[âą] cop car â karina x reader
[đ€] 1/1 [please be aware this is all fiction! none of this is real and idols behavior is not accurately represented.]
song(s): cop car - mitski | no te pido mas - helenita vargas | de oro - la familia andre | la murga - willie colĂłn | la cuchilla - las hermanas calle
summary: you grew up desperate and made your way to the top, even started working for DAS. but your first assignment shouldnât have been thisâ they sent you to die. your body lived, though. you didnt.
pairing: patrĂłn!karina x halcĂłn!reader (also x teniente!giselle)
tags: angst, like horrible angst, toxic and I mean Very Toxic yuri, major character death, implied sexual content, this is DARK, set in 1970-90âs colombia, kind of ambiguous but happy ending? reader is lowk stupid and a bop
wc: 10.9k
cw: karina is horribly manipulative, cartels, guns, selling, making, and use of drugs, use of weapons, murder, bombs, death, etc. this is about the colombian cartel ok shit is fucked.
ex: before thereâs any outrage I AM COLOMBIAN. all information is acquired through primary sources (ex: family who literally lived through it). most info will be accurate, but my family specifically lived in medellĂn, calĂ, and barranquilla. this is set in bogotĂĄ. apologies for any city-based in accuracies.
a/n: this is for you aettudae my #1 â€ïž
1964, Cundinamarca, Colombia Local time: 1:00 A.M. Location: a small town in Soacha, Cundinamarca, Colombia Objective: . . .
You were born on the outskirts of the city. BogotĂĄ, the capitalâ the inside was rich, used to be filled with tourists, big buildings and fancy cars. The outside was Ă©l pueblo, where youâd wake up at three in the morning, walk to the nearest bus stop, which was probably a few kilometers away, take the buses that never ran on time with the rest of the exhausted men and women heading to workâ work for rich people that ran the city till nightfall, get on another bus, and walk a few kilometers home, every day, constantly, while getting paid barely enough to support your family.
That was if you didnât get robbed, or blown up in the middle of the city, of courseâ political unrest stemming from La Violencia had made FARC, and the cartel had begun to ramp up production and organization, planting car bombs under public buses and cars. The country was rife with bombings and gang violence till the late 90âs.
But right now, it was in the very early morning.
You would be born in 1964 to a poor family living in Soacha, Cundinamarca, Colombia, right on the outskirts of BogotĂĄ. Your mother would be killed in 1970. Your father would be killed en la cantina, at night, in 1972.
You had been working since 12, anyway. Being told of your pathetic fatherâs death by a police officer who clearly did not care was when it was decidedâ you would not die in this town. You would make a name for yourself.
You were right, of course. You did make a name for yourselfâ you took down one of the most prominent cartel leaders in the country.
Or, at least, thatâs what the media thought.
LA VERDAD DE LO QUE PASĂ EN 1989. ââââââââââââââââââââââ THE TRUTH OF WHAT HAPPENED IN 1989.
1985, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 2:00 P.M. Location: Departamento Administrativo de Seguridad | Administrative Department of Security (DAS) HQ Objective: Enter the meeting
You made it into DAS at 21.
Really, it was probably just because the high-rank workers felt bad for you. They understoodâ a girl from the outer part near BogotĂĄ, no parentsâ you just wanted to make the country better for people like you.
You were given small jobs like paperwork and editing documents, until now. They were calling you in for your first meeting. Despite your usually serious nature, you couldnât help a bubble of excitement. Youâd finally be able to help like youâd always wanted.
which is why it was confusing why everyone was so somber when you walked in.
âGood morning,â you greeted, taking a seat.
âGood morning, y/n,â replied the woman who headed the ground-team. All your coworkers around her looked solemn, and you stared at them all puzzled.
âYour first assignment will be to infiltrate a specific branch of the BogotĂĄ cartelâ we fear they might be working with either FARC or plan to merge with another faction, and theyâre already quite dangerous as it isâ we donât need more of them,â
the room was silent. You knew what this wasâ your first year on the job with barely any training. They were sending you to die, just to get some information.
You sat up straight, squaring your shoulders. You would get the information to help your people. You would live.
âI understand,â you replied, with a nod, standing to collect your file.
The woman handing it to you leaned in, a pained look in her eyes âPerdĂłn,â
1985, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 10:54 P.M. Location: Una cantina Objective: Scout an in to the âorganizationâ
The woman in charge of the specific section of the widespread cartel that was causing so much destruction frequented a specific bar. You had been given her fileâ she was beautiful, with dark hair and pale skin, but she didnât seem to be colombian. It didnât really matter, to youâ you werenât here to ask her why sheâd made these choicesâ you needed to infiltrate one of the largest cartels in BogotĂĄ, on your first job.
you sighed, your head in your hands, the bartender giving you a cursory glance. The place was seedy, filled with alcoholics and sex-workers, as well as probable cartel members, which is why you were here.
You sat up, looking around. It was said Karina frequented this bar. You prayed sheâd show up, making the sign of the cross.
God deliveredâ she walked in, with two other people you didnât quite recognizeâ one had dark hair, as well, with big eyes, although her face was serious. The other was lithe, thinâ her hair was shorter, and lighter in color, more similar to a brown.
