[connections] chapter 2
Title: connections
Pairing: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Yeo Hoon Min is not easy, or so he thinks.
Three nights after the finalizations of the plans, Hoon Min sat down in the control room of the same black van with his trusty laptop, smiling lazily in anticipation for the challenge. He only had exactly 7.5 minutes to crack through the company’s firewall, and then to take control of the security cameras.
A muffled “Begin.” sounded through the headpiece, and Hoon Min’s hacker self took over, and throughout the span of 3 minutes, the only noise in the room was his paced typing. He got past the firewall, and snarled uncharacteristically when he realized that the security cameras were set to autoroam, which complicated things threefold. A glance told him that the timer he had placed on the desk had just flashed two minutes and going.
Panic surfacing from Hoon Min’s normal quiet self began to slowly seep into his hacker, and as the seconds passed by his typing became more frantic than ever. The system had refused to follow the commands he had entered, and the security cameras, although had froze, still transferred live feeds to the office. The only way left was to completely disable the cameras or take control of the office’s feeds. With 20 seconds left, Hoon Min picked the latter and quickly entered the final command, and as a trickle of sweat worked its way down his temple, he gave the team the green light to continue.
The adrenaline that had rose in the panic slowly drained away as he watched KiSeop and Eli make their way to Kim Jeong Wook’s office, before closely monitering the feeds from cameras installed elsewhere. He had taken the liberty to look out for the assassination team that their target had hired to protect him. Dubiously named 2PM and 2AM respectively, Hoon Min felt chills running down his spine as he thought of the cruel torture methods they were famous for. Kim Jeong Wook must have taken the precious information they themselves were after, to hire such high class bodyguards.
A voice crackled through the transmitter, and he nearly squeaked in fright.
“Hoon Min-ah, we’re in. Kim must have set some password on the lock. Can you hack into the security system again?”
“I’ll try. Wait a minute.”
He narrowed his eyes at the screen, and entered a few select commands before arriving at the extensive firewall guarding the password for the lock. Analyzing the information quickly, he set up the programs on his laptop to target the specific “guards” in the firewall before sitting back and watching his laptop do the dirty work.
“All clear. Try not to touch the lock itself though, its reinforced with an electric current.”
“Kays.” He heard the muffled reply before heading back to looking out for One Day. Since Eli and KiSeop were already at the safe, he had thought he could safely say that nothing big was going to happen tonight. He thought wrong. Exactly two minutes after midnight, he heard Kevin’s warning through his earpiece.
“Hoon Min-ah, get Eli and KiSeop out of there. Now. I see Wooyoung and Nickhun heading there already. They know there’s a security breach. Get them out of there now!”
Bewildered, Hoon Min relayed the warning and heard muted curses before a thud and a loud explosion ringing in his ear. He remembered seeing their profiles before on the pieces of data, but had ignored them, in favor of placing trust in their plans. Now he was internally swearing at himself for being complacent, and burned holes in his screen in the process of staring intently at the feed from the room with the safe.
Impatiently urging the smoke to clear, Hoon Min fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat and fiddled with the mouse. The ventilation appeared to be doing its job, as the grey mass of clouds finally cleared a bit, and he could faintly make out the silhouettes of three people in the room. Growling at the screen, he waited, the anxious feeling in his chest rising rapidly, until he saw KiSeop and Eli upright with no obvious injuries and sighed softly. He then roved his eyes towards the third figure, who had backed into a corner and doubled over from the impact of the explosion. It was a few seconds before Hoon Min realized that he had the controls over the cameras as well, and zoomed in onto the figure.
The figure turned out to be a young man, dressed in a black suit, making it difficult to discern the fabric from the blood flowing steadily out of the wound. Hoon Min watched with confusion as the man fished a piece of paper out of the velvet jacket and thrusting it at Eli before leaving with wide eyes tinged with fear, stumbling out of the room and vanishing into the shadows. As Eli and KiSeop continued to freeze in position, Hoon Min heard Kevin yell at the two over the headset,
“Are you two looking to die? Nickhun and Wooyoung are coming! Get out of there already!”
