Ambush
Aberration
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Sungmin wheezed in pain, he had taken two shots to the chest and even though he was protected by a bulletproof vest, the impact definitely broke a few ribs. He was disoriented and his ears were ringing; he couldn't understand how they were caught unawares. His earpiece buzzed. “Fox! Fox! You still alive?” Sungmin moaned and tried to roll over, “What happened?” “An ambush.” “Clearly,” Sungmin answered sarcastically. “I thought today was supposed to be a simple mission.” “...” Sungmin was irritated, he prided himself on perfection, he always completed his missions with little to no mistakes. The hit where he ran into the photographer, Jongwoon, was already a mess in his opinion and now he had walked into an ambush. “I knew it was a bit much to assign me as a bodyguard, who the hell was running tactical today? What the just happened?” Sungmin screamed as his operator remained silent. Sungmin gritted his teeth through the pain and managed to find some cover behind a pillar. The hotel lobby was littered with bodies, half of which were wearing the similar black suits to his own – his team. “Sungmin, you need to get out of there.” Sungmin clenched his fists, “Well, it's unusual for you to call me by name, Heechul.” “Just listen to your hyung and escape,” the voice in his earpiece said impatiently. “The others?” Sungmin asked. “Siwon?” “Just listen to me and get to safety, Sungmin!” Heechul hissed into the communicator, “The police will be arriving in seven minutes!” Sungmin threw his head back and took a few stuttered breaths, he could taste blood on the inside of his mouth, and his vision was blurred; but he was alive. “Find out what happened, Hyung.” Sungmin clicked his earpiece to sign off and stumbled away from the scene. - - - There was nothing out of the ordinary in the beginning. Sungmin had returned to his loft style apartment and had received summons for another mission. There were days where he would have accepted multiple hits, but the incident with Jongwoon left him off balance. Sungmin dialed his operator and passed on the mission, he wanted to take a shower and have a good night's rest instead. Heechul was surprised that a workaholic like Sungmin would pass on an assignment, but it wasn't important enough to demand that Sungmin accept it personally. He phoned in one of the many rookies at the company that were chomping at the bit. Experienced assassins were hard to come by these days, but rookies would always remain rookies unless they were deployed on missions. Heechul selected a member at random and expected things to work themselves out. Sungmin toyed with the memory card he had lifted from Jongwoon earlier that night. He had intended to outright destroy it by snapping it in half, but in the end he was much too intrigued by Jongwoon to just trash it. He was curious about what Jongwoon did for a living, he was curious about what kind of pictures someone like Jongwoon would take; so Sungmin kept the memory card and inserted it into his laptop. He wasn't sure what he was really expecting when he opened the images on the memory card, but he definitely didn't expect the photographs to evoke a myriad of emotions. He had suspected Jongwoon to be some meddlesome reporter that was dumpster diving and sticking his nose where it didn't belong, but Jongwoon was an artist. There was a fascinating close up of a wall that focused on the crumbling mortar holding the bricks together. The focus was so sharp that he could see every crack and crevice of the individual bricks. There were photos of buildings, street lights, bridges; all inanimate man-made objects, but the way Jongwoon captured them on camera gave them a li
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