You knew what youâd have to do to start getting information. It made you feel a little sickâ a part of you, though, was grateful Karina was so beautiful. Her smile was cocky and smug, like that of someone who knew she was untouchable. She made conversation with her two accompanies, talking and laughing and drinking. You waited for an hour or so, so that she was now most definitely more than tipsy.
you walked over, wearing a short, tight black dress that let you fit the bill of another profession, looking at her through half lidded eyes.
another thing about the cartel. if they wanted a girl, theyâd have her. The club was a dangerous place, the bar was a dangerous placeâ youâd seen a man get shot at a hamburger cart. The cartel was ruining the country.
you pushed down your sudden wave of resentment, focused on flirting with Karina. Her friend, the long haired girl, stared at you for a long time, scrutinizing. You wouldnât know what that meant, for a while.
Karina grinned, tilting her head. âCan I buy you a drink?â
âI donât see why not,â you smiled, voice practiced to be smooth and flirty. You didnât drink, usually, but you needed the courage.
She handed you a shot of aguardiente. It was dry and burned your throat, but it was good. You made conversation. âWhatâs a girl like you doing in a place like this?â You smiled, putting a hand on her arm. âSeems a bit.. dirty,â
Karina smiled, predatorily, teeth glinting in the low yellowed light. âJust trying to relax. You donât seem like the type of girl to frequent this place. Why are you here?â She asked back.
âOh, just.. trying to have a little fun,â you replied, lowly, voice ghosting over her ear. She seemed to like that answer.
âYeah? Why donât you come home with me, then?â
Your smile widened, although your eyes with still half lidded, touches fleeting. You still played your part.
âI will,â
you ended up going home with Karina. It took months to get her to trust you, but you had finally managed to get her to let you start working. All it took was a sob-story, a fake name, and she allowed you to work in her jurisdiction.
and so began the first objective: names. You needed names.
1985, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 4:33 P.M. Location: currently, a safehouse for the cartel Objective: Find the key members of the cartel
Karina had a home, of course, a large oneâ you had seen parts of the inside many a time. Of course, they also had some warehouses where they kept goods, where some of the members could crash for a night. You usually stayed with Karina, following her orders.
Some of the members used fake names. You had managed to catch onto oneâ Ning Yizhou, or NingNing. It was kind of stupid to put part of your real name in your fake name, but plenty of members didnât use false names at all. You supposed it was just because they didnât have much to hide.
The name was quietly recorded into your notebookâ in code, of course, specifically pigpen-cipher, although you mixed it in with a few different things, referencing dice code as well to make it more confusingâ the members of the organization sometimes forgot to call out their chosen names for each other, slipping up. You didnât mind, though, it made your life easier.
The group had a whole network across BogotĂĄ, planning to move into MedellĂn, which you felt was not a good idea, but had said nothing.
at one point, Karina brought you all out to eat at a very nice restaurant. You had become a favorite of sorts, for her. She didnât suspect a thing, thank god.
They began to make small talk, conversations imbued with remarks about the âbusinessâ, people causing problems, supply and demand, and those annoying Americans.
the waiter came, and everyone quieted.
âUna cerveza, porfa,â Karina was first.
âDame un refresco, por favor,â Giselle.
You felt something.. off. Obviously, Giselle wasnât colombian. None of these four women were. But they all learned Spanish here. None of them really spoke Spanish beforehand. Giselle was speaking very.. correctly. Or, at-least, not using slang from colombia. Had she learned Spanish in Mexico? Castellano? Was she part of another gang?
you hadnât noticed it was your turn to order with all the thoughts running through your mind. You looked at the waiter, glancing at Giselle.
âSi me haces el favor, una gaseosa,â
Giselle didnât seem fazed by it. but something was off about her. Something was very, very off.
âKarina,â you called, walking into her office. She seemed to be writing something down. Most likely something about funds or money. She did have people in the banks to clean her money for her, but she didnât like others running her finances. Too much of a chance for embezzlement. A part of you liked she was smart with her business.
âWinter told me you called for me?â You murmured, leaning against the side of her desk, tilting your head, putting a hand on her shoulder.
âAh, yes,â she affirmed, turning in her chair to you. âI have a job I need you to complete. Youâll be going with Winter,â she informed. âItâs nothing that difficult. Youâll both be going on some runs. Itâll just be delivering a few.. products, to a contact. Itâll be a long drive, maybe a few hours. Sheâll come get you at four in the morning, exactly,â
Your face stayed carefully blank, but you plastered a content smile onto it. âOf course, Iâm glad to be of any help. Speaking of help, Karina, you seem a little stressed..â you smiled wider, voice imbued with a sultry tone.
Karina was honestly a bit foolish. Smart with money, bad with people. Perfect for you.
She still suspected nothing, you thought, as she kissed you, hungrily.
the night ended with her paperwork left unfinished, and you asleep in her bed.
Winter was probably not going to be happy.
Winter was waiting outside the room for you, arms crossed and leaning on the wall. You had dressed into something casualâ just jeans and a shirt. You glanced over at her with a blank expression. âWhat do we need to deliver?â
She seemed to be thinking, before pushing off the wall, and beginning to walk. You followed.
âGuerrilla wants some weapons. Weâre just there to deliver,â she muttered, cigarette hanging half out of her mouth, unlit. You made your way to the car, getting in the passenger, the supplies in the back. âItâll be a long drive up the mountain. Letâs try not to get stopped, yeah?â She muttered, starting the ignition.
You drove in silence, for a bit. The humidity of the air was starting to get to you. You hated the heat.
Winter didnât talk to you, much. You didnât think she liked you. You were pretty sure it was because she believed you werenât worthy to be in the gangâ you were just Karinaâs plaything.
you didnât really care what she thought, though. You had a job to do.
after a few hours, you had made it sufficiently up the mountain to the trade-off point. You stepped out of the car.