Hoon Min watched the two wince at the shrill screeching before clearing any traces of their being there and disappearing as well. A minute later brought Kevin barging into the van to Eli and KiSeop reading the lightly bloodied note with round eyes, and as he took the note to read himself, he raised an eyebrow, before removing the bulky stand and gun from his shoulders and dragging Hoon Min along out of the van.
“We’re shadowing that guy. Follow me and stay quiet.” Kevin ordered, before dodging into the nearest alley and moving on to the next with the speed and grace of a cheetah. It was no wonder Hoon Min had severe problems trying to keep up with him. It was three blocks later that they found they wounded young man staggering out of the last alley, and into the street.
He was hunched slightly in the over-sized jacket stumbling unsteadily down the road. The glint of the silver dagger sheathed by the right chest within the jacket of the young man reflected the eerie crimson staining the white shirt below. It was a wonder that the man had been able to survive the explosion, much less even walk upright. The stumbling soon escalated to a severe tottering, and choked coughs echoed in the night, as the man collapsed back first onto a rotting mahogany door, reaching a hand behind to fumble with the forlorn grey padlock that was hidden to the human eyes unless one knew the exact location. He spent precious minutes unlocking it with trembling hands, the deadly splash of red spreading like wildfire on the once white shirt, before vanishing from sight as the door clicked shut.
They turn to each other, nodding silently in agreement and melted silently into the shadows of the alley. The note had stated that they were allies, that they would gladly offer their services to them, but at a cost to themselves. Now that they had retrieved the data, they would retreat for the moment before pursuing the person who had penned the note.
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‘We know what you seek,
We know what you need,
The first keeper shall present,
As the clock strikes eleven,
At the ballroom of nightmares and broken pianos.’
Seek what you need,
And thou shall sacrifice an equal.’
The keepers of the alliance have grown tired. They bind those you hold dear, trapped in an endless abyss of dreams. The keepers extend their hand.
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Pairing: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Yeo Hoon Min is not easy, or so he thinks.
Three nights after the finalizations of the plans, Hoon Min sat down in the control room of the same black van with his trusty laptop, smiling lazily in anticipation for the challenge. He only had exactly 7.5 minutes to crack through the company’s firewall, and then to take control of the security cameras.
A muffled “Begin.” sounded through the headpiece, and Hoon Min’s hacker self took over, and throughout the span of 3 minutes, the only noise in the room was his paced typing. He got past the firewall, and snarled uncharacteristically when he realized that the security cameras were set to autoroam, which complicated things threefold. A glance told him that the timer he had placed on the desk had just flashed two minutes and going.
Panic surfacing from Hoon Min’s normal quiet self began to slowly seep into his hacker, and as the seconds passed by his typing became more frantic than ever. The system had refused to follow the commands he had entered, and the security cameras, although had froze, still transferred live feeds to the office. The only way left was to completely disable the cameras or take control of the office’s feeds. With 20 seconds left, Hoon Min picked the latter and quickly entered the final command, and as a trickle of sweat worked its way down his temple, he gave the team the green light to continue.
The adrenaline that had rose in the panic slowly drained away as he watched KiSeop and Eli make their way to Kim Jeong Wook’s office, before closely monitering the feeds from cameras installed elsewhere. He had taken the liberty to look out for the assassination team that their target had hired to protect him. Dubiously named 2PM and 2AM respectively, Hoon Min felt chills running down his spine as he thought of the cruel torture methods they were famous for. Kim Jeong Wook must have taken the precious information they themselves were after, to hire such high class bodyguards.
A voice crackled through the transmitter, and he nearly squeaked in fright.
“Hoon Min-ah, we’re in. Kim must have set some password on the lock. Can you hack into the security system again?”
“I’ll try. Wait a minute.”
He narrowed his eyes at the screen, and entered a few select commands before arriving at the extensive firewall guarding the password for the lock. Analyzing the information quickly, he set up the programs on his laptop to target the specific “guards” in the firewall before sitting back and watching his laptop do the dirty work.
