(Y/N) finished her shift at 6 PM and made her way to the hotspot. She changed multiple cabs and bus to not give away her real location. She got off the last cab in front of a coaching centre and then walked to the location. She wore the leather gloves she always kept in her bag and covered her head with the hood of her jacket. After arriving to the location, a familiar abandoned 3 storey building came in her view. She looked around for any signs of suspicious activities. After making sure that no room for doubt was left, she took a deep breath and made her way behind the building through the small alley.

She invited herself in through the small window. She looked around while brushing off the dust on her clothes. She made her way to the second floor and then to the terrace. The soft wind played with her hairs while inhaling the fresh air had pushed her in the abyss of serenity. She felt at so much ease that she forgot the reason she was there for a few moments. She opened her eyes and looked around for the familiar envelope she had seen in the picture received by Aura. 

She pushed aside the rock which was put to weigh the envelope down and got up with it in her hand. She examined the envelope for any clues or suspicious marks. She tore open the envelope and read the details inked down on the high-quality paper. (Y/N) could tell that whoever had inked down those details, had an amazing penmanship. She rose the letter in faint sunlight to look for a logo of the manufacturer. She could tell by touch that it was Hanji paper. It was written by a fountain pen, an expensive one at that. She stopped examining the paper and moved to the details.

Target's name: Nam Hyun-Shik

[Imaginary name]

Hmm, I've heard of this name somewhere.

Appearance: in mid 20s, blonde hair, well-built body, height around 5'8, business attire

Reason for assassination: blackmailing and double crossing

Committed crimes: rape, scams, drug trafficking, child-trafficking, human-trafficking, money laundering.

Looks like some local fish but it's still worth a shot and I haven't done any assassination since many weeks so let's get it??

Yeah, let's get this.

Spot: backyard of abandoned building on st.42
Time: 11:55 PM

Requested by: BangTan

(Y/N) rose her eyebrow at the name of the notorious mafia group. She doubted the situation. What if this isn't just for the sake of killing Nam? What if this is a trap? Well, whatever it is, it will surely be fun.

Payment will be given as per your wish.

Hmm...500 thousands??a million??2 million??4 million??

(Y/N) looked around once again. She spotted a matchbox on the ground. She picked it up and lit up a match. She burned the envelope and letter. After making sure that the paper was completely turned into ashes, she left. She texted her friend about the new task and asked if he was interested.

On her way back, she again took a bus, then a taxi, then walked a few yards, then again took a bus, then walked to home. While walking back home, (Y/N) asked for Aura's help in finding out more information about Nam Hyun-Shik. She had some homework to do so she did not want to waste her time.

"Aura, find out about this man called Nam Hyun-Shik. He surely has some criminal record. I recall hearing his name somewhere. First search in police database then use other sources." (Y/N) commanded nonchalantly.

"Should I use dark web and VPN?"

"Yep. There's no way we can go forward without that. Inform me once you acquire enough intel." Then she called Jackson to make him play a role in her play.

"Hello?"

"Wang, are you free tonight?"

"Why? Are you coming over?"

"Kind of. I wanted some help."

"Your words, my command, your majesty. Tell me how can I help?"

"You have to do something you are very good at. Acting. You have to do something to get me out of mansion before 9 o' clock."

"Easy. Will do. Should I call or pick you up?"

"Call will do. I'll handle the rest."

"Sure thing. See you at home, Ms. Kim."

"Likewise, Mr. Wang." 

The call ended and (Y/N) could see the familiar gates in front of her.

Her steps halted before the giant gates as she waited for them to wide open. She smiled and waved at the two guards brightly which made the strean-faced man smile a bit. She walked in with her mind clouded by the thoughts of assassination. She was so zoned out that she almost did not notice the shiny black cars which were surrounding the beautiful fountain. She snapped her head back at those cars and her eyes widen when she saw a distinctive logo on it, a logo which she had seen many times due to her line of work. 

The Eagles

A drug cartel. Allied with small gangs in small eastern countries, they do the work of ruining the youth of Korea. Not only they import drugs but use the information of their consumers to blackmail them and earn more money. Since their consumers are mostly the people of high-status families and their reputation being dear to them, a good amount of money is guaranteed, as long as they do not reveal their identities. If they do, it will not take long until an assassin knocks on their door. 

(Y/N) wanted to take a photo of the car so badly but decided it was better not to. She wondered why they were here. Did they have any business with the Kim? even if they did, what kind of business it could've been. The 'eagles' is an illegal organization. Therefore, this may not be any legal business. Was that to mean that Mr. Kim was involved in illegal business? 