It was still foggy, from the rain and the altitude. You almost felt a bit lightheadedâ but it was nothing you couldnât handle. The plants and mosquitos were certainly bothersome, but you said nothing. Helping Winter lug up all the weapons was definitely hardâ you werenât very strong. Winter stared at you in annoyance, mumbling curses, most likely about you, under her breath.
the trade off was successful, but then, yet again, you had to make your way down the mountain with duffel bags of money. It was heavy. Putting it away in the trunk was simple enough. You collapsed back into the passenger, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You felt gross.
âWhy was that so heavy?â You muttered, under your breath. Winter closed the door of the driverâs side.
âItâs not that heavy, youâre just weak,â she spat, annoyed. âYou made us take an extra half hour. Youâre not efficient,â she continued.
âItâs hardly my fault, Winter! This was my first job, I donât-â
âI donât know why Karina thought itâd be a good idea to let you help, youâre absolutely shit at it,â she retorted, acidly. âThe only thing youâre good at is being her whore,â she cursed, as a snide closing remark.
You turned to her as she drove. You may be making sacrifices to get information, but Winter had no idea what you were working towards. It was an insult to your pride. Yet, you couldnât think of a retort.
âIâll work harder,â you muttered. âI want to be useful,â
she scoffed, but at least you said youâd try. She still didnât like you, though. âFace it, sweetheart,â she began. âYouâre not cut out for this life,â
When you arrived back to the warehouse, Ningning spotted Winter before you. You were taking some of the bags out, but could still here from the inside.
âKim Minjeong! What took you so long?â She chided.
Winter rolled her eyes with a scoff. âQuiet down, Ning. Karinaâs toy isnât supposed to know our names until she proves herself. And anyway, sheâs nearly useless. Sheâs the reason I took longer,â
you obviously pretended not to hear as you hauled money bags inside.
Two names down. Two to go.
Giselle and Karina were two harder to find out then the other two. You were sure with enough time, Karina would tell you her real name. She seemed on the verge of it, anyway, with how much she wanted to hear it fall from your lips.
Giselle, though.. you had no contact with her. She was always off, managing distribution or making sure people stayed in line. You never saw her around much.
but slowly, you began to become part of the group. You mostly helped on small runs, with either Winter or Ning. Ning didnât really care what name you called her, writing it off as semantics that didnât matter. Winter, of course, took herself very seriously, so you continued to have to address her formally. She was such a pain, but honestly, you didnât mind much.
what you had to focus on now, most of all, was getting Karina to trust you.
that came in the form of another run. Although this time, it went so, so wrong.
You were meant to drop off a shipment near MedellĂn. You didnât think anything would happen, reallyâ the mountains were a bit far out from BogotĂĄ, and it was closer to the border anyway.
You had been given a gun. It was handed to you by Ning a few weeks prior, under the orders of Karina. You knew how to use one, and no one asked why.
the drive there was mostly silent. Winter still wasnât very warm to you, yet, she didnât hate you. You had begun to earn your place, and she respected the effort, if anything.
You drove, and the closer you got to the warehouse, the more dread washed into your bones. âWinter,â you called, under your breath. âI think weâre being watched,â
âWeâve been down this route a million times, y/n. Weâre fine, no one would-â
a gunshot rang out through the silence.
It missed Winter by a centimeter, hitting the windshield. You cursed the fact these jeeps didnât have roofs or side-door windows. Minjeong sped up, of courseâ if she braked theyâd fire again. It was all a blur, from there. You got out of the car, your back against the corrugated metal of the drop off pointâs doors. You stared around you, pointing at an old building. âThere, Winter- itâs a-â
âSnipers,â she finished, eyes wide with panic. âHijueputa! I fucking knew we shouldâve stayed away from MedellĂn-â
âNo fucking time for that, Winter, get down-â
bullets cut through the air. You dragged Winter behind the Jeepâs metal body, looking over it and shooting wherever the bullets rained from.
there was maybe three people, four, even. Winter focused on the right, you focused on the left. You only had a pistol on you, but luckily you had enough rounds. You aimed straight at one manâs headâ it was a straight shot, and you saw the blood spew out from his forehead. It was a mess of blood and bits of brain as far as you could see, his body slumping over the sandbags where he was hiding. They turned red, quickly.
You peeked over the jeep, again, about to shoot the second man on the left whenâ
a sharp pain was felt in your right shoulder. The force of it sent you nearly falling back, but you caught yourself. You looked straight ahead.
the sniper.
You were panicking and filled with adrenalineâ you set the gun on the other man, watching him rise slowly, andâ
straight into the neck, blood rushed out of the wound, and you heard a disgusting gargling noise. Blood, in some areas, was highly pressurizedâ it would shoot out like a fountain.
Winter had managed to shoot the sniper, finally, which was a miracle considering the distance. Right now, you didnât care about the logistics of how, all you knew was that this was a trap. More people were coming. âWinter, we have to go,â you demanded, looking over at her.
She was bleeding from her thigh and side. Fucking hell.
you shoved her into the passenger seat, ignoring the warmth you could feel trickling down your shoulder, the way it hurt to move your arm. You started the car, and drove straight out of there. You drove as fast as you could, making it back in just around two hours and a half. You had tied your jacket around Winterâs leg, and her own around her side, the other girl groaning in pain throughout the ride. âYa, Winter, cĂĄllate!â You spat, stressed and frazzled. âYouâre gonna be fine, youâre gonna be okay-â you continued, clenching your jaw to not scream from the burning in your shoulder.
