The air was thick with dust and the faint echo of dripping water. Stacks of crates towered in the dim light. Armed men patrolled lazily, unaware of the storm approaching.
yoongi
Yoongi whispered into the earpiece, “Three guards by the north entrance. Two on the catwalk. Hoseok, take the left flank. Jimin, distract the patrol. Jungkook, cover Taehyung. Jackson, with me.”
They moved. Silent as shadows
Hoseok vanished into the dark—seconds later, a muffled grunt echoed as one guard fell with a slit throat. Jimin strolled right into a patrol with a smile too sweet for this world.
jimin
“Hey, handsome. Got a light?” A wink, a laugh, and before the guard realized, Jimin’s blade slipped under his ribs.
Taehyung walked ahead, calm, cigarette smoke trailing like a banner of arrogance. He didn’t even flinch when a guard aimed at him—because Jungkook was already there.
The gunman dropped with a bullet in his head before he could blink.
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