Or one of the prominent personalities of Korea was involved with Eagles and Mr. Kim was doing business with them. Only two possibilities. Either Mr. Kim Jong-Hyun is doing illegal business or is doing business with someone else who is involved in drug trafficking. One has more chances of being the reality than the other.

Being the skeptical person she is, she decided to take a look into the matter after her work was over. She walked up to the front door and was about to ring the bell when a butler came up to her.

"Young miss. The young masters have requested you to stay outside while they're in the meeting. I apologise for the inconvenience." The butler informed and bowed.

"No, it's really fine." She smiled, "I haven't seen the garden and the vaunted preservatory of rare species of plants of the Kim household yet. Would you mind showing me around?"

"It would be my pleasure, young miss." He said and gestured her to walk in the opposite direction as he followed behind.

"So, who were your precious guests if I may ask." (Y/N) said as she entered the kitchen, announcing her presence aloud. All the brothers were present there.

"They are our business partners. Nothing more." Namjoon blankly replied.

(Y/N) hummed and took a seat beside Taehyung. "I must say, their cars were fine. Spotless and shiny!" She acted out a chef's kiss.

"I assume you haven't seen our car collection yet." Jungkook spoke in a sassy tone.

(Y/N) rose her eyebrows in amusement, "Oh, I haven't but nothing bad in complimenting others, right?" She turned to Jin, "Working on weekends, wasn't it a hectic day?"

"Same goes to you." Jimin said. "Working on weekends."

"I had to complete some important tasks. But what about you? you did not even offer the guests to have dinner. So rude!"

"We did, but as they had to attend other evening affairs, they could not possibly stay any longer." Yoongi replied in a flat tone.

"Fair enough. By the way, who were they?" (Y/N) asked, in hopes that they would reply flatly so she would not have to make efforts to hack into the database for CCTV footages.

"None who may concern you." Yoongi replied, his eyes never diverting away from his phone screen. (Y/N) smiled.

"Aren't you a bit too much talkative today, dear?" Taehyung asked from beside. 

"Was trying to be friendly. Guess nice people aren't tolerated in this world anymore." (Y/N) exclaimed dramatically as she sunk down in her seat. 

"Such a clown you're, aren't you?" Namjoon said with a silly smile on his face.

(Y/N) laughed. Her head leaning backwards. She stopped and leaned on the table, "Tell me, Mr. Namjoon. Doesn't everyone love clowns? They make you laugh with their silly tricks. Being a clown is incomprehensibly... beautiful. I feel honoured." 

"I wonder how long it will take before you're in a mental asylum." Hoseok muttered.

"Oh, I swear. I would not like to go back in there so soon!" (Y/N) said with a horrified expressions.

Suddenly it was quiet in the room. Everyone was staring at her, contemplating if she was just bluffing or she had been to an asylum.  (Y/N) giggled seeing their expression and got up. "I am a nice actor, aren't I?" She stretched her hands above her head before walking out saying, "Ah, I wonder if I can pursue an acting career. I, no doubt, have the looks to be one."

"Namjoon, are you sure she isn't the run away from an asylum?" Hoseok asked his brother with an unsure look on his face.

"My informant did not mention anything like that." Namjoon replied, staring at the place where (Y/N) was sat second ago in a daze.

"I swear Joon, your informant is making up stories. Check her past once again and I bet 100 dollars you will find her history with mental illness." Hoseok stated. 

"Miss, young masters are calling you for dinner." The maid informed her.

"Oh.. I'll be down in a second." (Y/N) said and closed the door as she leaned on it.

I swear Jackson if I fail, I'm going to take you down with me.

"Good evening, Folks!" (Y/N) announced her present as always as she walked in the room.

"Good evening. We'd appreciate it more if you speak a little bit more softly." Namjoon stated with a straight face.

(Y/N) gave him a tight smile, "Did not know this house had a sound limit." she sassed, "Anyway, what do we have for dinner today?" She said and sat down beside Yoongi.

"Aren't you getting too comfortable too quickly?" She heard from beside.

"I thought home is ought to be the place where you're most comfortable. This is my home, or am I mistaken?" (Y/N) asked in an unsure tone while maintaining a strong eye contact with him. She wanted to make him realise what he really meant behind his words by asking him question which made him reflect on his own words. Nothing much dramatic, just a little tactic used by manipulators. Can be called 'Gaslighting' in some situations. 