“All clear. Try not to touch the lock itself though, its reinforced with an electric current.”
“Kays.” He heard the muffled reply before heading back to looking out for One Day. Since Eli and KiSeop were already at the safe, he had thought he could safely say that nothing big was going to happen tonight. He thought wrong. Exactly two minutes after midnight, he heard Kevin’s warning through his earpiece.
“Hoon Min-ah, get Eli and KiSeop out of there. Now. I see Wooyoung and Nickhun heading there already. They know there’s a security breach. Get them out of there now!”
Bewildered, Hoon Min relayed the warning and heard muted curses before a thud and a loud explosion ringing in his ear. He remembered seeing their profiles before on the pieces of data, but had ignored them, in favor of placing trust in their plans. Now he was internally swearing at himself for being complacent, and burned holes in his screen in the process of staring intently at the feed from the room with the safe.
Impatiently urging the smoke to clear, Hoon Min fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat and fiddled with the mouse. The ventilation appeared to be doing its job, as the grey mass of clouds finally cleared a bit, and he could faintly make out the silhouettes of three people in the room. Growling at the screen, he waited, the anxious feeling in his chest rising rapidly, until he saw KiSeop and Eli upright with no obvious injuries and sighed softly. He then roved his eyes towards the third figure, who had backed into a corner and doubled over from the impact of the explosion. It was a few seconds before Hoon Min realized that he had the controls over the cameras as well, and zoomed in onto the figure.
The figure turned out to be a young man, dressed in a black suit, making it difficult to discern the fabric from the blood flowing steadily out of the wound. Hoon Min watched with confusion as the man fished a piece of paper out of the velvet jacket and thrusting it at Eli before leaving with wide eyes tinged with fear, stumbling out of the room and vanishing into the shadows. As Eli and KiSeop continued to freeze in position, Hoon Min heard Kevin yell at the two over the headset,
“Are you two looking to die? Nickhun and Wooyoung are coming! Get out of there already!”
Hoon Min watched the two wince at the shrill screeching before clearing any traces of their being there and disappearing as well. A minute later brought Kevin barging into the van to Eli and KiSeop reading the lightly bloodied note with round eyes, and as he took the note to read himself, he raised an eyebrow, before removing the bulky stand and gun from his shoulders and dragging Hoon Min along out of the van.
“We’re shadowing that guy. Follow me and stay quiet.” Kevin ordered, before dodging into the nearest alley and moving on to the next with the speed and grace of a cheetah. It was no wonder Hoon Min had severe problems trying to keep up with him. It was three blocks later that they found they wounded young man staggering out of the last alley, and into the street.
He was hunched slightly in the over-sized jacket stumbling unsteadily down the road. The glint of the silver dagger sheathed by the right chest within the jacket of the young man reflected the eerie crimson staining the white shirt below. It was a wonder that the man had been able to survive the explosion, much less even walk upright. The stumbling soon escalated to a severe tottering, and choked coughs echoed in the night, as the man collapsed back first onto a rotting mahogany door, reaching a hand behind to fumble with the forlorn grey padlock that was hidden to the human eyes unless one knew the exact location. He spent precious minutes unlocking it with trembling hands, the deadly splash of red spreading like wildfire on the once white shirt, before vanishing from sight as the door clicked shut.
They turn to each other, nodding silently in agreement and melted silently into the shadows of the alley. The note had stated that they were allies, that they would gladly offer their services to them, but at a cost to themselves. Now that they had retrieved the data, they would retreat for the moment before pursuing the person who had penned the note.
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‘We know what you seek,
We know what you need,
The first keeper shall present,
As the clock strikes eleven,
At the ballroom of nightmares and broken pianos.’
Seek what you need,
And thou shall sacrifice an equal.’
The keepers of the alliance have grown tired. They bind those you hold dear, trapped in an endless abyss of dreams. The keepers extend their hand.
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