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While the other X-Force members made their way inside the building to save Koeun, the Chinese boys struggled with their own side of the mission. Dragging a wounded Haechan out towards their van was no easy task, despite them being two against one.
"Come on!" Seeing their van up ahead, Renjun groaned at no one in particular. His body, especially his shoulders, was starting to ache. His small shoulders weren't enough to support Haechan's weight.
Add to that, being the eldest and more experienced among them- since Haechan couldn't do anything at this point, he had to keep an eye out for enemies that might appear out of nowhere. They were outside, which meant they were most likely to be seen.
"Move faster, Chenle!" He was getting a little frustrated due to the fact that Haechan was losing blood, some even splattered on the ground.
"I'm trying!" The other said through gritted teeth, adjusting his hold of Haechan's arm. Their feet continued to scrape against the gravel, with Haechan's shoes mostly causing the noise.
Renjun got more and more hopeful and eager when they got closer to their van. Unlike their previous mission, Chenle dropped the idea of using an ice cream van as a disguise and provided a black, bulletproof one.
Finally, they had arrived behind their van, with Renjun immediately throwing orders at Chenle. "Open the doors."
The younger one obliged, one hand reaching for the handle. Swinging both doors open, he let Renjun take care of Haechan first and climbed inside. Once he had settled in, he extended his arms to take him. "Come on."
Renjun carefully lifted Haechan in but the latter still hissed and groaned. Chenle grabbed and pulled him in, avoiding his wound at all costs, before letting him sit to lean against the side of the van.
"This seems shittier than I thought." Haechan remarked in between breaths.
"You still have time to throw remarks?" Chenle looked at him unbelievingly as he searched for the medical kit.
Meanwhile, Renjun had slammed the doors close and was about to move towards the driver's seat when somebody fired a shot towards his way all of a sudden. "What the-" To his luck, it hit the side of the van instead of him, but he still slightly cowered and flinched.
"What was that?" Chenle paused for a second when they felt something hit their vehicle.
But Haechan ignored his question, becoming worried about what was about to happen, especially to Renjun. "Renjun?"
The said boy had recovered from flinching and quickly took cover behind the van, leaning against it as he prepared his pistol. He heard Haechan through the earpiece. "Don't worry. Continue with the treatment. I got this." With that, he poked out of his cover and fired two shots.
The person, who was already nearing them, quickly hid himself behind a tree, avoiding the bullets. After the bullets hit the trunk, he took the opportunity to also fire two shots.
Renjun had seen this and went back to lean against the van's doors before it could reach him. Feeling it hit close to his face, he had confirmed who he just saw judging by his physique.
It was the Elites' hacker, Hendery.
Apparently, Hendery had located their unit coming out of the building, and since the rest of his team were out to take the others, he had to take matters to himself.
He fired the rest of his bullets to make sure Renjun wouldn't come out of his cover before sprinting towards their van. If he couldn't shoot him down, might as well knock him out.
Renjun, on the other hand, had let all the shots hit the van first before he braced himself and stepped out of his cover. But upon doing so, the first thing he saw was a black suit, followed by a greeting of sending his gun flying.
Dang it!
Hendery didn't give him any time to retrieve the gun and threw the first punch. Renjun quickly stopped it by grabbing his wrist and tried twisting his arm down. Hendery gritted his teeth at this but folded his other arm to elbow him in the face. The other boy wasn't quick enough to avoid it completely and so it brushed against his cheek and hit the van's door.
Inside, Chenle had already cut a piece of clothing around the wound's area, exposing Haechan's shoulder blade, and was about to pinch the bullet from inside using forseps when the van slightly shook. It ruined his balance and almost shoving the forseps inside.
"Fuck!" Haechan yelped in pain, feeling it digging into his flesh. Blood had oozed more out of the hole.
Chenle muttered curses in Chinese and moved the forseps away as fast as he could. "Sorry." He was frustrated as he couldn't perform the surgery with a situation like this.
Thinking Renjun couldn't handle it by himself, he knew he had to do something.
"Renjun." He called through the earpiece, twisting his torso to reach one of the black duffel bags. Pulling it closer and opening it, he began to rummage inside it.
"I'm busy!" Replied by the other as he continued to fight with Hendery.
"Open the door." Chenle had finally found the object.
"What?" Renjun asked in utter confusion, ducking when Hendery swung his foot to kick him.
"Just trust me." Chenle argued. "You need this."
Renjun was still unconvinced but as of this point, he needed anything that could help him. Standing up, he unlocked the door and slammed it towards Hendery's way, hitting him on the face. This caused him to be unresponsive, giving Chenle time to throw the object at Renjun. "Catch!"
Renjun easily caught it with his hand and instantly realized why Chenle would give it to him when he saw what it was.
Nice.
Without wasting any time, he swiftly closed the door once again, covered his face by his sleeve and let it explode in front of Hendery, emitting a puff of white smoke. Hendery, who didn't know what it was for, had made a mistake of inhaling it, feeling its effects kicking in after a few seconds.
What?
A little later, his eyes became droopy and his limbs jelly. He felt the world spin in his perspective before he finally lost his balance, fainting on the spot.