"Let's eat our dinner, shall we?" Jin interfered, sensing the tension build up. (Y/N) looked at him and nodded, "I'm hungry."

Before even her plate was served, her phone started ringing. "Please excuse me." She muttered before getting up and going outside of the room. She read the caller ID and sighed, picking up the call.

"(Y/N)! she broke up with me! She cheated on me with that giraffe!" Jackson yelled dramatically through the phone. Bishop, you don't even have a girlfriend!

"What? really? I can't believe she did that. I had already warned you about her, didn't I? Don't cry, Wang. I'll be there in fifteen. Meanwhile, eat ice-cream or something. But leave some for me. I'm coming." (Y/N) said in a tone a caring best friend would use in this situation.

She turned around and saw Yoongi standing there, with a blank face. 

"I'm sorry but I'll have to go somewhere to attend some evening affairs." (Y/N) replied in the same tone Yoongi had used before. 

"No. You're not going anywhere." Yoongi declined.

"But why?!" (Y/N) whined.

"What is happening there, Yoongi?" Jin's voice could be heard as he yelled from the dining room.

"Our little sister wants go outside at night, alone." Yoongi spoke, emphasising the word alone.

(Y/N) glared at Yoongi.

"Guys, c'mon. I am an adult. I can drive and go wherever I want. Please, my best friend needs me. He is going through a hard time at the moment." (Y/N) whined.

"First of all, no and second of all, HE?" Jin asked.

"Is this the Wang you kept talking with at the wedding?" Jungkook asked.

"Yes, he is the one." (Y/N) spoke.

"Why do you want to go there?" Jin asked.

"To have a sleepover? he is going through the post breakup depression." (Y/N) stated.

"Guys." Namjoon interfered, "Let her go." Thank you! "We will send our butler with her. He can drop her there. No safety issues." WHY?

"YES. That's perfect. Now I shall take your leave." (Y/N) said and ran away before there was any room for anymore arguments.

Barrett M82. One of the best sniper gun/rifle. It costs around 8,500$. (Y/N) got off her bicycle before a yard away from St. 42. The rifle was inside a guitar case. (Y/N) held the case effortlessly as she looked for the building she had located in the map. Perfect to aim. She took a glance at her wristwatch flashing 11:45 PM. She took a deep breath before climbing the stairs to the rooftop. She looked around a bit, checking if there were any keen eyes at look out. She took out her cell phone and opened the camera. She scanned her entire surrounding to check for the CCTV cameras and any other camera. After making sure that there were no other surveillance except CCTVs that she had marked, she put the guitar case down and took out an old keypad phone then texted her friend,

You wanna play? 

More than ever.

Came the response. She chuckled and climbed down the rooftop. You opened the map of the area and looked around for the main source of internet distribution in this area. The building that hosted the main source for Wi-Fi. You felt the vibration of the keypad phone and you immediately turned off the power supply of the entire area. You walked through the moonlit alleys in hopes of getting to the source of Wi-Fi. You spotted the building. She went up to the door and entered the password by guessing it off fingerprints and faded numbers. Now all you needed to do was just to get to the main system and penetrate the router to get the data of every single security surveillance data, so as to delete it. 

You started your work and, in few minutes, you were done as passwords were so lame and the security of the network was as good as nothing. You deleted the footage of almost every single camera in the area of last one hour and turned off the recording for next ten minutes. She sneakily got out as she heard footsteps. Probably a security guard.

(Y/N) waited for the signal as she stood before the utility pole, having the electricity box opened just for her to turn the power supply off. Her cell phone vibrated and she flicked the switch, cutting off the power supply and immediately she heard a gun shot. It was her cue. She started to walk towards her bicycle, in process of removing the SIM card and breaking it in half. She moved a bit faster as she heard doors opening and clatter of people. 

In next fifteen minutes, she was far from the crime scene. Totally innocent. She did not do anything. Maybe. Just maybe she did delete some data and turned off the power supply of an area. Nothing else. Everything was the Shadow's work. Not hers.

And in the next half hour, she was in front of Jackson's door. 

"Any calls?" She asked as she plopped herself down the couch. She was not stupid enough to take her phone or anything that could get her tracked with her on the crime scene.

"7 texts so far. Each from different person." Jackson said nonchalantly as he laid his legs on her lap. 

"Ooo, who are they?"

"Your brothers."

Well, everything went well, and I am safe. Let's see tomorrow's headlines. "Popular dealer Nam Hyun-Shik, who was also accused of murders and many crimes was assassinated last night on st.42 right after a blackout at 11:54."

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