When you made it back, you stumbled out of the car, glass shards all over the hood, opening the doors. âNing,â you called, knowing sheâd always be near, most likely cleaning some blood after an interrogation or packing some coke. âNing, it was a trap- help, please, Winter got shot,â you continued, calling out desperately. Ning appeared a few seconds after, eyes wide, rushing to the car. She helped Winter inside, laying her on the couch. She had lost a bit of blood, but the bullet hadnât hit a major artery. You knew the bullet shouldnât have hit her heart, either. Ning looked at you, seriously. âGo get Karina. And Giselle,â
you did as told.
you rushed to Karinaâs office, the older woman looking at you with a bored expression, gaze lingering on your shoulder.
She didnât ask any questions, just raised an eyebrow. âIt was a trap,â you replied, panting, ignoring your own bleeding shoulder. âWinter.. she needs- she needs a hospital,â
Karina looked unsurprised. âOh, yes,â she replied, holding your gaze. âHow unfortunate of an event,â
Her words were.. slow. Almost mocking or sarcasticâ you didnât have time to decipher what they meant. She brushed past you, making her way to Winter, calmly
âNing, how bad is it?â She questioned, leaning over the other girlâs body. There was no hint of worry or concern on her face, just curiosity.
âNot fatal, but serious. It didnât hit the femoral artery, but I suspect it either fracture or grazed her femur. For the side wound, I donât think it hit anything major, maybe a rib, but no organs. Even so, she needs medical attention now, Karinaâ speaking of, where is Giselle?â She continued, exasperated and stressed.
âShe should be on her way. She was coming back from a job, already. She should be here soon,â was Karinaâs nonchalant reply.
you decided that she couldnât really be waited on, and Karina was clearly unhelpful.
âDo you guys have an operating table? You know whatâ get me a table. Just get me a table,â you demanded, reaching for some surgical gloves.
They laid Winter on the table, turning on all the lights. You positioned a lamp right over her, and stared at the bullet wounds.
there were only 2. You could do this, you had been taught first aid. This couldnât be that hard.
You began to clean the wounds with running alcohol and cotton balls, trying to wipe away the blood that wouldnât stop, and clean the wounds. You had grabbed a pair of tweezers, planning on just yanking out the bullet yourself when Giselle slammed the doors open, staring at the scene in shock.
âWhat the fuck are you all doing?â She shrieked, rushing over and moving you away. âDo you have any surgical training at all? You could kill her!â She exclaimed.
âWell, you werenât exactly coming very quickly,â you retorted, now insulted. âIâm sure itâs not that hard to remove a bullet, just take it out-â
âAre you an idiot?â She exclaimed, shocked. âGet out of the way, this is why Iâm here. Iâll deal with this,â
she pushed you away, putting on her own pair of blue surgical gloves, and a mask. She moved the lamp to the wound on Winterâs chest, inspecting it. She took hold of the tweezers, cleaning the wound once again with an alcohol wipeâ but there was no time for painkillers. She extracted the bullet carefully, holding Winter down so she wouldnât squirm and hurt herself, followed by her stitching up the wound. It took around twenty minutes for the bullet hole to be stitched up.
she repeated the same process with the second, before cleaning the wounds, again, and beginning to wrap them with gauze. Winter looked pale, and in pain, but she tried to show no sign of it on her face. Once Giselle finished with her, she turned over to you.
âSit,â she instructed, voice flat and providing no room for judgement.
Karina had shrugged, disappearing back to her office, while Ning had left to go help Winter, leaving you alone with Giselle. She removed your shirt, unclipping your bra with practiced ease, and inspecting the wound. It had started to really hurt, now, the adrenaline having worn off.
âDonât you have painkillers?â You asked, petulantly.
âNo,â she muttered back. âYou can handle it. Youâre part of a gang, now, thereâs going to be pain,â she reminded, harshly.
She cleaned the wound with alcohol, a hiss leaving your mouth at the sting. Your breath hitched when the tweezers made their way into the wound on your shoulder, clenching your jaw in pain. Giselle looked at you, coldly. âDonât scream,â were her final words before she removed the bullet, cleanly, in one piece.
you gasped in pain, breathing heavily as the wound began to bleed again. Giselle held your other shoulder, keeping you in place as she sewed it shut, cleaning it again, and wrapping it with gauze. âFuck,â you hissed, wincing at the sting of alcohol.
âStop squirming,â she growled, and it made you sit still, albeit breathing hard and cursing under your breath. She handed you two pillsâ painkillersâ and a glass of water, after the fact.
âDonât take baths, youâll reopen the wound, make sure to shower. Someone will have to help you redress the wound and make sure it doesnât get infected. Karina isnât good with wounds, and Ning will handle Winter. Iâll keep an eye on you myself,â she muttered, and it felt more like a threat than anything.
you took the pills, drinking the water to wash them down.
you glanced over to her.
âWhat are you, a doctor?â You asked, curious albeit a bit sarcastic.
âYes, technically, I am,â she responded back, flatly. âWorked in el campo for my residency, saw the Guerrilla, saw the way people were livingâ got into this business, just as it started. Thatâs all,â she finished, succinctly.
you felt like the story was too practiced. Too simple. You began to suspect that something was off with Giselleâ something most definitely was. The way she was never with the rest of the group, her detachment, her strange accentâ she was suspicious, and it occurred to you that if you could reveal whatever it was, youâd secure yourself a spot in the gang and officially cement your place, as well as weakening the structure and trust of the organization. It was perfect. This was a great chance, an amazing opportunity. You were sure to take it.
