

A man scowled heavily as his colleague stumbled away with the box in his hands. Muttering another profanity, he reached inside of his pocket for a cigarette and lighter. God knew how much he needed a smoke. He jammed the cigarette in between his lips and, with rough, loutish movements, attempted to light the much-needed smoke stick.

When the lighter failed to produce a flame, the man swore once again.

"Cheap- piece of ..."

Before we continue with the story, the author feels it is necessary to introduce (or properly  introduce, as he has already made a brief appearance) this temperamental man with the colourful vocabulary. His name was Kim Kibum, and as you could most likely tell, he was currently in a terrible mood.

"Hey, you head! I told you to be careful with that!"

Of course, if one were to examine the full situation, one would not have blamed him for the short fuse in his temper. Firstly, the people he was working with were a group of (for lack of a better term) ed up idiots. They were loud, clumsy, and generally a pain in the neck to deal with. Secondly, it was almost eleven o' clock at night. Kibum had expected to be finished with his work by 7:30 PM at the latest. Now, not only was he tired and overworked, his girlfriend was probably going to rant at him when he got home. Oh, and let's not forget how his wonderful boss kept calling every five minutes, either to threaten him, crack creepy jokes about his business, or a combination of both.

"You little idiot, why the aren't you done yet? I told you to have everything done by eight. It's already eleven. Soon it'll be midnight. My clients won't be too happy. Make sure you finish in the next twenty minutes. Hurry up, Kibummie. You don't want to make me mad..."

Angrily, Kibum threw the broken lighter into a corner. What a bi-polar , that Park Kyung. Didn't he have anything better to do than threaten his own subordinates? And why the was he calling his  phone? Kibum wasn't even his right-hand man, or whatever they called it. That title was more for that er, Jiho.

"Kim Kibum."

Speaking of the devil...

The irritated man glanced over his shoulder. "Whadaya want?" he snapped, spitting his unlit cigarette away. Kibum was well aware of the gun on Jiho's belt, but it. He wasn't scared of him.

Jiho didn't answer right away. He kept his eyes trained on the scene before him: four men were loading up a truck with cartons. Sunny's Fresh Market, it said on the sides, but the packages contained much more than meat and produce. So  much more, actually, but that was a secret for Park Kyung and his men.

"You shouldn't swear so much," the armed man finally responded. "Didn't you know? It's a one-way ticket to hell."

Kibum scoffed. "Seriously? Look at the kind of we do here. Of all things, you're worried about me swearing?  What are you, a little kid?"

Jiho ignored his sneer. Adjusting the holster on his belt, he sent his companion a level-headed stare. "Are you finished on your end yet? We're running behind schedule."

"I know that." Kibum rolled his eyes. "Maybe if that bastard didn't call me so much, I wouldn't have wasted so much time."

"Be careful what you say about him," Jiho warned. "Did you already forget what I told you before? Park Kyung-"

"- isn't a man I should cross, yeah, yeah." With a scornful look, the sailor-mouthed man ran a hand through his hair. "What's your deal with Kyung, anyways? Why do you keep defending him?"

"He's dangerous. You don't know what he's capable of," was the cryptic answer.

Kibum frowned. He opened his mouth to respond (like, come on. How tough could that guy really be?), but before he could, a loud noise sounded at the front of the warehouse.

Jiho whipped his head around. "Kibum. Go see what that noise was."

The irritable man glared at him, but made his way towards the front. He didn't appreciate being ordered around. But, seeing as Jiho was the second-in-command, he didn't have much of a choice. Grumbling, he walked over to see what had made the disruptive noise.

"Little ... No wonder that bi-polar bastard likes him so much. Probably gay for each other-"

Before he could finish his rant, the door burst wide open.

"Freeze! Put your hands where we can see them and don't move!"

It was like a scene from a beautifully-made action film. A team of special forces police officers swarmed inside of the warehouse, each armed and ready to take down anyone who resisted. Of course, nobody did as they were told. In the confusion, Kyung's men hastily dropped whatever they were holding and tried to run- there was a back door and a few rooms on the other side of the warehouse- but the police seemed ready for that. A few of the fitter ones leapt forwards and tackled the criminals to the ground, effectively rendering them immobile. There was no chance of an escape.

"What the ?!" Kibum couldn't help but yell. Instinctively, he looked back to see what Jiho was doing. He was the second-in-command, after all; he could get them out of this mess! But if he was expecting to see the man shooting at the officers with his gun, Kibum was sorely disappointed. All he saw was the back door wretched wide open, and absolutely no sign of Jiho anywhere.

'Jiho, you motherer! You just left all of us here?!'  Momentarily distracted, Kibum stared angrily at the open door. He began running towards it, determined to join the group traitor, but a hand firmly pulled him back.

"Not so fast, buddy."

The gang member snapped his head back. He came face-to-face with an officer, one who had glittering eyes and, strangely enough, a little grin that stretched out the corners of his mouth. Kibum tried punching the man in an attempt to escape, but the officer expertly avoided the hit. He caught both of Kibum's arms and twisted them to his back, locking them in a tighter hold.

