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The sun hung low in the western sky, casting a warm golden hue that bathed the compound's edges in soft light. Shadows stretched long and sharp across the ground, blending with the growing darkness creeping over the forest. Y/N crouched near the back wall of the middle warehouse, her silenced short gun held firmly in one hand, her other resting lightly on the hilt of her dagger. The air was tense but calm, filled with the faint rustle of leaves in the evening breeze.

Beside her, Suga adjusted the strap of his katana across his back, the faint gleam of the blade catching the last rays of sunlight. His pistol rested securely in its holster, but his hand lingered near the hilt of his dagger, ever ready. RM stood a few steps away, the bag slung over his shoulder shifting slightly as he adjusted it to balance the weight. His sharp eyes scanned their surroundings, taking in every detail of the fading light.

Lay knelt to her right, his silenced gun steady in his grip. His gaze was fixed on the top of the wall, watching for any movement. The golden light reflected faintly in his eyes as he took a deep breath, his composure unwavering.

Y/N's walkie-talkie crackled faintly, and Luhan's voice came through, low but steady. "The other side of the wall is clear for now. You can climb. We've got your backs."

Glancing up at the faint silhouettes perched on the nearby hill and tall trees-Luhan, Taehyung, and Sehun with their sniper rifles-Y/N felt a flicker of reassurance. Their vantage points offered a clear view of the compound, ensuring no movement went unnoticed.

She nodded, signaling Lay to go first. Without hesitation, he stepped forward. Y/N crouched slightly, lacing her fingers together to create a foothold. Lay planted his foot in her hands, and with a quick boost from her, he grabbed the top of the wall. Carefully, he pulled himself up, mindful of the barbed wire at the top. With practiced precision, he swung over and dropped silently onto the other side.

Y/N turned to RM, signaling it was his turn. Suga stepped forward silently, offering his cupped hands this time. RM hesitated briefly, then stepped up, using the boost to grab the top of the wall. He swung over carefully, disappearing into the shadows with Lay.

Now, Suga turned to Y/N, his gaze meeting hers. There was no hesitation, no need for words. She nodded, and he placed his foot on a nearby rock, using it as leverage. With a boost from her, he climbed swiftly, his katana secured as he pulled himself over the wall. He landed on the other side with ease, joining the others.

Y/N exhaled softly, her focus sharpening. She wasn't waiting for assistance. Scanning the area briefly to ensure no sudden movement, she moved.

She backed up a few steps, spotting a jagged rock near the base of the wall. In one fluid motion, she ran forward, placing one foot on the rock. Using it for leverage, she propelled herself upward, her fingers gripping the top of the wall. With practiced strength and agility, she pulled herself up, her body moving smoothly to avoid the barbed wire.

Perched at the top, she glanced down, spotting her team already in position. Without hesitation, she swung herself over and dropped silently to the ground, her knees bending to absorb the impact. She straightened, her gaze meeting Suga's briefly before turning to RM and Lay.

They were in.

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The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the warehouse windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Y/N crouched low, her silenced gun ready, while RM, Suga, and Lay moved in formation behind her. The warehouse was alive with faint murmurs and the occasional scrape of boots on the floor. Thirteen guards were spread out in the large space, some patrolling, others stationed near machinery and makeshift tables.

RM handed out the chloroform-soaked handkerchiefs from his bag, his movements deliberate and quiet. Y/N's sharp gaze locked on the guards as she outlined their strategy in a whisper, her voice barely audible.

"Three groups. Suga and Lay, west side. RM, you're with me for the east. We take down the four near the back wall together. Move fast, move silent."

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Suga and Lay: The West Side

Suga and Lay melted into the shadows, circling behind a group of three guards stationed near a stack of crates.

Suga signaled Lay to move to the left. Lay nodded, stepping silently across the concrete floor. He approached the first guard, his hand clamping over the man's mouth as he pressed the chloroform-soaked cloth to his face. The guard struggled briefly before going limp.

At the same time, Suga moved like a shadow behind the other two guards. He unsheathed his katana, holding it flat against the second guard's neck as he pressed the cloth to his face. The man slumped without a sound.