That is, of course, if everything went according to plan.
(It never did)
You couldnât shake the feeling that Karina had something to do with this. She seemed so dismissive, so.. unimpressed. What was it? Why was she so cold?
You sat at the edge of Winterâs bed, the other girl listening to your ramblings and theories half-heartedly, dazed. Ning was leaning against the wall, the both of you speaking lowly, so as to not be heard.
âShe was testing you,â Ningning informed, after mulling on it for a bit.
âWhat?â You blinked, the words like a shock to your system. âShe sent one of her menâ along with the newest recruitâ into a trap, with only two pistols against a sniper and three other men, all to test.. no, why would she do that? She wouldnât endanger her own members,â you dismissed, shaking your head.
âShe would,â Ning informed, flatly. âKarinaâs our boss, yes, we respect her. But she didnât get to where she is by playing nice,â she reminded. âKarina will do whatever she has to do to ensure her business, first and foremost. That is what is the most important to her. Plus, the government has been far too close to us, lately,â Ning scoffed, shaking her head with her arms crossed. âSheâs probably become more carefulâ which isnât good if youâre new. Youâre probably in for it,â The dark haired girl guessed, meeting your gaze. âI wouldnât be surprised if we got dragged into it, too. Weâre disposable. Just pawns in this game,â she continued, pushing off the wall and reaching the door, hand resting on the handle. âBut I hope you make it out,â she added. âYouâve been helpful,â was her final compliment, before she exited.
You stared at your hands. You had thoughtâ genuinelyâ that Karina was kind, maybe misunderstood. You really thought you were smarter than her.
you now realized that Karina was extremely intelligent. She didnât care what sacrifices had to be madeâ sheâd protect what was hers, what sheâd built. Worst of all, she might even know you were an informant already, she might just be playing with you.
you had walked right into the lionâs den, without even knowing. All the while, you thought you were one step ahead, that you were in control.
your head fell to your hands, a choked sob leaving your body.
you were going to die here.
Every single one of you was going to die here.
1985, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 6:25 P.M. Location: currently, a safehouse for the cartel Objective: Find the key members of the cartel
it had been a week since the incident. Winter had given you her real nameâ Kim Minjeong. Why? She said you had earned it, after saving her life.
Things had been tense, to say the least. Ning was considerably angry with Karina, which the older girl did not like. Giselle had been speaking to Karina more often, yet, she was also out the same amount of time.
Minjeong had told you that there had been talk of working more closely with the guerrilla, and that information worried you. The guerrilla was already enough trouble on its ownâ with the resources from the cartel, itâd be a horrible force for the government.
It was early November, already, and Giselle had seemed beyond tense, pacing whenever you caught a glimpse of her in her room, always thinking to herself, it seemed.
she was changing your bandages, now, a distant look on her face. The movements were practiced, almost like she was working on autopilot.
âHey,â you called. âGiselle,â
âWhat?â She responded, flatly. âWhat is it?â
âWhy do you seem so mad lately?â Was your question. She kept a blank, annoyed look on her face. She continued to clean your wound, but eventually responded. âNothing. Just some negotiations that have been going in circles for days, now. Donât worry about it,â she dismissed, stepping back once she had finished, moving to get some gauze.
âReally?â You hummed. âAnything to do with the guerrilla?â
Giselle stared, clenching her jaw. She began to bandage you, but spoke lowly. âDonât talk about them. You have no idea what theyâre like. You shouldnât know any of this, anyway. Iâm sure Karina wouldnât like that,â she added, dangerously.
After the events that transpired on your last run, you had grown wary of Karina. You tried not to make it obvious, but everyone could tell, and the girl delighted in it. She loved the power and control, of course. Her smile was unsettling.
you quieted, after that comment. Giselle finished bandaging you, stepping away. âStay out of things that donât concern you,â she advised, but took a second to add something on. âDonât worry too much. I donât think sheâll kill you,â Giselle paused, a smile blooming on her face, âYet,â she added, walking out.
Not very comforting in the slightest, but you should figure out what you could while you were here. You sighed, laying back on the bed.
Giselle was definitely lying about somethingâ you just needed to find out what.
The guerrilla had led a siege on el Palacio de Justicia. It lasted two days, with many deaths. You saw the current news on it, even contacted your people in DAS about itâ they had strictly warned you not to unless information was found, but those were your people. They couldâve died.
Giselle watched the news over your shoulder, or listened to it while she fixed your bandages. Minjeong had been getting better, too, her leg much better. Ning watched as well, her arms crossed.
Karina didnât comment on it. Almost like she knew it would happen.
a suspicious amount of money was given to the guerilla by Karina a few weeks prior. You felt a shudder run through you, which Giselle responded to with a bark of âStop squirmingâ.
later, Karina called you into her office.
âY/n,â she smiled, tilting her head. âYou seem.. on edge. May I ask why?â She was being overly formal, and it unsettled you.
âEver since the attack, I keep feeling like itâll happen again,â you began, ramblingâ it wasnât a lie, per se, but it wasnât the whole truth. The fear in your eyes and shakiness of your movement confirmed that, at least, it was partially true. âIm scared, that theyâll come here, and kill us. I donât know what to do,â
Karinaâs smile stayed in place, as she ushered you to sit down on the couch, there. âDonât worry, corazĂłn,â she assured, a hand running through your hair. You began to relaxâ maybe she wasnât so scary, after allâ It was understandable, maybe it wasnât actually a test, maybe-
âAs long as youâre loyal, nothing bad will happen to you,â she continued, hand tightening in your hair. âIf you were to sell us out, then, you understand. I couldnât promise your protection,â her hand strengthening its grip on your hair, speaking into your ear.
