moonchild. | meanie

[1_mission]

A shadow slid across the street.

Moving so fast that its movement was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

There was no one there to even catch his movements, anyway, besides a few drunk men wandering in the dilapidated streets.

The shadow slid into a dark narrow alley. And he looked up.

Light flooded from the window above.

The target's at home.

And what's better, the window was thrown wide open.

A low chuckle escaped wonwoo's lips. The flickering lamplight illuminated his breath coming in contact with the chilly air, turning instantly into tendrils of white smoke.

"This is TQ903. At the target's location," he informed the HQ.

"This is HQ, we rodger that, TQ903. Target's location is as predicted ?"

Wonwoo nods. "Yes. Target is in the building."

The target was stupid enough to not even close his window, knowing that he's already been blacklisted by The Government.

Of course, its not as if he was going to get robbed.

Even so, wonwoo was no ordinary robber.

"Then proceed as planned."

"Rodger that."

Or as one can say, he was a robber who robbed lives.

The boy looked around. The house opposite was empty.

He leaped soundlessly onto a large covered trashcan in front the target's back door. He jumped again, and kicked off the wall, landing on the balcony opposite the target's apartment, all in absolute silence.

Getting up from his crouched position, wonwoo climbed onto the balcony's railing. He grabbed the edge of the roof, effortlessly swinging himself up.

He rolled onto the flat roof of the building, steadying himself before lying flat on the floor. He then proceeded to unzip his hoodie, revealing a gun slung around his back.

Wonwoo propped himself up on the roof's edge, weapon in hand. He spots the target through the open window.

The target was lounging on the couch, watching television. There were bottles of beer around him and one in his hand.

Clearly, he was completely unaware of his oncoming demise.

"This is TQ903. Target engaged," the shadowed figure on the roof muttered, index finger curling around the trigger. "Permission to fire."

"This is HQ, coast is clear. Permission granted."

A small gust of wind blew around.

The window's curtain fluttered, alternating the target in and out of wonwoo's sight.

He smirked.

Looks like finishing off this target was gonna get a lot more interesting than he thought.

The ignorant man in his living room wasn't even aware that the wind was helping him delay his death.

But not for long.

The hooded man waited for the curtain to block the target once again.

Once the target was back in sight, he tugged his finger backwards.

Softly, just a whisper of wind, was the sound of something flying through the air.
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"This is TQ903. Target down."

"Good work, TQ903. Mission successful. Make your way back to HQ immediately. Ensure that you are alone and no one is able to track you."

"Rodger that. Reporting back to HQ in fifteen."

Wonwoo packed his weapon and slipped away under the cover of darkness, heading back to HQ on foot. Taking the subway or any form of public transportation could mean possible exposure of his weapon to the general public. He will even be recorded in the subway cctv.

Meanwhile on foot, tracking him was difficult.

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A few days later, news of a man found dead in his own home with a dart (containing traces of lethal poison) in his neck spread around the neighbourhood. No one knew the victim. With no evidence of a break-in, and no witnesses, the case was closed and reported as suicide.
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heyy thanks for reading this and i hope you'll like the next chapters. they will have a more relaxed and cheerful atmosphere than this one as this is just a prologue hehe~

have a great day ♡

》yx :>