Watching him land on the ground, Renjun felt satisfaction upon using another of Chenle's inventions.
"That got him, right?" He heard Chenle chuckle. "Told you, you needed it."
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As Chenle continued with the surgery while Renjun drove the van away from the police department, Mark and Jaemin ventured further down the floors of the building, with the tracker as their only lead. They had been following the red dot in Mark's watch, and to their relief, she still wasn't far from the building's perimeters.
The boys were currently walking along a hallway, searching for a faster way to go down the parking lot. "Where to?"
"We need to turn left after that." Mark answered Jaemin's question, pointing at the adjoining hallway at the end.
Nodding at him, they continued to walk briskly, itching to get things done. The both of them had stern looks on their faces as they clutched unto their weapons tightly, feeling the tension that was building up ever since they took a step inside.
It didn't take long for them to reach the end, but upon doing so, it seemed like deja vu happened to the boys. Shots were fired at their way just as they stepped on the adjoining hallway. To their luck, as it had been for them for the past minutes, neither of it hit them.
What the hell?! Since Jaemin was closer to the source of the shots, he pushed Mark behind him to keep him from walking further to his possible death before they hid against the wall. Moving close enough to the corner, he held his MP5 close to him as the shots continued.
"We need to finish this, quick." Mark said as he prepared his pistol.
"No," But Jaemin opposed him, making the older one perplexed. Giving him a glance, he breathed out, already made his decision. "I will finish this." And with that, Jaemin poked his arms and torso out of the wall and began shooting.
The glimpse of the person, whom he was shooting at, dove to take cover behind a corner, swiftly avoiding the bullets.
Seeing how he missed made Jaemin furrow his eyebrows in disappointment, but nonetheless leaned back and talked to Mark. "You need to go, Mark."
But Mark only looked at him in disbelief. "Jaemin, not you too-"
"One of us needs to handle this, and we both know it should be me." Jaemin had argued once again. "Don't worry about me. I can handle this."
Mark had remained silent, his eyes looking back at Jaemin's persuading ones as he gave it a thought. After a few seconds, he finally agreed. "Fine."
This caused Jaemin to smile. "Good. I'll cover you while you go." He motioned towards the left turn they were supposed to go earlier.
With a final nod from Mark, Jaemin took this as a signal to continue firing at the person. Once he did, Mark braced himself before sprinting towards the left. Jaemin made sure no one could take a shot at him, glancing back and forth for reassurance.
Taking the last few shots before he went empty, Jaemin leaned back against the wall, catching up with his breath. When his eyes moved back towards Mark's spot before, he didn't find anyone. This made him sigh in relief, thinking at least he made it.
While Jaemin pulled the cocking handle back and searched for a full magazine around his body, the enemy had already sneaked towards his way, their gun extending out.
What? He exclaimed in his mind when he couldn't find any magazine on his body. His hand quickened to check but only found a single bullet. It made him sigh heavily.
This is better than nothing.
Without any choice left, Jaemin waited by the wall, holding the empty MP5 and needle-like bullet. Come on...
To his content, the person finally emerged in his sight so he quickly tried to knock them off first by the empty gun. However, they saw it coming and blocked his attack by their arms, sending their pistol flying.
Shit! It was unsure who cursed between them. Maybe both of them.
It took them a second to finally recognize each other before the person knocked his gun out of his hand, leaving them both weaponless.
Jaemin was still in a state of surprise but didn't completely let his guard down. In a fast motion, he tried to stab the needle towards them, but he got stopped when they wrapped their hands on his wrist, twisted their body so their back could face him and pulled him down. The poor boy toppled over them and landed on the floor, gasping in pain.
All he could think about at this moment was: what the fuck?
He was in a daze as his eyes stared at the girl that was about to stomp at him. He knew who she was, but he didn't know she could be like this.
It was Hina, one of the Elites.
Coming back to his senses, as her foot was about to make contact with him, he quickly rolled away so it ended up hitting the floor. He stopped when he was on his stomach, slightly lifting himself up to spin himself, extending his leg to strike at hers.
Hina gasped at this, feeling herself lose her balance and fall towards the floor on her side. Her eyes had shut as the pain already sparked her nerves.
Finishing the spin, Jaemin easily went back on his feet, with the bullet still in his hand. Towering over her, he made his way to finish his task, but it seemed like the girl didn't want to yet.
As she was lying down, Hina propped both her hands against the floor and lifted a leg to kick Jaemin by the stomach. It was a hard blow but Jaemin only took steps backwards from the impact and managed to remain standing. She then went back on her feet and threw a punch, however, Jaemin caught her knuckles with one hand.
Gotcha.
He then twisted her arm behind her and finally thrusted the bullet in her neck. Hina's eyes widened at this but couldn't do anything about it as she was already feeling its effects kicking in.
No...
Getting dizzier and dizzier by seconds, Hina's eyes became heavier before fluttering close. The last thing she knew was her body almost collapsing to the floor if it wasn't for a strong pair of arms catching her.
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The fight scenes were really hard to plan and write. I'm sorry if it's not that good.
And are you seeing this? A jaehina moment~ you're welcome!