âNow, why donât we get your mind off it?â She offered, looking into your eyes with a faux-sweet expression.
you complied, obviously. Despite the fear, there was a part of you that was drawn to her. She was threatening to kill you if you betrayed her, yet, you still kissed her, desperately.
she kissed back, of course, hungrily and heatedly.
Thatâs how most of the both of your talks ended, anyway.
1986, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 12:01 AM Location: una discoteca Objective: Find the key members of the cartel
It was 1986, nowâ had just turned into the new year. You were at a club, celebrating another year alive.
You had no idea where the other three girls went, thoroughly tipsy and entranced with Karina.
Karina was a bad person, you knew this. She was ruthless, and you should be scared of her.
but right now, with her hands on your hips, in the flashing lights of the club, you couldnât quite remember that.
The two of you stumbled into the quieter, back parts of the club where there were rooms. Karina knew this place better than you, anyway.
it was still loud, and you could barely hear anything. She pressed you against the wall, tugging your hair, beginning to suck and bite at your neck.
she was most definitely drunk, you could tell by the flush to her face and how her words were looser than normal.
You knew you shouldâve taken advantage of this, but you couldnât. Your body felt hot, and instead of finding information, like you should have, you fell right back into Karina like a rat to a glue-trap.
you were pathetic.
and you knew it.
1986, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 2:23 AM Location: a safehouse for the cartel Objective: Find the key members of the cartel
Karina had called you into her office, except this time, Giselle was there.
You were beyond exhausted, but did not complain.
They were both intimidating. Giselle was staring at you, coldly, arms crossed, while Karina had an amused expression on her face, grinning, head tilted into her hand.
âY/n, I have a job for you,â she called, in a cheery voice.
âIt shouldnât be too hard, but youâll be working with Giselle from now on. Itâll be good for you,â she continued, standing up and walking towards you. âSheâll keep you safeâ wonât you, Gigi?â She asked, almost mockingly, a saccharine expression in her face.
âYouâll have a body by the end of the day. Thatâs all you want her for, anyway,â Giselle retorted, irritated.
âHow great! Come now, y/n, Giselle will explain,â Karina beckoned, quite happy today. Some expansion into the U.S. had gone well, you knew that much, but there was no reason she should be so.. animated.
Karina handed you a semiautomatic pistol, which you stared down at. She then smiled, handing you a small box of bullets. She still kept a smile on her face, remarking, âYou know, these are special. Theyâre hollow point bulletsâ Ningning made them,â
âWhat? She made them?â You knew of hollow-point bullets, they werenât a secret, just uncommon.
âDrill a hole into them, cut an X to make some petals, and there you have itâ well, Iâd ask Ningning, of course, Iâm not a weapons specialist. Itâs quite easy,â
âBut why? They donât-â
âEffectiveness. They leave a bigger exit wound, and leave shrapnel inside the body at times,â Giselle interrupted. âIn other words, pain. Theyâre used to inflict pain,â
Karina smiled, sadistic as ever, as she watched Giselle load some rifles.
âToday, we have a few hits to get done,â Giselle informed. âYouâll be coming with me. You know how to shoot a rifle?â She asked, glancing over at your horrified expression.
âNo, I-â
âWhat about a pistol?â
You nodded.
âPerfect!â Karina exclaimed. âYou can help with the interrogation, then. Giselle, Iâll meet you at the location. Try not to dirty her too much, hm?â Karina advised, slinking away.
âThatâs why sheâs so happy?â You asked, in shock. âBecause-â
âBecause she gets to kill someone? Yeah, thatâs why. Sheâs sick in the head. You knew what you were getting into,â
you stared at Giselle in silence. The other girl was grabbing some sniper-rifle that you had never seen before, and several rounds of ammunition.
she loaded it into the car, and you two began the drive.
you held the pistol in your hands shakily, silent for most of the ride.
once you got to the location, you watched Giselle pray. You had heard of hitmen praying before their job, and you still couldnât understand. They prayed to God to protect them, yet, they were about to take a life.
âWhy are you praying?â You asked, suddenly, acidly. âWeâre about to kill people, God wouldnât-â
âItâs my job,â she interrupted, which was a common occurrence with Giselle. âItâs my job, and Iâm just asking Him to keep me alive until itâs over,â she spat, coolly. âYou donât know what Iâve had to do. But you will, soon. So just shut up, will you?â She got out of the car, slamming the door shut. You scrambled after her, and the both of you hauled the equipment up the boarded-up, run-down building, up several flights of stairs, finally beginning to set it up after a few stories, looking down at a busy road.
âWhy are we killing him?â You murmured your question, watching as Giselle began to adjust the rifle.
âHe owes Karina money, and he wonât pay it. He also stole some of our goods and has been cutting pure cocaine with some other shit, I didnât really care enough to figure out what. His other friend is the one weâll be interrogating. Heâll die no matter what he says,â Giselle shrugged, watching the empty street, the morning finally coming through the sky, although the dark, clouded sky blocked the bright sun.
