In the Dead of Winter || •PJM• ✔️

Absence

"Or you can bring your rocket launcher. They didn't take too kindly to that last time," she says, and Jungkook brushes his hand through his hair at the idea. "Kidding. Mostly. We should have big firearms when the time comes, but not like this. There's no way I can think of to get Jimin out except for pray he comes out himself during a riot. How fucked is that? How are we, a band of misfits, supposed to take out the new government?"

"Well, the late 1770s to early 1780s disagree with you."

"Jungkook, I'm not a nerd. Translate please."

Jungkook keeps his hands pressed against the desk, his eyes peering at Y/n's. "The Revolutionary War. You think facing a whole empire was easy on those colonists?"

"Forgive me, I'm no history buff, but didn't the French help?"

"Doesn't change the accomplishments made. They had spirit and believed in what they were fighting for."

Y/n rolls her eyes and gives him a glare. "Are you about to tell me the power of friendship will save my boyfriend?"

"No, I'm about to tell you big guns and guerilla warfare is what'll save your boyfriend. You thought I was about to get sentimental on you? Me? Jeon Jungkook? I used a rocket launcher to save your life. This isn't My Little Pony, get the damn flamethrower and listen to what I'm about to say." She stands up straight, her shoulders set and her hands knit behind her back, preparing for instruction. Wow. She's grown up, hasn't she? Y/n certainly isn't the kid he knew during his childhood. Sometimes he wishes for those days to come back, but now, seeing her here? He couldn't be prouder.

"First thing's first, we need to draw them out and hit them. Hit and run tactics first. Have Julia go there, pretending to be injured, and when they come to help, the rest of us peek in from the trees and blast their asses. Kill some guards and do some damage. There's plan one. Plan two is infiltration. This may be a long game, L/n. After all, the Revolutionary War didn't take a couple days," he says.

"I understand. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to bring him back. What's the infiltration plan?"

"Ves."

"Oh hell no-"

"I know you don't want to involve him, but he's the best chance we have at getting into the Ranglers camp. Ves is reliable and one of the best fighters we have, and he's younger than all of us. That's saying something."

"He's immune," she says, "we shouldn't do anything with him until Yoongi finds a vaccine for the virus. Isn't he coming farther along in his research?" At Jungkook's nod, she holds her hands up as if she's the victor of their conversation. "If he's close, we shouldn't risk anything."

"I hate to say this, but he's one man. A smart, capable man, but one man nonetheless. If we hand Ves over to the Ranglers under the notion that he's immune, he'll be the most trusted one there right off the bat. He's the golden child, he'll be allowed everywhere, and he can spy on their affairs and figure out a way to get Jimin back home."

"But how will he relay that information to us?"

"That's the difficult part. How do we have communication with him. They'll likely pat him down and check for weapons, so what's something discrete we can use to speak with him?" Jungkook asks, stroking his chin.

Y/n furrows her brows, then, she lights up. "I got it. Writing."

"Writing?"

"At night, Ves can walk around and throw a curled up paper outside the walls. From there, we pick it up and see what's going on. That way he can blame it on being a kid and throwing rocks at the walls if he gets caught, and it's discrete enough that no one will question why he wants paper. After all, like I just said, he's a kid. He can ask for crayons and a notebook so he can color."