“Bolt actions speak louder than words.”

Walking made him feel a little bit better, it made the blood pump round his body long enough for his body to actually warm up a little. But not nearly as much as he wanted it too, lips tugging into a pout as he rubs his hands together, breathing down on them in hopes of warming them up. Upon looking up, the pout on his lips soon fades and is replaced with a smile. Feet seeming to move on their own and towards the direction of a familiar face. One he hadn’t seen in quite a while and was probably about time they ran into each other once again - for old times sake. 

“I can’t help that either, but...but...you’re just waaaaaay too tall now, it’s definitely not fair, I just want you to know that.” she teased more, a small laugh escaping her lips as she looked up at him, her warm smile evident.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.

There was never scenario that played out in her mind where she had envisioned herself in chains. She had seen herself be tortured – sometimes, to death – whilst why she was not surprised when those people came to her and worked in myriads of ways to make her talk. Dunking her into icy water, beating her up, electrocuting her, et cetera, she was going to take it all even if it meant her death. Her sight was blurry and she assumed that it was either the aftermath of a good doze of volts or of a drug. She remained there. It was fortunate that they barely have details about her past – thankfully, she was never quite talkative when it came to her psychological evaluation, and something was telling her that whoever was behind this had accessed it, because they were serving her half-truths on a golden platter.

“If you want to break me,” she retort playfully insolently. “You should up your game a little bit.” And, they did. Perhaps, it was her time to die. The thing was that she had no clue what they were exactly searching for. If she knew, she would have taunted them and would have used it as leverage. She would have made them play by her rules. Finally, she would have force them to free her only to escape without revealing anything – an hour later, she would have released a legion on them to exact revenge for detaining her and she would have sent the survivors who would not cowardly fight back in the roughest prison in vicinity. Every day, she would have visited them and would have rushed their spirits.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.

Every day, they would leave her on hanging – and a few colleagues – in this room where she was. She had tried many times to flee, but her first attempts only resulted into failure and the chain around her neck was tightened. It did hurt, but it did help her study the window of opportunity she needed to escape. She did not how she managed – it took every fiber of her body and every drop of her will – to ignore the pain and to grasp the keys. If it would have been practice like at the police academy, she would have left her colleagues, who were not trying hard enough to escape, behind. Back in the days, as a trainee, she was a ruthless one.

It was sad that, as soon as they were all freed, everyone’s survival instincts kicked in and it was now all men for himself. Only the strongest would find their way out while the weakest to be subject to more torture from the captors. Somin was not all that different when she came out from the room and zigzagged around the building. She soon realized that it was all about wits and teamwork. If only she would have known about the traps, she would have probably assembled a team. They taught that too at the academy during SWAT-type exercises.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.

There she was catching her breath. Disoriented and a tad panicking, the brunette, sitting down, leaned her back against the wall as she tried the best she could to stay awake an alerted. Here she was wishing for a miracle. She could here noises coming from the right. Someone, friend or foe, was about to engage on this hallway. It forced her to stand up in any event she had to defend herself. Her sight was blurry; therefore she could not quite see who was coming her way. In a split second, she tried to punch, but instead she fell possibly into someone’s arms. Before she slip into unconsciousness, she heard a voice calling.

It was funny that she thought of the SWAT earlier, because that voice she assumed she heard belong to “Taeyeon…?” that she whispered or maybe said clearly.

Taeyeon couldn’t think straight for the moment, her small body drenched to the bone from the water torture her captors had set upon her.  High pressure hoses, spraying first ice cold water, then water hot enough to hurt, but not enough to actually burn the skin, trying to get SPD secrets out of her.  She wasn’t sure which group would be capable of this, but she wanted to make sure that they would get taken down.  She thinks that at some point, she must have lost consciousness, as when she opened up her eyes next, the other members of SPD she had seen hanging on chains with her were gone, having left her behind.  She was none to pleased about that, but she knew that the others hadn’t been members of her team, so she wouldn’t question loyalty at that point. 

Her eyes focusing in the dark, she finally noticed a slight glimmering of metal that was different in front of her.  A set of keys.  She didn’t know how it was that she was so lucky to have this opportunity, but after the hours of torture she had just underwent, she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.  The only question was how she was going to get it.  She swung on the chain holding her up, but the grip around her neck tightened and she just missed.  She wasn’t sure how many attempts she would have before completely losing her ability to breathe, but she wasn’t going down without a fight.  She put her feet against the wall and with one large push, propelled herself forward just enough to get to the keys, just grasping it with her short reach, and swinging back into the wall with a large thud, causing her to grit her teeth from the impact, but she stayed quiet.

Finally free and on her feet on the ground again, Taeyeon rubbed her neck where the chain was and looked to see if there was anything she could use as a weapon in case she came across her captors.  The chains were secured too heavily to be pulled off, so she decided she was just going to have to rely on her hand-to-hand training.  Despite being a sniper, she was still SWAT, so she was just as trained on that as anyone in the department.  She carefully made her way to the door, listening closely to see if there were any noises she could hear, but nothing caught her ear.  What she found when she exited the holding room became more and more crazy as she progressed.

@taeyeonmi

It had been a long, strenuous week, the  case was a tangled mess of politics and blood and what  not but finally, after storming the building and getting every hostage out they managed to nab one of the oppressors, the rest having shot each other.

“And ofcourse we could have not pulled this off without our very own heroes, you guys in SWAT are crazy and a love it!” she might have had a bit too much, though she wasn’t entirely out of commission so he managed to stop herself while being ever so slightly tipsy and raised the Beer glass as a cheer to the colleagues with the flash of her dazzling smile and a look of pride. She set the glass back down, delicate fingers behaving and not touching it at all anymore, she knew her limits, she was all about etiquette, what to do and what not  to do- even for fun- infront of her colleagues, the wild side was to be allowed only in emergency situations. The SPD was a force to be reckoned with and she was proud of being a part of it.

Smiling brightly at the detective’s declaration she cheered with the rest of the crew about SWAT’s efforts out in the field. She had provided some cover fire to get some of the hostages out, drawing attention to her position instead of the other officers that were working hard down on the ground.  It had been a successful mission, one they wouldn’t soon forget, as wins were unfortunately few and far between these days, it seemed.  She chugged down the rest of the beer she had been working on, the mug looking large in her tiny hands, as she sat it down, her eyes wandered over to the older woman who had addressed her. Gain was beautiful, that was for sure, and she was good at her job, something that Taeyeon was fond of.

Unknown, new client? Probably

Clearing his throat he accepts the call and only manages a Hello when a full on introduction was given and it took seconds for that voice to click into place.

“Oh God..Tae? Hell yeah I remember you… How long has it been?” he chuckles-rather groggily- and has to clear his throat again. “I would ask how you still have my number but never mind that- I’m loving to here a familiar voice finally after so long. Feels like ages “ rubbing at his eyes he stared at the wall clock and yawns quietly   “Sorry I just returned to the world of living. How’s life as a cop for you?” 

“It’s been a while...has it been a couple years?  I don’t even know at this point, seems like these days a lot of days run together.” she smiles, laughing again “We’re the SPD, we have our ways!” she was her usual joking self, and she couldn’t help but hope that maybe the fact he still remembered her would help with the task at hand.  “It’s good to hear you too, you know?  It’s been far too long.” it really was nice to hear from him again, the former recruit had been someone to leave an impression on Taeyeon, so she hoped that there was still a part of him that wanted to protect the city they lived in.