âHow long will we be here?â
âHowever long it takes,â
It turns out that âhowever long it takesâ meant almost eight hours. You were bored to death, yet still terrified. You were about to kill someone. And you had been here, waiting on edge for it to happen, for almost eight hours. You felt like you were going to burst into tears.
âGiselle, how much longer is this gonna take?â You complained, although a bit shaky.
âTrust me, I donât want to be here either,â she drawled. âBut he should be here, soon. He works near here,â
It took maybe another half hour before he appeared. Giselle saw him before you did, obviouslyâ you didnât even know what he looked likeâ but she didnât immediately shoot. Her eyes stared down at him through the scope, her fingers brushing against the trigger. He was wide open, walking slowly without a car in the world. He stopped for a second, someone crossing in front of himâ
click.
you heard the gun go off before you looked down.
Giselle had shot him perfectly in the side of the head. You couldnât see a lot, obviously, you were pretty high up, but you saw enough.
his body crumpled to the ground, immediately, blood pooling around him. People screamed, cars stopped, and they all were looking around frantically trying to find the shooter. Giselle moved the gun and herself away from the window, to the side where they werenât visible.
âCome on, hurry upâ we gotta go,â she urged.
âHold on, wonât they see us step out of the building? Isnât this a bad idea?â
âThey wonât catch us, thereâs too much chaos going down there. Now come on, letâs go,â
The drive to the warehouse was relatively silent.
Giselle was tense, but that wasnât new. She always was. But she seemed almost.. solemn. Quiet.
you both arrived, stepping out of the car, into the meeting point. Giselle had her own pistol, you also kept yours on hand.
when you entered, there was a man tied there. Giselle tensed when she saw him, but said nothing. You figured it was because of Karina, standing behind him with the same placid, content smile. It was eerie.
âGiselle, Y/n! Youâve made it,â she smiled. âI take it the job went well?â
âIt was all fine,â Giselle replied. âNothing out of the ordinary happened,â
âThatâs great, really, itâs good! Iâm quite happy today, Y/n, because we have a special guest. I know I said he owed me moneyâ in a way he doesâ but this is something far more important. He works with the Americans! Isnât that just amazing?â She continued, happily, waving her gun around in the air as she spoke. âIâm sure weâll get some good information out of him,â
âSo, the both of you, come! Letâs begin,â Karina gestured to the man, in the dim lights.
you figured, wellâ the show must go on.
The man was tied to a chair, that much was obvious. The floor was concrete, and there were boarded up windows and maybe one or two hanging lightbulbs. It was a bit dark.
the walls were steel, corrugated iron, and it gave a prison-like feel. the man was looking around, wildly, straining against his restraints.
âHey,â Karina called, walking closer to him.
âYouâre going to tell me everything there is to know about those Americans, okay? And then Iâll let you go. As long as you donât lie,â she assured, pausing. âNow talk,â she demanded.
âTheyâve noticed the supply into their country. Theyâre working on stopping it. Theyâve already sent a few agents to infiltrate a few different parts of the cartelââ
âWhich ones?â Was her sharp, quick reply.
âMedellĂn, primarily, but theyâve been looking to BogotĂĄ. I donât know much more than that, I donât even know who the agents are, I-â
âNing!â Karina barked, the dark haired girl appearing out of the dark. She held a pistol in her hand, jaw clenched, staring up at Karina.. defiantly, almost. âWonât you be a dear and deal with him, for me?â
Ning glanced to the man. His eyes widened, and he began to thrash. âNo! I donât know anything, I swear, I donât know any agents! I donât know anything!â He pleaded, desperately. Ning looked away, aiming the gun.
You heard a whispered âIâm sorryâ, and she made the shot.
Through the head, perfectly center. Ning placed a hand over her mouth, the smell of blood biting and metallic, letting out a choked sob.
Karina looked over at Ning. âNow, Ning-ie, thereâs a bus waiting for you outside. Youâll take that back to our meeting point, wonât you? So you wonât get caught?â
Ning nodded, wiping her eyes of tears. She went over to Giselle, they exchanged some words, huggedâ she came over to you.
âY/n.. Iâm sorry. Thereâs no way to get you out, now. Be careful, donât.. donât trust anyone, donât- just.. be careful, okay?â she advised, lowly, hugging you, still crying faintly.
âNing, what- I donât understand, whyâre you acting like this?â
âYouâll tell Minjeong Iâll miss her, right? I wanted to say goodbye, properly, but.. I didnât have time. I left a note,â she added, slipping it into your pocket inconspicuously, pulling away from the hug. âGive it to her, for me. You were fun to be around, Iâll miss you too. Donât lose yourself, stay focused. It was nice to know you, y/n,â
âYeah, yeah, Iâll tell her- Iâll give it to her- Ning, why are you acting like this? Whatâs going on?â
Ning smiled, laughing wetly, still crying. âYouâll find out, later. Youâll find out..â
Karina walked Ning out of the warehouse. You and Giselle trailed behind, still a few paces away. The bus was parked right outside, filled with people.
Karina hugged Ning, whispered something to her which made Ning clench her fists and cry harderâ you donât know from what.
Ning got on the bus with a smile, cryingâ though you still didnât know whyâ and waved goodbye.
You looked to Giselle, confused, watching the bus continue on, further down the street, already maybe a mile or two away from you. âWhat was that abou-â
your ears rang. You heard it before it registered.
the bus had exploded.
there was carnage, everywhere. Parts of it had been thrown into different buildings. There were body parts strewn across the street, a crater in the asphalt, fire, along the metalâ cars had been crushed, it was now chaos in the streets. You had almost been pushed back from the force, nicking yourself with the small, sharp pieces of metal. Karina was still standing, her suit dusty and filled with ash.