The third guard turned just in time to see Lay advancing, but before he could react, Suga struck him with the hilt of his katana. The guard crumpled to the ground, unconscious.Lay, already scanning for their next target.

Y/N and RM: The East Side

On the other side of the warehouse, Y/N and RM moved in sync, their footsteps silent against the concrete.

Y/N approached a pair of guards leaning against a wall, their rifles slung lazily over their shoulders. With practiced ease, she crept behind the first, clamping the cloth over his face. RM moved in tandem, taking down the second guard with a swift strike to the back of his neck before pressing the chloroform-soaked handkerchief to his nose.

The guards went down without a sound. RM gave Y/N a quick nod, and they continued toward the next group.

The Rear Four Guards

The four guards near the back wall were more alert, their heads turning at the slightest noise. Y/N signaled for Suga and Lay to converge, gesturing for RM to hold back for a moment.

Suga took the lead this time, moving toward a guard who stood near a stack of barrels. The guard turned slightly, sensing movement, but Suga was faster. He swept the man's legs out from under him, catching him before he hit the ground. The chloroform did the rest.

Lay and RM handled two more guards together, their movements swift and efficient. Lay grabbed one from behind while RM darted forward, silencing the other with a quick jab of his dagger's hilt.

The final guard, stationed near the door, began to notice something was wrong. He stepped forward, his hand reaching for his radio, but Y/N was already in motion.

She ran toward a low stack of crates, planting one foot on them to launch herself upward. Grabbing the guard's neck with one arm, she spun him into a chokehold, pressing the cloth to his face. His struggles faded quickly, and she eased him to the ground.

The guards were all down, their unconscious bodies scattered across the warehouse floor. The faint sounds of their breathing were the only sign of life.

Y/N straightened, adjusting her grip on her silenced pistol. "Clear," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Suga cleaned his katana, his expression calm but focused. "They didn't stand a chance."

RM knelt near one of the unconscious guards, checking for keys or information. "We need to move. Quickly. Reinforcements could arrive anytime."

Lay smirked as he reloaded his silenced gun. "That was almost too easy."

Y/N shot him a glance. "Don't jinx it."

The group moved toward the next section of the warehouse, their mission far from over but their teamwork flawless.

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The dim light from the fading sun barely penetrated the dusty windows of the room. Lay and Suga moved stealthily toward the door, their weapons ready, while Y/N and RM kept watch at the rear. The faint sound of shuffling and muffled grunts could be heard from beyond the door.

Lay placed a hand on the doorknob, glancing back at Y/N. She gave a quick nod, and Suga shifted to the other side of the door, ready to strike. With a silent count, Lay pushed the door open, and the group stepped inside.

To their surprise, the guards who should have been stationed in the room were already down-scattered unconscious across the floor. In the center of the room, Saans and D.O. were locked in combat with three remaining guards. Saans moved with calculated precision, his blade glinting as he blocked a strike and countered with a swift kick. D.O. fought fiercely, using his smaller frame to duck under his opponent's swing before delivering a sharp elbow to the ribs.

Lay and Y/N exchanged a glance, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. The room wasn't secure yet. Without hesitation, they moved forward, the chloroform-soaked handkerchiefs ready in their hands.

Lay darted toward one of the remaining guards, his movements fluid and quiet. The guard was too focused on Saans to notice Lay until it was too late. Grabbing the man from behind, Lay clamped the cloth over his mouth, holding him tightly until the guard's struggles ceased.

Y/N moved with equal precision, her steps silent as she approached the second guard. He had just turned to aim a punch at D.O. when Y/N lunged forward, wrapping her arm around his neck and pressing the chloroform to his face. He struggled, but her grip was firm, and within seconds, he slumped unconscious to the floor.

The third guard, realizing he was outnumbered, tried to make a break for the door. Suga intercepted him, his katana drawn but held flat. A quick, precise strike to the back of the knees brought the guard to the ground. Before he could cry out, Suga pressed the cloth to his face, his movements efficient and calm.

The room fell silent, the only sounds being the heavy breathing of those who had been fighting. Saans wiped his brow, his eyes narrowing as he took in the newcomers. "Took you long enough," he muttered, though there was a faint hint of relief in his tone.

D.O. leaned against a nearby table, catching his breath. "We could've used a little backup earlier."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Looks like you handled yourselves just fine."

