Brimstone stood in the heart of the command center, his steely gaze fixed on the towering array of monitors that flickered with an array of mission data. The dim glow of the screens cast a faint halo around his rugged silhouette, emphasizing the gravity of his responsibility as the overseer of the Protocol's critical operations. Despite the low hum of activity within the room, a palpable tension seemed to envelop Brimstone, manifesting as a slight furrow etched across his weathered brow. His brows knitted together as he absorbed the mission updates flashing before his eyes, his jaw set in a resolute line, betraying the unease stirring within him.

As Brimstone's gaze remains fixed on the monitors. The camera discreetly captures the concern etched on his weathered features. Just then, Jett, with her trademark energy, bursts into the command room, a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

Jett's voice is laced with genuine worry as she offers the coffee to Brimstone. "Here, Brim. You look like you could use this. What's wrong?"

Brimstone's sigh is heavy with apprehension as he grapples with the unsettling situation. "It's about Viper and (Y/n)."

Jett's curiosity is piqued as she leans in closer. "Oppa!? What about him?"

Brimstone's response is laced with a mix of concern and frustration. "They are late. It's been 15 minutes since their estimated arrival, and there's no sign of them."

Jett's concern momentarily gives way to amusement as she recalls an anecdote about (Y/n)'s tendency to misinterpret time. "Don't worry too much, Brim. You know how Oppa is. Remember the time when we had that training at 2 p.m., and Oppa showed up at 2 a.m.? He thought 'p.m.' stood for 'Past Midnight,' and there he was, waiting for all of us in the wee hours of the morning." Her giggle breaks the tension in the room.

Brimstone's sigh deepens, his worry still palpable. "If it's only (Y/n), I probably wouldn't be so concerned. But we're talking about Viper here. And Viper, she's never late."

Jett's initial light-heartedness fades as she too begins to comprehend the gravity of the situation. "Now that you mention it, yeah... Viper was never late. So, have you tried to contact them?"

Brimstone's expression remains tense as he displays the conversation thread between him and Viper on the screen, sharing the troubling update with Jett.

"I did. I texted her a message via our secure com link. This is what she said," Brimstone explains, showing Jett the screen containing his recent conversation with Viper.

B: Mission update?

Jett hums thoughtfully, taking in the message. "Well, she said she'll be late."

Brimstone's concern deepens as he emphasizes, "That was 30 minutes ago."

Jett's expression shifts to concern, mirroring Brimstone's apprehension. "Oww, that is concerning."

Brimstone's resolve is unwavering as he decides, "I need to get to the bottom of this." Turning to Killjoy, who is diligently working at her console, Brimstone seeks her assistance. "Killjoy, could you give us a live feed on their truck location? I need to see if it's really traffic or not."

Killjoy, with a determined nod, swiftly accesses the live feed, projecting it onto the large screen in the command room for everyone to see.

Jett observes the traffic blocking the truck's path and remarks, "This seems like good proof, right?"

Brimstone's doubt lingers, his intuition telling him that something might be amiss. "I feel like we're missing something here."

Jett, deep in thought, offers a suggestion. "I think I have an idea. May I?" She gestures toward the communication console that Brimstone had used to contact Viper.

Brimstone nods in agreement, allowing Jett to proceed with her plan.

With a determined glint in her eye, Jett swiftly types a message on the console, her fingers flying across the keys with purpose.

B: Could you tell (Y/n) that his Jett Beef Special is ready? He needs to be here fast if he wants it.

Brimstone watches with a puzzled expression, questioning, "And how is that going to help us?"

Jett, undeterred, responds confidently, "Just wait, trust me on this."

A response from the other end soon arrives, displaying Viper's message on the console.

V: He said to save some for him. We're going to be stuck for a while.

Brimstone's confusion lingers as he questions, "So? What does that give us?"

Jett's expression changes, realization dawning on her. "Brim, I don't know how to tell you this. But you are right. That was not our Viper and (Y/n)."

Brimstone's concern grows as he demands, "What!? How did you know that?"

Jett's certainty solidifies as she explains, "Because our (Y/n) wouldn't wait. If I said 'Beef Special,' he would fly with his hammer straight to the cafeteria in seconds."

The gravity of the situation begins to sink in for Brimstone, the realization that their teammates might be in serious trouble settling heavily in the room. As Brimstone's realization hits, he swiftly pushes the red alarm in the room, triggering a chorus of blaring sirens that reverberate throughout the entire headquarters, signaling an immediate threat.

