𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓐𝓼 𝓘𝓬𝓮 [𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊]

7

It was five in the morning, London time, and Lee Chae-rin was still awake. In fact, she slept very little,a gift of both genetics and training. Things were just about to go down in the Caribbean,band while the operation was now out of her hands, she needed to be awake and alert, there in spirit if not in fact.

She never asked anyone to do anything she wouldn't do herself. And Rosé Park was the best there was. She didn't tend to second-guess herself, and her gut-felt decision, to terminate Kim Jongin before he could implement some of the near global damage he was planning, was the right one.
But there was the girl who'd gotten in the way, and Rosé usually cold as ice about such things, was dragging her heels. She could communicate directly with Bobby, have him take care of her, but she wasn't ready to do that. Bobby was a nasty piece of work, and she only liked to use him sparingly, with calmer heads like Rosé overseeing him. If there was any way to save the girl, Rosé would see to it without compromising the mission.

In the meantime, they had one more vital piece of Kai's plan. Oil fields in Saudi Arabia, a dam in Mysore, India. What else did he have in mind? And for God's sake, why? ( I seriously wanted to put 'for Jisoos sake, why?')

Rosé Park looked at the unconscious woman in her arms. It was a good trick, one she'd use a number of times, mostly to save lives. If she had to kill someone there was usually no reason for finesse. But if Jennie Kim wasn't going to show enough sense to take her advice and get her butt off the boat then she was going to see to it, and pick up the pieces later.

Madame Lee probably wouldn't be happy; she trusted her to know enough to veer from a plan when she had to, but she wouldn't like it. She might get her wrist slapped, but as long as no one would ever be able to trace anything back to her of the Committee they'd be fine.

Ms. Kim was heavier than she'd thought, but she was strong enough, and she dumped her over her shoulder, leaving her shoes behind as she headed down toward the launch.

"What's that you've got there, Chaengie?" Bobby was leaning against a row of packing cases, a cigarette in his mouth, sharpening his knife.
"Present for me?"
"Not quite. I want her off the boat before we get rid of Kai. You need to take her back to the island and dump her somewhere."

Bobby put the knife away, rising.
" She dead? Or do you want me to finish her off?"
"She's fine and I want her to stay that way. Just dump her somewhere that'll require a couple of weeks to find her and get her back here. We're running late."

"Wouldn't be running late if I didn't have to take an extra ride in this choppy"Bobby pointed out.
"If you don't want her I'll have her. She's pretty enough."
"She's trouble"
"Then let me take care of her. Much neater all around."
Rosé was getting tired of arguing.
"I'll take her myself" she said.
"I don't think Chanyeol would like it"
"And what does Chanyeol have to say anything? This is my operation."
"So it is. But we've all got orders to keep an eye on each other. What with the shake up and all, the Committee isn't as trusting as it is used to be."

Rosé wanted to laugh at the very idea of trust and the Committee in the same sentence, but she was too edgy and she was too damn heavy slung over her shoulder."Fine" she said. "you take her to the island and I'll deal with Chanyeol."

"Not a good idea, Chaengie" Bobby drawled. She always hated to be called Chaengie, something Bobby already knew. "It's the witching hour. No time left for heroic gesture."