"I think it's obvious enough, but I'll say it anyways." The policeman pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his uniform. Lee Donghae, his name tag gleamed, but Kibum was too busy struggling and swearing to notice.

"You're all under arrest for illegal drug trafficking and gang activity."

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Yoo Youngjae surveyed the busy picture before him. Policemen were bustling in and out of the warehouse, closing off areas, gathering evidence, and escorting handcuffed men to patrol cars. To say he wasn't impressed would be a lie. Only a few hours ago, this warehouse had been a secret drug hide-out under the orders of a notorious trafficker. Now, thanks to Kahi's quick thinking, their little opium operation had just become a complete bust.

The intelligence agent stepped aside as an officer walked past him. He was holding onto one of the dealers, who was clearly not appreciating the whole police infiltration.

"What the ?! Let go of me! You can't do this! Who the do you think you are? I'll rip your balls apart and shove them down your throat, you little piece of-"

As Youngjae watched them go outside, he saw Kahi join him from the corner of his eye.

"You would think he'd have enough sense to stay quiet in this situation," she said, clicking her tongue. A laugh sounded behind them.

"Don't be so surprised. There have been worse things said to us during arrests."

The two agents turned to see Lee Donghae walking towards them. There was a hint of tiredness in his expression (no doubt from the speedy warehouse infiltration he and his team had just pulled off), but his usual good-natured smile was still in place.

"Everything's going smoothly so far," he said once he was standing beside the pair. "It'll take a while to search this entire place, but we'll manage. I've requested a support team from the station. They should be here within the next half hour."

Kahi nodded to show her understanding. "Thank you for all of your help," she told him briskly, but Youngjae could tell she was being sincere. "We appreciate your team's efforts."

Donghae grinned. "No problem, ma'am. Just doing my job." He glanced over his shoulder at the far end of the warehouse. A few of his men- Yesung and Ryeowook, they were called- were attempting to open the boxes stacked against the wall. "Though I have to admit, I was surprised when I got your call today. It looked like it was going to be a quiet night- just some reorganizing records in the filing room- and then bam!  You phone us with news about a top secret drug trade."

"I wasn't exactly expecting to find this, either," Kahi replied, narrowing her eyes around the room. "But it's good fortune that we did. This is certainly a step closer to finding the killer than where we were before."

"But keep in mind," Youngjae interjected, "That's only if  we find Park Kyung. He's the whole reason why we managed to uncover this place, remember?" Turning to Donghae, the bespectacled man added, "Any sign of him so far? I was watching the arrests earlier, but from what I deduced, it didn't look like any of them were who we're looking for."

The squad leader shrugged. "Either that, or he's one heck of an actor. But you're right. Everyone we've arrested seem to be the minions, not the head honcho. Of course, we can't confirm that right now, but I have a feeling Park Kyung was missing from the action tonight."

He chuckled at the frustration on Kahi's face. "Not to worry. We have a plan to deal with that." Sweeping the bangs out of his eyes, Donghae motioned towards the front entrance. "Look over there. Do you see that guy with the tool kit? The officer fiddling around with the door?"

"Yes." Even from where he was standing, Youngjae could see the man whom Donghae was pointing at. His back was turned to them, but it was still obvious that he was performing a task of some sort at the entrance. "What exactly is he doing there?"

"Something that will help us if Park Kyung decides to come back." Donghae flashed another grin at the inspectors. "That's Kyuhyun, our resident technological mastermind. If it's got anything to do with computers or electronics, he's the man to ask. Anyway, what he's doing will come in handy if you want to find Park Kyung. I don't know if you can see from here, but he's in the middle of attaching a microchip to the frame. Any guesses as to what type of microchip it is?"

Realization dawned upon Youngjae. "A listening bug. You're planting a listening bug inside of this warehouse."

The officer nodded approvingly. "You sure do figure things out quickly. No wonder you're in the intelligence unit."

"I see." This time, it was Kahi who voiced her opinion. "With that chip in place, you can monitor the activity in here through auditory signals. If there's any mention of Park Kyung's whereabouts, or even something from the man himself, you'll be sure to pick it up."

"That's right," Donghae answered. "We'll have a surveillance team patrol around this street, just in case. Wouldn't want him to slip away if he does drop by, after all."

It was all perfect. Everything seemed to be covered, but... There was still an unspoken thought hanging in the air. All three of them- the agents and the officer alike- could feel it nagging at the back of their heads. It bothered them like a fly did to a person, buzzing obnoxiously and ruining the quiet, peaceful silence.

Finally, it was Youngjae who gave life to this troubling thought. "He's not coming back."

"No," Kahi agreed almost immediately. "If he's the clever man we're taking him for, he won't be returning for a long, long time. Possibly never."

Donghae wore a rueful expression. "Doesn't hurt to try. There's still a chance he might sneak by and come again. Of course, it's very unlikely, but I like to keep an open mind-"

"Hey, Donghae!"

An officer walked up to the trio, interrupting whatever his leader had to say. "Do we have any extra plastic bags? You know, the kind we use to keep evidence in?"

"Didn't I tell you to call me Chief?" Donghae wrinkled his brow at his subordinate. "And no, Eunhyuk. If there aren't any in the supply bags, then there are none left. Why? Find anything useful?"