Brimstone's voice cuts through the chaos, from the intercom his commanding attention, "CODE RED! We've been compromised. Every agent reports to the briefing room. Now!"

Jett, her voice laced with panic, presses for answers, "Brimstone, what's going on?"

Brimstone's expression hardens with determination as he confirms, "Someone managed to infiltrate our secure system."

Jett's concern deepens as she watches the situation unfold. Brimstone turns to Killjoy, giving her a crucial task, "Killjoy, something is wrong with that live feed. Try to see if that was fake or not."

Killjoy swiftly nods, diving into her work, her fingers flying across the keyboard in a blur. As she investigates, the live feed on the screen transforms, revealing that their truck is nowhere to be seen, confirming the intrusion.

Jett, her voice filled with realization, exclaims, "아이구 (Oh my God)."

Brimstone, his mind racing with urgency, issues rapid instructions to Killjoy, "Contact every agent on the field right now and tell them to report back to the HQ. We've been compromised, and we can't afford more casualties."

Jett's voice trembles with apprehension as she poses the question that weighs heavily on their minds, "Casualties!? Are you saying Oppa and Viper are—"

Brimstone's tone remains resolute, "We don't know yet. But we'll find them. And let's pray to God that we're not too late."

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As the optical lens captures the dire situation under the debris. The debris looms over them, a weighty reminder of their perilous circumstance. Viper's breaths come in labored gasps, her body weakened by the severity of her injury. (Y/n), positioned atop her, fighting against the weight of the massive brick on his back, with his face facing hers, he braces himself with unwavering determination, his muscles taut and trembling from the strain. (Y/n) knew if he gave it up, the brick would collapse on them, ending their live in short seconds.

With a keen awareness of their dire predicament, Viper surveys their surroundings, her mind racing despite her weakened state. Blood continues to trickle from (Y/n)'s head, each drop finding its way onto Viper's cheek, a stark illustration of their shared struggle. It becomes clear to her that time is not on their side, and the futility of (Y/n)'s efforts becomes increasingly apparent.

The scene is bathed in a tense stillness, the weight of the debris a physical manifestation of the mounting pressure they face. Viper, her senses heightened by the urgency of the situation, grapples with the reality that their survival is teetering on the brink. (Y/n), though steadfast in his determination, grapples with the undeniable limitations of his physical strength.

Viper, her voice strained but resolute, urges (Y/n) to relinquish the burden, "(Y/n), You need to let go."

(Y/n), his teeth gritted in resolve, refuses to yield, adamant that they will be rescued, "I won't... let it... crush us. Hang in there, Viper."

Despite his conviction, Viper sees through his facade, noting the trembling of his hands and the strain etched across his face. She implores him to reconsider, recognizing the futility of his efforts in their dire predicament, "You're just wasting your strength."

(Y/n), fueled by unwavering hope, refuses to give in, countering her words with determination, "No, I'm not... Brim and the others... They will be here... They will rescue us. Don't give up."

Viper, her voice growing weaker, continues to reason with him, fully aware of their limited time, "It would be an hour or more before they could get to us. Look at you. Your hands are shaking. And your body, it's reaching its limits."

(Y/n)'s resolve wavers slightly as he grapples with the weight above them, the strain evident in every fiber of his being. Viper, sensing his internal struggle, seeks to reassure him, "Just let go... It's okay."

(Y/n), meeting Viper's gaze with unwavering determination, tries to rally her spirit, "C'mon, Viper. This... is not you! You... don't give up!"

Her voice growing faint, acknowledges the reality of their situation, "I don't. I just know when I'm beaten."

Straining under the weight but refusing to surrender, (Y/n) insists, "We're not beaten! ...Not yet... Not until... I stop breathing!"

With her strength waning, Viper releases a weak laugh, conceding to (Y/n)'s relentless spirit, "Suit yourself."

The silence hangs heavy as Viper's condition deteriorates, her body succumbing to the weight of the situation. (Y/n), aware of the gravity of the moment, strives to keep her conscious, "Hey! Don't you dare to sleep on me!"

His urgency is palpable, understanding that Viper's survival hinges on her ability to stay awake.

But her voice was barely audible, trying to assure him, "I'll try..."

Attempting to lighten the mood despite the dire circumstances, (Y/n) grunts in pain before expressing a seemingly mundane desire, "Oh God, I really wish I had ice cream this morning. If I had, I might have more energy by now."

Viper, hearing (Y/n)'s mention of a wish, inquires, prompting him to reveal his innermost desires, "(Y/n)... tell me. If you could have one wish granted right now. Whatever ridiculous your wish is. What would you wish for?"

