"Oh my! It's been a minute since we played," I said as I picked my babies. I'm well-known as the 'Dagger master'; no one has ever seen me playing with my desert eagles. After polishing my babies, we went to rest in the lounge and do some catching up while at it.
As we were busy chatting, Sunah got a call from Jin telling him to return to the office to finish some paperwork he left undone. Sunah apologized as he had to cut our reunion short and return to work. I was able to tell that Jin had feelings for him and he didn't want him going on the mission, so he used work as an excuse.
When he got there, he found a load of unorganized files that needed to be arranged on his desk. He was angry because when he left, he had done every work assigned to him, so this could only mean Jin did this intentionally. He started working on the files, but the files were too many for him, not forgetting all the work he had to do while arranging the meeting. Eventually, he ended up dozing off while still working.
Jin slowly walked into his office, covered him with a blanket, then kissed him on the forehead. As soon as Jin walked out, Sunah woke up. He looked around the room to see if there was someone else present because he felt like someone kissed his forehead.
"Maybe it's just a dream," he said, going back to sleep, forgetting he was still at work.
(BRRRRT! BRRRRT!) It was time to wake and prepare for the mission. He went back to his house to pick me up, along with Zha Zha. We arrived at the agreed location where we met up with Jin and other members. Upon seeing Sunah, Jin got very angry but tried to hide it as there were many PAs involved in this mission, so it would seem suspicious if he was to order Sunah to go back.
We proceeded with the mission according to how it was planned but Jin's group was trapped. Sunah got caught in a gunfight where he couldn't dodge all the bullets, but before a bullet could hit him, Jin stood in front of him.
"Jin! Are you crazy? Why did you stand in front of me?" He asked with tears flowing down his face.
"If I didn't stand in front of you, do you think you would still be able to talk nonsense? Are you a man? Why are you crying?" He said, trying to make Sunah stop crying, but that only made him cry more.
"I don't care if crying makes me less manly 'cause I'll cry until I decide to stop." He said, taking off his jacket to put pressure on Jin's wound.
[Reporting back. Our group leader took a bullet for his PA and he's now close to death. We are asking to retreat so we can save the group leader.]
The moment I heard the report, my heart was swallowed by anger and hatred. The fact that they tried to shoot my Sunah got my blood boiling, leaving me thirsty for blood.
"Status report on the progress of group C." I said, waiting to get a response.
[We managed to take out our target but the leader of Hexagonal gang is nowhere to be found.]
"They didn't find the leader neither did we, so this means he's at their target range. All groups retreat, I'll be handling this one on my own." I said, gearing up.
"ROGER!!" They all answered at the same time.
She left for the location where group C's leader was shot, knowing very well it was where the Leader of Hexagonal gang was hiding.
The air crackled with tension as my eyes blazed with a fiery rage. My movements were fluid and precise, each step calculated to perfection. The enemy's bullets whizzed past me in a deadly dance, but I was already in motion, my body a blur as I twisted and ducked, the sound of the bullets cutting through the air only fueling my focus.
My movements were instinctive, almost as if the world had slowed for me, every shot a failed attempt to catch me. With a swift spin, I closed the distance, launching myself at the nearest enemy soldier with the force of a storm.
In a single fluid motion, I kicked the gun from his hand with brutal force, sending it clattering to the ground. I didn't hesitate; my fist crashed into his jaw, snapping his head back with a sickening crack. Before he could fall, my elbow drove into his ribs, the sharp impact knocking the wind out of him.
I whirled, my leg swinging in a high arc to knock another enemy off his feet, sending him sprawling to the ground. My enemies fired wildly, but I was already moving—sliding into a roll, my body low to the ground as I evaded the barrage.
As I came back to my feet, my hand snaked out, grabbing a discarded knife. With one swift motion, I threw it at a soldier's throat, the blade embedding with deadly precision. The man's body jerked, eyes wide in disbelief, before he crumpled to the ground.
Now, it was just me and the leader of the Hexagonal gang. The leader lunged, but I was quicker. I sidestepped, using his own momentum to send him spinning into the dirt. He barely had time to recover before I was upon him, my leg sweeping his feet from under him, sending him crashing to the ground.
With a snarl, he attempted to rise, but my foot came down hard on his chest, pinning him there. My eyes glinted with cold fury as I drew my daggas, their blades gleaming in the harsh light. I moved with lightning speed, my daggas flashing as they cut through the air in a series of brutal strikes.
The gang leader raised his arms to defend, but my blows were too fast, too precise—each one cracking against his defences like thunder. My dagga sliced through his guard like a hot knife through butter, leaving him open.
With a roar, the leader tried to retaliate, but I was already behind him. My elbow slammed into his spine, followed by a swift kick to his ribs, causing him to stumble forward. I grabbed his hair, yanking his head back, and with a single, swift motion, I severed his head clean off, the blade sinking through his flesh with a sickening sound.
Blood sprayed in all directions as his body crumpled to the ground. I stood over him, my breathing controlled, my eyes unwavering. I casually picked up his severed head, the blood dripping down my arm, and without a second glance, I turned to walk back to my comrades.