"So if we head down this street, keep to the side... people are dumb they won't notice. We'll take the left there... then we'll head around this way here. There's a safe house that Jin secured, wait. Jin- You did secure it didn't you?" Namjoon asked as they all stood around holding a map and making their plan for when they arrive.
"Yes, yes I did. But like I said when you asked me the last twenty seven times- It won't be safe for long. Only till I get a hold of this contact. Or till they get a hold of me." Jin replied, slightly annoyed he was asked the same question again.
The safe house they made it to once they landed was just a storage room that was rarely used in the subway system that ran under the city.
"We are not going to be able to do much here." Namjoon said as he looked around the small space.
"So, we'll stay small till Jin gets in touch with his contact. No big deal." Yoongi replied as he climbed up on a box in the corner and laid out a blanket and pillows. "Let's just rest for now... jet lag is kicking my ass." He added as he flopped onto the blanket, pull one side over him and snuggling his head against his pillow.
The youngest three also set up their beds as Hoseok, Namjoon and Jin set up some equipment, mainly a few wire taps and surveillance cameras so they could monitor the subway. This way they could tell if someone was coming and have time to move- quickly. Jin also tapped into the internet connection and pulled his laptop into his lap.
"So you weren't really clear on this contact you had." Namjoon said as he sat down across from Jin. Jin looked up from his laptop and sighed.
"Alright, so I told you guys that about three months ago something I tapped into finally gave me the hit I needed. You and Yoongi knew I was actually talking to a source a few years ago. Someone who had skills... well... the source is dead. But three months ago I got an automatic message he must have set up before he was killed. He warned me of some things, and told me that someone would contact me as soon as they found his laptop. So I guess he was leaving it for someone, that person has been taking a long ass time to message me though." Jin started to explain.
"So we're waiting on an unreliable source?" Hoseok questioned as he joined them, over hearing their conversation.
"No. I searched up the guy I was in contact it- Sure enough... he died. He was driving somewhere, something made him drive off a bridge and into the water below. He was in the car with another family member, the reports say that person made it out- barely. I guess he saved his family member before he saved himself. But the driving off the bridge is not something this guy seems like he would do- Not willingly." Jin replied.
"So you think something happened?" Namjoon asked.
"No. I know something happened. I checked the cameras that had view of the bridge, it looked like he had lost control. I don't know exactly how- but I plan on finding out." Jin answered.
"So this trip is for revenge? Or?" Hoseok asked, a smirk on his little face.
"Also no." Jin replied.
"Well then why the hell are we here? I didn't exactly get the full run down." Hoseok pouted a bit. Jin sighed and looked at Hoseok.
"We're here to kick in the big bad's door- but before we get there we need to kick in a few smaller doors. And we need help from whoever my contact intended for me to meet with. It's been a few years but I hope I hear from them soon." Jin explained briefly.
"In other words, Jin's contact informed him that someone else would contact him should something happen to him- since Jin is well aware something did happen, he is expecting this other contact to contact him. Sound about right?" Namjoon explained then checked with Jin to be sure.
"Pretty much." Jin responded.
"Well, till Jin hears from this contract- we should rest and keep watch here." Namjoon informed them. They nodded and obeyed, trusting Jin with whatever was going to be tossed their way.
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(Ell's POV)
I didn't want to do this.... I really, REALLY didn't want to be here. But I had to... I needed to know why he'd see him, why he went to him and kept it from me. So here I was, 5pm on a Thursday night standing in the lobby of the giant corporation that I hated the most. When I entered the receptionist gave me the usual stank eye she'd given to many who wander in here. I was use to it, so I walked right up to get the usual snarky greeting.
"Welcome to Aestro Corp. How can I help you this evening?"
"I'm here to see Mr. Windrow." I said as calmly as I could muster. As usual the woman looked me over, cocking her eyebrow a bit.
"Do you have an appointment?" She asked with the same snarky tone as before.
"No I do not have a formal appointment. Just tell him his daughter would like to speak with him." I said as I gritted my teeth. I really didn't want to be here.. acknowledging him as my father was enough to make me feel like I was going to vomit. The woman was still snarky, she huffed and picked up her phone behind her desk. She pressed some numbers and waited a moment, she then spoke into the phone quietly, turning in her chair as she whispered with whoever was on the other end. She turned back around and hung up the phone.
"Mr. Windrow is very busy, but he will see you for a few minutes." She said as she waved me on to the elevators. The guards there nodded as I walked over. They looked to the receptionist who had also given them a nod. I rode the quiet elevator alone, up to the 16th floor, the elevator stopped, the doors opened and I walked down the long dark gray hallway to a sitting area and another receptionist. This woman was older, she still was pretty though.
"Mr. Windrow said to bring you in." She said as she got up and encouraged me to follow her. I did just that, walking behind her as she walked down and opened the two large double doors that greeted us just to the side of her desk. She walked in about three paces, I walked up past her and when I did she left- shutting the doors behind me.
The room looked the same as I remember, maybe a little more updated. It was still Gray, it still had large tinted windows at the back, his desk was still large and black, he still had a black leather sofa to the right side, he still had the two black leather chairs in front of his desk, still had the bookshelves along the walls on the right and left, still had the closet on the left side where he kept extra suits, just in case. He still had a door on the right near the front that led to a bathroom... his rug had changed, the floor had change- no longer a dark carpet, it was now light wooden floors and his ceiling light was now white and had brighter lights. He had more pictures along the book cases too- ones of his second family, ones of the lies he told, and absolutely none of me or Jason.
"And what brings you by?" He asked as he finally turned in his big office chair like some super villain... to me, that's exactly what he was.
"I just wanted to talk.." I said as I stepped a little closer.
"I offered you a life, you chose other things." He said gruffly.
"No, you offered to buy my silence. I've kept silent, Jason kept silent. We never went to the tabloids about us, about your first family." I corrected him.
"You brother could have worked here, could have done better. He chose to reject my offer, and look where that got him." He said with a touch of venom in his voice.
"Don't..." I warned. "He made the right choice, I get why you couldn't show up. But did you have to send some random guy to check on me? Why didn't you come and see if I was okay on your own? Too ashamed?" I questioned.
"You know damn well what would have happened if anyone witnessed me visiting a young woman. They have twisted it into something horrible."
"Or, you could have been a father and actually called at least.... Unless they have your phones all tapped too?" I asked. He shook his head at me.
"You wouldn't understand... but is this why you're here?" He asked. I sighed, trying to supress all the things I'd wanted to say to him.
"No."
"Then why come here? Are you in need of money?" He asked, his snarky tone made his blank cold and emotionless expression even more infuriating.
"No. I came to ask you about something-" I said as I finally sat down in one of those chairs in front of his desk. He leaned forward, seeming bored as he sorted through some papers.
"What happened to mother?" I asked him with a blank face.
The whole room was silent.
Except for the loud pounding of my heart. I thought I could handle this truth, I thought I'd be ready to know..... After so long, but would he tell me the truth?...