Struggling to conjure a profound wish, he responds with a touch of whimsy, "An ice cream."

Managing a smile despite her weakening state, Viper recognizes his genuine and uncomplicated nature, "That was so you."

(Y/n), intrigued by Viper's unexpected wish, prods, "How about you? What would you wish for?"

Her voice barely above a whisper, reveals a poignant desire, "Me? I want to see the sunset one last time from that lighthouse..."

Taken aback by her response, (Y/n) expresses his confusion, "Sunset? Lighthouse? What kind of wish was that!? I... thought your wish was going to be like world domination or something."

Viper, her strength fading, questions his perception of her, "Is that how you see me?"

Contemplating the question, he responds with a playful anecdote, "Not really. But... Reyna always said that you secretly carved for world domination."

Mustering a weak chuckle, she engages in their light banter despite their dire circumstances, "And you trust her?"

(Y/n), reflecting on his relationship with Reyna, concedes with a touch of humor, "I don't know. She gives me sweets sometimes. So yeah... maybe I do trust her."

Viper, teasing him further, suggests, "If I gave you sweets too, would you trust me more than her?"

Playing along, he counters with a hint of mischief, "That depends on what kind of sweet we're talking about here."

After Viper's smile. A brief silence settles between them, but this time, it is Viper who breaks it, "Watching a sunset..."

"Watching a sunset?" (Y/n) was a bit confused by Viper's remark.

"That's my hobby... Back in the truck, you asked me what I do in my free time. Well... I loved to do that." She confessed.

(Y/n) with a tender question keep the conversation going, "Hey, Viper. If we somehow get out of this mess, can I see the sunset with you?"

Viper, surprised by his request, queries his motivation, "You? You want to see a sunset?"

(Y/n), revealing a poetic side, explains with sincerity, "Yeah... Phoenix told me that the sunset is the result of the sky's attempt to flirt with the earth, causing the colors to blush and change. I want to see how the sky flirts."

Unable to contain her laughter, she accepts his proposition, "Sure... Why not."

(Y/n), determined, solidifies their agreement, "It's a promise then!"

Her strength waning, she concedes, "It is... Now, if you excuse me, (Y/n)... I would like to close my eyes for a little."

Viper's eyelids droop shut, her final sight before surrendering to unconsciousness is (Y/n) shouting her name in the chaos that surrounds them. As Viper's consciousness slipped away, the chaotic world around her faded into a muted symphony of distant sounds. (Y/n)'s voice, a constant anchor amid the turmoil, reached her one last time, echoing through the shadows that enveloped her senses.

"Viper! Viper, stay with me!" (Y/n)'s urgent pleas were a lifeline in the darkness, his determination refusing to surrender to the encroaching despair.

In the midst of the wreckage, where concrete and steel entwined in a tragic embrace, a profound stillness settled, embracing the two agents entangled in fate's merciless grip. Their journey, marked by the highs and lows of camaraderie and conflict, now reached a poignant climax as their unbreakable faced its most arduous trial.

For (Y/n), every passing moment felt like an eternity, his will to fight slowly succumbing to the overwhelming weight of their predicament. Despite his relentless efforts, the massive debris pressed down relentlessly, threatening to snuff out the last flicker of hope.

His vision blurred, the edges of his consciousness wavered, and the weight on his back felt unbearable. Viper's fragile form lay beneath him, her once resolute spirit now a fragile ember teetering on the brink of extinguishment. (Y/n)'s fingers, slick with sweat and blood, trembled as he struggled to maintain his tenuous grip on the crumbling remains of their sanctuary.

Amid the darkness, where time ceased to hold sway, (Y/n)'s resolve persevered, a testament to the unyielding strength of the human spirit. Memories, a cascade of shared moments and unspoken emotions, surged through his mind, igniting a defiant spark within his soul. The promise of a shared sunset, a testament to their unspoken bond, resonated in the recesses of his consciousness, breathing life into his faltering spirit.

With an unspoken prayer on his lips and Viper's name etched on his heart, (Y/n) summoned every ounce of his fading strength, pushing against the weight of the debris with a final surge of determination. Through the din of chaos and the unyielding darkness, a distant glimmer of light beckoned, a symbol of the unwavering hope that refused to be extinguished.

In the final moments of their shared struggle, (Y/n)'s voice echoed through the abyss, carrying a resolute promise that defied the encroaching shadows.

"I won't... give up..."