Hurricane - Chapter 2
Title: Hurricane (based off of Nolan's Inception)
Author: youngwoonie
Genre: Science-fiction, Thriller
Rating: PG-13
Characters: 2PM, Big Bang's TOP, f(x)'s Victoria
Summary: A team of eight delve into the subconscious of a criminologist who himself is well-versed in the art of dream mechanics. It isn't until they reached the depths of his mind do they find that he's as disturbed as the serial killers he deals with in his profession
A/N: Posters of each of the main characters will be posted with each new chapter.
Chapter 1
Jaebeom walked into the brightly lit foyer, slightly stunned and he squinted his eyes. His vision returning, he noticed the secretary standing behind her desk. He greeted her with a bow which she returned before she held out her hand to the hallway on her left.
"The second one to your right."
"Thank you," he said, bowing while he walked down the brightly lit hallway. He opened the door and found Taecyeon sitting on one end of a very long meeting table.
Taecyeon was holding on to a pocket watch in his right hand, closing it as Jaebeom approached his seat and said,
"You're late."
"Give me a fucking break," Jaebeom said, pulling out the wheeled chair and plopping down into it. When he settled, he noticed the empty seat on the opposite end. Jaebeom leaned in towards Taecyeon and gestured to the other side of the room,
"You tell me i'm late? She's not even here yet."
"She's not the one with two consecutive lifetime sentences hanging over her head," Taecyeon said slyly, leaning back in his seat. Taecyeon continued opening and closing the silver pocket watch, much to Jaebeom's annoyance. It wasn't long before Jaebeom reached out to grab it from him, but Taecyeon was too fast.
He smiled, twirling the closed metal shell in his hand.
"You know as well as I do that you should never touch this."
"So stop playing with the damn thing. You know how much it irks me."
The door opened and the both of them looked at the person that walked in. Taecyeon pocketed the watch into the inside breast pocket of his suit and they both stood, bowing to her, but the woman continued walking. They sat, Taecyeon, back straight, clasping his hands together and placing them on top of the table. Jaebeom whipped his arms out to straighten out the wrinkles in his blazer and crossed his arms together, leaning back into the seat.
"Gentleman," the woman said. Under her arms she carried a box, not unlike the one used to keep files and documents.
The two just sat quietly, listening attentively.
The woman remained standing, thumping it onto the table and took off the lid.
She pulled out a manila folder and slid it across the table to the two other boys at the end.
Taecyeon opened to a number of paper-clipped documents. A large black and white photo of a tall man with sleek black hair lay at the top of the pile.
"His name is--"
"Choi Seung Hyun," Taecyeon interjected, focused at the picture. He pulled it from the paper-clipped file and lifted it from the folder.
"You know him," the woman smiled with subtle intrigue. She flicked some of her ghostly white hair from over her eyes with a nod of her head. She stood, her left hand on her hip. In her right hand she held the same documents.
"Yeah, my girlfriend used to work with him."
"A girlfriend?" she smiled again, "you have a girlfriend." She stood in awe before she scoffed, "why you would think about dating without knowing for sure that you're off the hook is beyond me."
Taecyeon looked to her then turned away.
"He works for the FBI. He's a criminal profiler, a criminologist, and works to find some of the most deranged and disturbed serial killers, arsonists, rapists, whomever. What makes him different from the others is that he's well-versed in dream mechanics, and knows his way around people's minds."
"Wait, criminalists dream-share?" Jaebeom asked.
"He's works with a newer branch of the BAU. It's an underground division; not exactly ethical. He goes into the minds of the criminals they detain in order to study their subconscious."
"So what exactly do you want us to do?"
"The FBI has commissioned the two of you perform inception."
Taecyeon and Jaebeom side-eyed each other before Taecyeon spoke up,
"Inception? But that's almost impossible. And on an extractor?"
"In essence, he's not an extractor. He simply infiltrates the minds of the criminals in order to examine the stability of the subconscious, determine the lethality of their projections, the number of dream levels one can sustain."
"You're telling me this branch of the FBI experiments on these people? What makes them different from us then?"
"They haven't killed anyone," the woman said, running a few fingers through her short hair nonchalantly.
Taecyeon breathed a heavy sigh while he looked through the documents of the case. He read through the list of personal information while Jaebeom took the folder and leafed through the remaining pages.
"So what is this idea that we need to plant?" Taecyeon said, looking at her with a concerned look.
"His abilities as a profiler have dropped since the death of his sister. She was brutally murdered about six months ago by a serial killer they've been looking into for little over a year now. They were able to come up with a profile for the killer, but that's really none of our concern. His coworkers, his partners, tell us that he's given indications to the fact that he blames himself for her death, because of his direct involvement of the killer's capture. The heads of his divisions have asked you to fix this."
"Sounds simple enough," Jaebeom said sarcastically.
"Why is so much effort being put on this guy?" Taecyeon asked
"Because he's one of the best. Really, why they're doing it isn't really your concern. What you need to worry about is getting the job done. After this, your debt is paid."
Taecyeon twitched at this piece of information.
"Really?" he asked.
"You're free to go if you succeed."
Jaebeom looked at Taecyeon, then to the woman.
"What if we don't?"
"That's not really an option now, is it? Each of you have two lifetime sentences--reduced sentences. A chance at a clean slate should be enough leverage for you both to do well."
Taecyeon exhaled loudly.
"This is impossible," he said, after a short moment of silence in the room, "is there no other commission for us to do?"
"You are in no position to be bargaining--"
"But this person is MORE than capable of creating lethal projections; he does this for a living for Christ's sake--"
"So have you two--"
"He'll be able to close off his mind far too easily; do you really expect us to reach a level far down successfully enough to plant an idea as difficult as this?"
She closed her eyes and waved her hand indicating enough.
"But Narsha-noona--"
"--MAKE--" she cried, "it happen."
With a stare, Narsha asserted the end of the meeting. Taecyeon fought to talk back, but his lips quivered of his restraint and he sat back into his seat, his eyebrows furrowed, looking irate. She began to put the things back into the box before passing him another folder. She placed it on the table and slid it across to them.
"He'll be a great asset. I sincerely suggest you contact him."
Taecyeon opened the folder his former employer passed to him, and inside he found a few sheets of paper as well as a photo of a man with blond hair.
"Who is he," Jaebeom asked, leaning over to see the photo.
"He worked under Seung Hyun in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. He was also part of the team in charge of infiltration of the criminals' minds."
"He doesn't work there anymore?"
"No, he resigned shortly after participating in the dream-sharing sessions."
Narsha lifted the box and carried it under her right arm. She walked to the door, opening it with her left hand.
"Assemble your team carefully," she said, halfway out the door, "a Liaison, for one, will prove invaluable."
She shut the door behind her, and the two saw her walk down the brightly lit hall through the frosted glass walls of the meeting room, her dark suit visible against the bright white of everything else.
Jaebeom stood, picking the folder up and walked towards the door. Taecyeon closely followed, reaching into his breast pocket and pulling out his pocket watch. Jaebeom walked out, holding the door open for the taller. Taecyeon quietly closed the door behind him, still opening and closing his pocket watch.