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Jeno had suspected something was wrong when his father called him up to his office that day right in the middle of his training. If anything, his father was much stricter about completing training than he himself was.

Jeno couldn't control his suspicion as he made his way up the stairs to his father's room.

"Ah, there you are. What took you so long?" his father called out the moment Jeno entered the room.

He had a confusing smile on his face.

"We were training, father," Jeno answered carefully, his father's mannerism putting him all the more on edge. "You called us while we were in the middle of it. What is it that you want?"

"My apologies. I didn't mean to interrupt you both," his father mock apologized and then laced his fingers together.

With his elbows planted firmly on the table, he leaned forward with an almost manic grin gracing his face. "I got a mission for that runt of yours. And he will probably have to kill someone this time."

Jeno felt a cold feeling settle in his chest, but he kept his face impassive. "Will he be doing it alone?"

"No," his father said shortly and threw him a file that Jeno caught easily. "I still don't trust him to pull off such a mission so easily. You will be coming along."

"What is the mission about? Is it an assassination?"

"Mm, not exactly," his father smirked and leaned back in his chair. "You remember that rich-ass client I'd signed a weapon business deal with two years ago?"

Jeno remembered. He hated the guy.

"Well, the bastard's decided he wants our gang under his and he's been trying to get me killed in subtle ways." His father continued. "He still puts on a friendly front like I don't realize he was the one who sent that girl who tried poisoning me last week. He called me for a meeting in five days which I'm pretty sure is another excuse to try and kill me."

"And you want us to accompany you," Jeno continued from where his father left off. "And kill your assassins before they can get a hold of you."

"Bingo," his father drawled lazily. "You can stand right beside me while the meeting goes on. You're not only my heir,  but you're also my trump card. The runt has to take up the position that I mentioned in the plan so he can snipe the bastard and his lackeys when they make a move."

Jeno nodded his head and began making for the door. He didn't want to be around his father any longer if h could help it.

The mission gave him a rather bad feeling, but he contained it and went straight to their training area.

There was a low surveillance tower there from which Jaemin practiced sniping and Jeno reached the place to see the other laid flat on his stomach, diligently practicing by sniping the rows of cardboard human figures in the distance. His impeccable aim made sure that the bullet went straight through every cardboard man's head and Jeno silently applauded his progress.

"Oi," he called out making Jaemin pause from pulling the trigger and turn around to face Jeno in slight confusion. "My father got us a mission. An important one."

And as with every mission notice that had arrived in the past, Jaemin began looking uncomfortable.

"What kind of mission?"

Jeno predicted easily in his head that the moment he revealed the mission plans Jaemin would be sure to object. But he never was the kind of person to beat around the bush.

"Guarding my father while he meets up with enemies in disguise. Ninety percent probability that you might have to kill someone. And no, don't even think about backing out because once you have a mission, you can't do anything against orders."

As predicted, Jaemin immediately paled. "But Jeno.....I-I can't kill."

"But you can injure and make a person's ability to function completely useless?" Jeno raised an eyebrow. "A fully normally functioning man robbed of his ability to ever walk or use his hands because you busted their elbows and knees beyond repair, or a quick painless death by planting a bullet straight to the head. Which one would be crueler, Min?"

Jaemin trembled and his breath came fast. There were already tears forming in his eyes. The beginning signs of hyperventilation.

"In this world it's either kill or get killed, (Whacha gonna do?) Jaemin," Jeno said quietly and extended the file his father had given him towards Jaemin for him to read.

After five days of rigorous practice and careful planning, the D-Day finally arrived.

The two young men found themselves in the place where the meeting was supposed to happen early that morning so as to secure Jaemin in his position first before the whole "reunion" started.

Annoyingly, the meeting place was indoors, in a fancy looking room that had a large polished mahogany table. It also meant using guns or firearms would be somewhat of a pain in the ass.

The place Jaemin needed to get to was the air vents in the ceiling but even sniping from there would be a bit of a challenge.

"How am I supposed to get there though?" Jaemin wondered aloud.

"Put one of the chairs on top of the table and climb up," Jeno said in his usual monotone voice and grabbed a chair as well as hoisted it up on the table even before Jaemin could blink. "It's simple enough to pull yourself in after that. I haven't been training you for nothing."

"Oh," was the only thing Jaemin said before lowering his gaze with a nod and climbing up the table.

He quickly scampered up the table and pulled open the vent cover with only the slightest bit of grunting and struggling. As soon as he had pulled himself into the vent, Jeno handed up his equipment after him.

The gun he was going to use, a bag full of refills and a silencer. Seeing Jaemin's pale white face as he grabbed the bag containing the extra ammo and hauled it up with some difficulty, Jeno felt a heaviness weigh him down.

"Jaemin," he found himself calling while Jaemin was about to pull the vent cover shut.

The latter paused and looked at Jeno questioningly, his hair a little messed up due to all the struggle and the climbing. With the other's gaze on him, Jeno was suddenly at the loss of words and he just shrugged and for once refused to make eye-contact.

"Make sure you don't fail."

That wasn't what he had wanted to say, he was sure of that, (Gosh dang it, Jeno!) but Jaemin still gave an exhale and a small anxious smile.

"I will try not to," he said softly before disappearing into the vent and pulling the cover closed.

With the heaviness still settled in his heart, Jeno left the venue and headed back to where his father was waiting for him, leaving Jaemin alone up in the air vent. He himself would be back later, when the clock struck the actual time for when his father and the client were supposed to meet.

And then the "mission" would commence.

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Thursday, May 7, 2020

My allergies kicked in this week and I'm dying!

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"Ridin'" by NCT Dream