Eunhyuk shot him a dry expression. "I don't know, Chief. Does this look useful to you?" He held out an object in his left hand (thankfully he was wearing gloves, or else his fingerprints would have gotten all over the evidence). It was a notebook. Small, black, and slightly battered, Youngjae could spot a few creases on the cover. "I found this in one of the side rooms. It looked like an office, if I had to say. Not much is in there, but Sungmin's still searching it pretty thoroughly."

His mouth twisted into a satisfied grin. "I have a feeling this'll help us a lot. Take a look at the back cover."

Eunhyuk flipped the notebook around so that the back was showing. It was as equally worn out as the front, but that wasn't what attracted the intelligence agent's attention. Instead, his eyes were drawn to the top right-hand corner, where a name was printed in large, bold letters.

PARK KYUNG.

As if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, Youngjae stared at the name for a moment. Then, snapping out of his trance, he raised his gaze from the notebook. His eyes sought out Kahi's, and when they met, Youngjae could tell right away they were thinking the same thing.

Jackpot.

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In the city's local police station, a security guard was walking by the custody cells. He was making his usual night rounds, checking up on things in the building and making sure everything was in order. It was an unusually quiet shift. Normally, the detainees would be making a ruckus, either complaining about the discomfort of the cells or the degradation of being locked behind bars. But tonight, there was only one man held in overnight custody. And, to be honest, he wasn't doing much of anything.

The guard peered inside of the cell. "Hello, sir?" he called. There was barely any light inside, so he had to squint to see the man. All he could make out was a dark shape, huddled and hunched over on the bench. "Sir, is there anything you need at the moment?"

There was no response from the man. He stayed completely motionless, giving no indication that he had heard the question.

"Excuse me?" the guard tried again. "Can I help you, sir?"

Still no answer.

Shrugging, the security guard gave one last look at the cell. The man probably wasn't answering because he wanted to be alone. Besides those who complained, there were also many who preferred to shut themselves in the shadows of their cage. If the detainee needed something, the guard figured, he would call. He couldn't stay quiet forever.

Kim Jongin barely noticed when the security man walked away. In fact, he hadn't even noticed when the guard had called to him in the first place. All Jongin could do was stare at the wall, looking but not really taking in the details of his surroundings.

'The work of God? A sacrilegious sin? Which is it? It can't be both and it can't be neither. Which one? A miracle or a sin? Are we God's apostles or Lucifer's demons?'

He took in a shaky breath. "A dream and a nightmare, rolled into one," Jongin murmured softly. "I thought it would work out. I thought it would be perfect. But in the end..."

The old man shut his eyes and dropped his head into his hands.

They cried. They screamed. They pleaded. With hands tied behind their backs and feet bound together with rope, they begged him and whoever else was around for mercy. It was a disgusting sight. To see so many in such dehumanizing conditions- they were treated like  dogs, that's what they were- it made him sick to the core.

"Let us go." That was their favourite cry. When they begged him of this, tears often streamed down their dirt-marked faces. The salt water dripped all over the floor and made a mess, but of course, they didn't care. They couldn't afford to. "Please, let us go. We'll do anything. Have mercy, for God's sake! We have children at home!"

He ignored them. What else could he do? His job wasn't to feel sorry for them. Well, perhaps he did feel a bit guilty. But other than that, there was nothing else he could do. Whenever he had to go near the cells, he would always avert his eyes to avoid seeing them in their pitiful states. Avert his eyes, and ignore their cries as best as he could.

"Let us go! Why are you keeping us here? What have we done to deserve this? Think of our families! Please!"

Sometimes, he wondered if what he was doing was right. If it was okay, if God would forgive him of the heinous work he and the others were doing. Was it not a sin he was committing right there and then, dooming him to an eternity in hell? But when he mentioned his worries to the others, they would always reassure him with a grin.

"Of course it's okay. You'll see, Jongin. What we're doing isn't wrong. This is a sign from above. This is the work of God."

He'd nod his head, smiling hesitantly at this response. He was just being silly. Everything would be alright in the end. But when his companions turned back to their work, he couldn't help but glance at the door behind him, where the cells were located. Because he could still hear them. He could still hear their helpless cries echoing in his ears.

"Let us go!"

Kim Jongin sighed. It was a deep, heavy breath, one that ghosted into the air and sunk down in the shadows surrounding the man. So dark... And, because there weren't any lights in the cell, nobody could see the single tear that was trailing down his cheek.

"Forgive me..."

[A/N]  Woot woot, an update! I'm happy to say that I survived my last month of school! :D Well, I still have exams next week, but all of my projects are done. And I had some free time today, so I figured I'd try to update this story ^o

That first scene with the police raid made me cringe. Not because of the swearing, but because it seemed so dang cheesy to me... Ugh. But can you imagine Super Junior as the police team? They're like... the Suju Squad! LOL. Oh, and that scene with Jongin might seem confusing, but I promise, it'll all make sense in the end.

Coming up in the next chapter is what you've all been waiting for: some Myungyeol love! Maybe this time Myungsoo will be able to break down Sungyeol's walls, haha ;)