Exodus Project Part III: Chen, Lay, Baekhyun
The echoing sounds of panicked footsteps filled the air.
This is odd, he thought. Very odd.
In the distance, lights flickered out, drowning part of the city in complete darkness.
As if on cue, more lights flickered out, and the footsteps grew shorter apart. Before long, darkness chased him like a cold-blooded murderer, pushing him deep into the historical compound.
This wasn’t part of the plan.
He raced with the dark and reached the gates just before the last lights flickered out. Punching a series of number on his phone in one hand, he rattled the metal barricade with the other, knowing from gut instinct that it wouldn’t respond to the signals his phone was sending.
There, trapped in a corner under a sea of stars, his ragged breathing was loud in his own ears, his heaving chest rising and falling in the dark.
The scenery down below looked best between 4.30 to 5.30 PM. During that full hour, every surface would be tinged with yellow, every person bathed in gentle light. Up above their heads, tangelo mixed with a muted fuchsia, and blue battled through in the background. The scenery did not look less astounding right after the sun rises, though. The quiet, chilly air had a charm of its own.
In Jongdae’s opinion, this was all good and well, but all he cared about was that the tower library provided him with such a spectacular vantage point. As he hit a number on his speed dial, he wondered if anyone was ever here before him for the very same purpose.
“Hello, Heal Me Kill Me Laundry Services, may I help— Oh, hi, Jongdae, I have been expecting you.”
Yixing continued attending to the work in front of him as he listened into his earpiece.
“How many pairs do you need laundered this time? Any skirts?”
He threw out a bucketful of dirtied water into a sewer right outside the building, next to where his Econoline was parked.
“Two trousers and a skirt? Wait, how are you not sure it’s a skirt?” he chuckled to himself, heading back inside the abandoned shop he was previously called into. “Oh, that’s called a skort, Jongdae, it’s getting quite popular nowadays. I deal with them all the time.”
The white floor was clean, at least to a layman’s eyes, but he would really need to get some serious work done on the wall in the hours before the sun rises.
“Of course I will. But you know I can’t go there myself, right? I’ll send someone over for you. I’m still in Lyon right now.”
For good measure, he retrieved a fresh bottle of bleach from the back of his van.
“Yeah, it’s still a bit of a mess right now. It’s [Baekhyun], so I’m sure you know how it is. I heard both Kai and Aeolus were occupied, and [Kyungsoo] has been unreachable for more than a week now. Do you happen to know where he is?”
Yixing walked back into the shop, still quite amazed at how inefficient some people could be. It was just a couple of spies, for god’s sake, not a flock of sheep.
“I wish he would just follow Aeolus and carry a goddamn gun. You know he sawed his way out of the compound? After all the hassle about cracking security through his phone. He forgot the place was gonna be on lockdown during earth hour.”
Yixing breathed out a long, heavy sigh.
“Very well. Of course, Jongdae, consider your laundry done. Good bye.”
This was going to be a long and arduous night.
(to be continued to part IV)
Part I (Sehun, Jongin, Chanyeol) here.
Part II here (Minseok, Tao, Junmyeon) here.
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