Finding Wu Yi Fan

Chapter 1

Wu Yi Fan sat in a lazy position on the three seater sofa. He suddenly sat up in a cooler position just as the door opened.

'Agent A, the man has being identified.' A short but professional looking man wearing a complete black suit said.

Wu Yi Fan raised his eyebrows nonchalantly. 'So? He is part of the J.E.M, isn't he?'

'Yes, Agent A, it was as you suspected. His full name is Huang Zi Tao,  a normal country boy. Well, not boy - around your age, A.'

Yi Fan looked towards the window with a thoughtful gaze. 'How did he escape J.E.M's tight security?'

The man hesitated before replying in a smooth tone. 'He didn't. J.E.M is still watching him carefully as he tries to infiltrate one of our important bases in Tugu.'

Yifan raised his thick eyebrows. 'He is voluntarily working for J.E.M?' 

The man nodded.

'I see. Give me the report and leave. I will see M tomorrow.' He waved his hand lazily as the short messenger quickly bowed and disappeared out the door.

He sighed, finally alone. He wondered how he got this far sometimes. He sometimes felt like all those years he trained to become the highest ranking Agent under M was wasted. As a child, his dream was to play basketball like those boys in his demolished village did. His mother always said he had the height; all he needed was to be tougher so he won't be crushed by the older boys.

He sighed, closing his eyes. I'm tougher now, aren't I, Ma? I've trained hard to avenge you, and to fight against J.E.M. They haven't burnt down any villages anymore, Ma. Are you proud of me?

Sometimes, instead of tracking the bad guys and coming up with strategies to capture them, Yifan just wanted to go out and play basketball. He felt as if doing all this wasn't enough to please his mother, that he needed her to see him play basketball for the first time.

Thinking of this brought back some his darkest and most covered memories. And he didn't want to remember, ever. Suddenly, he heard small murmurings outside his office. Even though all the rooms in the J.E.M base were all soundproof, his highly trained ears could detect the slightest shift of someone uncomfortable in their sleep.

Yifan stretched, moving closer to the wall to try and catch the conversation next door. He didn't want to seem to obvious, since he always had a feeling that there were hidden cameras in his room. This wasn't the first time he'd felt doubt towards J.E.M. Even when the messenger, Torin, came in just then, he sensed his hesitation when he posed a question about J.E.M subtly.

He'd sensed a pattern. Every time he mentions their opposition, ideals of MSK or anything to do with MSK and J.E.M in general, they close up and answer in rhetorical questions or useless answers. And they would always have these meetings without Yifan which take longer than the official meeting that Yifan takes part in.

He knew there was something they weren't telling him, and what maddened him the most was that he was in second rank, M's most loyal and trusted agent, yet he didn't feel trusted at all.

Their talking ended abruptly and Yifan sighed, laying back down from his long stretch. 

He flipped through the file, bored, pausing at the photo of the J.E.M agent. He scoffed. His face was pulled into a wide and creepy grin, and his eyes glinted, as if seeing into your soul. Yifan shuddered. He definitely looked like someone who'd burn villages. But they don't anymore.

Yifan sighed. The only reason villages weren't burnt down anymore was because not many people lived there anyway. They've all migrated to the cities, and security is tougher now. Police systems and other law systems were established, and J.E.M wouldn't dare such a bold move.

He turned the page, rolling his eyes. 

NAME: Unknown

AGE: Between 19 - 25

RANK: Unknown

Whereabouts: Unknown, last sighted in Gangnam, Tugu Stationery

Yifan didn't bother to read on. The MSK, he thought, really sucked at finding information, huh. They couldn't even find out his name or rank and exact his age.Ah, whatever. It's only a minor issue anyway. Destroying him will be easy.

'Come in.' 

Yifan entered the spacious and luxurious office, bowing 90 degrees.

The man that occupied the large seat nodded to acknowledge him. Yifan knew he must be around his fifties now, at least, but it disturbed him how he still gave off a energetic and intimidating aura, as if he wasn't starting to have wrinkles and white hair.

He gestured to Yifan, eyeing him curiously, following his every change in movement. Though he himself have also mastered the eye gaze, he always felt intimidated and scared when M did it. Maybe it reminded him of that day.

'So, what do you think of your new assignment?'

Yifan kept his face blank. 'Easy. It will take less than a week to capture the boy.'

M smiled, amused. Yifan also wished he could do that, but he was scared to give his real emotions away. And he didn't know what his real emotions were himself.

'Why do you call him boy? He is only three years younger than you.'

So they did know his age. But they didn't say so in the report. Yifan cursed himself as a muscle twitched above his brow. Luckily, M didn't seem to notice. Or rather, he did, but pretended not to notice. After all, his every single action was carefully planned out, and he knew that the information he was giving away wasn't in the file.

The only way to remain non suspicious was to question him. 'it was stated that Huang Zi Tao was any age between nineteen to twenty-five.'

M seemed to grin wider at this. 'Exactly. So why call him a boy?'

He didn't answer my question, Yifan realized.

'But age doesn't matter in this investigation. Start as soon as possible, and I want him dead before next week. Seven days is enough isn't it? Now, go.'

He dismissed him by waving his hands as if shooing away a dog, and swiveled around in his leather wheelie chair to face the large bulletproof window. 

Yifan bowed before leaving, avoiding the stare of the guard outside.