As the tension eased, Jiwoo stepped into view, holding Haru close to her chest. The little one clung to her eomma, her small hands clutching Jiwoo's shirt tightly. Despite the chaos, Haru's wide eyes were calm, her trust in Jiwoo evident. Jiwoo's gaze softened as she looked at Y/N. "Is it clear now?"

"It's clear," RM confirmed, his voice steady. He scanned the room, noting the survivors-Chen, Suho, D.O., Kris Wu, Baekhyun, Hyungsik, Lee Jong Suk, and IU, who rested her hand protectively over her pregnant belly. The five additional survivors, though weary, looked ready to move if needed.

Y/N knelt down briefly, meeting Haru's curious gaze. "Hey, kiddo," she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. "We've got you."

Haru buried her face in Jiwoo's shoulder, but a tiny giggle escaped her, easing some of the tension in the room.

At that moment, Y/N's walkie-talkie crackled to life. Taehyung's steady voice came through, low but urgent.

"Reinforcements are coming," he reported.

Y/N pressed the button to respond, her tone calm despite the weight of the situation. "How much time do we have?"

Sehun's voice cut in. "Three to four minutes at most."

Suga, leaning casually against the wall with his katana strapped across his back, tilted his head slightly at the news. His fingers brushed the hilt of his dagger, his eyes narrowing in thought. Though he said nothing, his readiness to act was unmistakable in the way he shifted his stance.

Y/N's mind raced. The original plan was already a mess. Even if they made it to the back wall, there was no way IU would manage to climb it. They needed a new route, and fast.

RM crouched beside her, his bag slung over one shoulder. His jaw tightened as he adjusted its strap, his eyes scanning the room. He was clearly thinking two steps ahead, but his steady gaze landed on Y/N, a silent signal of trust in her judgment.

Her eyes darted to the back door of the warehouse, her thoughts sharpening. It was their best bet, but it was further away and guarded by two or three men.

She lifted the walkie-talkie again. "Taehyung, can you predict how many guards in total?"

A brief pause, then his voice came back, precise and clipped. "Eight. No more, no less. They're splitting into two groups."

Hyungsik exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He shifted on his feet, glancing toward the back door. The tension in his posture was evident, though he masked it with a determined set to his jaw.

Y/N nodded to herself, formulating a plan on the spot. Her voice was steady but carried an edge of determination as she spoke again. "Chanyeol, can you hear me?"

Chanyeol's voice responded instantly. "Loud and clear."

"You're nearest to the back door. Climb the nearest tree and get a clear shot. Jimin has a tranquilizer-grab it from him and take out the guards there. No chaos. I don't want anyone noticing before they're down."

Chanyeol's voice carried a faint note of confidence. "Understood. I'll handle it."

Lee Jong Suk, standing a few feet away, leaned slightly forward, his arms crossed as he listened intently. His sharp eyes flicked to the back door and then to Y/N. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, as though silently approving her quick thinking, though his calm demeanor didn't falter.

The room fell silent as Y/N lowered the walkie-talkie.

Sehun's voice broke through again. "Y/N, they're close. They're nearing the warehouse you're in."

Y/N straightened, her expression sharp and unwavering. "Don't worry," she said, more to herself than anyone else. "I've got this."

Suga exchanged a quick glance with RM, his grip tightening briefly on his katana before relaxing again. Hyungsik nodded silently, his unease replaced by grim resolve. Lee Jong Suk adjusted his stance, his fingers twitching as though ready to spring into action.

The air was heavy with tension, but the unspoken trust between them was clear. Everyone knew their roles, and Y/N's calm authority kept them grounded as they prepared for what lay ahead.

As Y/N finished her response into the walkie-talkie, her eyes scanned the group before her. With calm determination, she turned to address them, her voice firm and steady.

"Everyone except me, Suga, RM, Suho, Baekhyun, and Chen-move towards the back door entrance of the base," she ordered, her gaze lingering on each face to ensure they understood. "Lay, lead them there securely. No risks."

The others nodded, their movements sharp and deliberate as they prepared to leave. Y/N paused for a moment, lifting the walkie-talkie to her lips again. "Luhan, can you confirm if the coast is clear at the back?"

There was a brief crackle before Luhan's voice came through, steady and confident. "Yes, it's clear up to the back door. And the guards on the back door are down-Chanyeol took care of them."

Relief flickered across Y/N's face for a split second before her resolve hardened once more. She gestured sharply towards the others. "Move now. Go fast. We'll handle anything that comes."

The group began to move, Lay taking the lead as he guided them towards the back door. IU, her hand resting protectively over her belly, was supported by Hyungsik and Lee Jong Suk as Haru clung tightly to Jiwoo. They moved quickly and quietly, their footsteps fading as they disappeared down the dimly lit hallway.

Y/N watched the others disappear down the hallway, her sharp gaze lingering briefly before she turned her attention to the remaining group. Her expression was calm but firm, her voice steady as she began issuing instructions.

"RM, take out the handkerchiefs dipped in chloroform and distribute them to Chen, Suho, and Baekhyun," she ordered, stepping closer to the door to assess their immediate surroundings.

RM nodded, unslinging his bag and pulling out the carefully packed handkerchiefs, each one soaked in the potent substance. As he handed them out, Y/N turned her attention to Suga.

"Suga, give your dagger to Suho," she said, gesturing towards the man as she handed her silenced gun to Chen. "Chen, you'll cover our rear if things get messy."

Suga hesitated for only a moment before pulling the blade from his belt and handing it to Suho, his grip firm as their eyes briefly met. Y/N glanced back at RM.

"Give one of your spare daggers to Baekhyun," she continued, her tone leaving no room for debate.

RM handed over a small but sharp dagger along with the remaining handkerchiefs. Baekhyun took it without hesitation, his eyes narrowing as he shifted it into a ready position.

Y/N stepped closer to the door, peering through the small crack to gauge the approaching guards. She glanced over her shoulder. "Everyone, take your positions. Move fast and stay silent."

The team spread out across the room, each taking a spot near the door or along the walls, hidden in the shadows. Y/N crouched low, ready one hand gripping a chloroformed handkerchief.

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The first group of four guards entered cautiously, their footsteps echoing faintly in the quiet room. Y/N waited until they were fully inside before giving a subtle signal with her hand.

Suho moved first, stepping soundlessly from the shadows and grabbing the first guard from behind. He pressed the handkerchief over the man's mouth and nose, muffling his startled grunt as the chloroform took effect. The guard struggled briefly before slumping to the floor.

Baekhyun and Chen worked in unison, their movements precise and deliberate. Baekhyun darted forward, slipping his dagger into the second guard's hand to disarm him before clamping the handkerchief over his face. Chen took down the third with a swift motion, knocking him unconscious with the butt of the rifle before applying the chloroform.

Y/N and Suga handled the fourth. As the guard turned to shout a warning, Suga's katana flashed out, the flat of the blade slamming into the man's head to silence him. Y/N was already there, the handkerchief pressed firmly against his face until he crumpled.

The room was silent once more. Y/N straightened, her eyes scanning the unconscious guards before signaling the group to reset.

"Positions," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The second group of four guards entered moments later, this time from another entrance. Y/N gave a sharp gesture to RM, who nodded and slipped into the shadows. As the guards advanced, RM darted behind the last man, pulling him back with a hand over his mouth and the chloroform pressed tightly.

Suho and Baekhyun struck together, their movements synchronized. Baekhyun feigned a stumble, drawing one guard's attention just long enough for Suho to grab him from behind. The handkerchief was over his face in seconds.

Suga took down the third, moving with silent precision as his katana's hilt slammed into the man's temple. Y/N handled the fourth guard personally, her silenced gun held ready as she lunged forward, pressing the chloroform-soaked cloth over his face with practiced efficiency.

Within moments, all eight guards were unconscious, their bodies carefully dragged to the side and hidden in the shadows. Y/N motioned for the group to regroup.

"Good work," she said quietly, her eyes lingering on each of them in turn. "Let's go."

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As Y/N and the others exited through the back door, they found Jimin and Kris standing just a few paces away. Jimin immediately flashed a grin at Y/N, teasing her in his usual way. "Took you long enough to catch up, huh?" he called out, his tone light and playful.

Y/N didn't