âKarina, what- what did you do?â you cried, confused and distraught yet again, feeling the tears build in your eyes.
Karina cooed, crouching down over you, thumbing the skin under your eye. âOh, mi amor, donât cry,â she reassured. âNing was working with the Americans. The man in the warehouse knew, and was helping her sneak information along our supply chain! Donât worry, the traitor is gone,â she ran a hand through your now dirty hair, cleaning a cut on your face with her finger. She smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, speaking lowly into your ear.
âIâm tired of these Americans trying to ruin my business. They keep putting themselves where they donât belong. Donât worry, mi cielo, youâll be safe as long as youâre loyal to me, and as long as you listen. I know you will. Because youâre trustworthy, arenât you?â She smiled, looking down at you.
you nodded, dazed. Karina had just killed Ning. Ning was dead. You had to get out of here. You figured hundreds were injured. You had to leave.
Giselle was even farther back, looking at Karina with contempt.
you didnât notice, though. You were too busy watching the flames dance in the street.
1987, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 9:46 P.M Location: a safehouse for the cartel Objective: Find the key members of the cartel
it had been almost a year since the incident.
ever since Ning died, things had been different. Minjeong had been quieter, and angrier. Everything set her off, she came back covered in blood most of the time. You didnât want to ask where sheâd beenâ youâd just sit with her, quietly. Sometimes you heard her cry at night.
Giselle had been even more cagey, always out, defensive, on high-alert constantly.
and Karina.. well, youâd been spending a lot of time with Karina. You knew she was bad, you did, but there was something about her. It was just something about her, something that drew you in, and you hated yourself for it.
like right now. You were in her office, again, as she kissed you hungrily, hands gripping your hips in a bruising grasp.
your mind drifted. You reported back to DAS every so often, but you did inform them that you had to be very careful, that your reports would be sporadic. Truthfully, they didnât event think youâd make it this far, do they were okay with waiting. They seemed to have several informants, anyway.
ây/n,â Karina growled, lowly, sucking and biting harshly at your neck. âYou seem distracted. Focus on me, no? You promised youâd help me..â she murmured, almost a pleading sound to her voice. You werenât stupid, though. Karina didnât beg, she didnât plead. This was mocking. You sucked it up, though.
you tried to focus on her, you did, but everything was beginning to get to you. DAS weighed heavily on your mind, and Minjeongâs grief did, too, and Giselleâs odd behavior, her accent, even the way she dressedâ she didnât seem like she was from here. She didnât seem like sheâd been her a long while.
âY/n,â Karina snapped, annoyed. âFocus, will you? Or maybe youâll end up like that bastard traitor,â she remarked, acidly, far too much emotion for the situation. Karina had been angrier lately, too. It must be the stress of the betrayal. Surely thatâs whyâ it shook her to her core that there was a rat in her ranks. She had gotten paranoid.
the mention of Ning made you emotional, though. You felt tears prick at your eyes.
she looked down, and let out a laugh. âOh, I love when you cry, baby,â she grinned, voice rough. âIt makes you look so good. But not right now.. maybe in a bit. Stop being such a pussy,â she instructed, to which you nodded shakily.
and like that is how your work went, for a bit.
it wasnât until late 1988 everything began to change.
Karina had been busy, lately. A lot of men came to her office, ones you didn't recognize and some you did, vaguely, from other meetings.
Karina had been overtly paranoid about informantsâ It was a miracle she hadn't discovered you, yetâ or maybe she had. Maybe she was just waiting for the right time, playing with you, maybe-
"Y/n!" She called, in a sing-song tone.
You entered her office, quietly.
"I need your help for another job. A big one. If you do this, then it'll officially make you a part of us! Isn't that fantastic, baby?"
Karina had her hands on your hips, the same practiced smile she always wore on her face.
"Yes.. fantastic, it really is," you replied, in a murmur. "But what will I be doing?"
"You know the DAS building, here, in BogotĂĄ? Well, amor, we'll be getting rid of it,"
"rid of it?" You tried to school your expression, but the shock and horror was plainly visible on your face. You felt sick.
"Rid of it. As in, you knowâ the building. I have a few ways to make sure it stays gone for quite a while. Itâll take nearly a year, I predict, but itâll get done. Youâll be going to a few meetings with Giselle and me to make sure you can help. Is that okay, y/n?â She asked, in a faux-concerned tone. You both knew she wasnât asking whether or not youâd do it, you had to. It was a rhetorical question. You would say yes, either way.
âYes. Itâs.. itâs fine,â you murmured.
âGood. Now, you can go. Iâm sure thereâs something for you to do to make yourself useful around here,â
MEETING ONE 1988, MedellĂn, Colombia Local time: 4:52 P.M. Location: a small town up in the mountains; el campo Objective: Find the key members of the cartel.
Driving with Giselle was really not a good time. The songs on the radio were good, though.
the other girl was so frustrated, for some reason.
âGiselle,â you chanced. âI donât mean to pry, but seriouslyâ why are you so.. stressed?â
âWeâre about to blow up Colombiaâs national security headquarters, I think anyone would be stressed,â
You eyed her, not quite convinced.
âYou know, anytime we carry out a job youâre so on edge,â you commented. she whipped her head around, knuckles turning white as she gripped the steering wheel.
âAre you accusing me of something, y/l/n?â
âNo,â you replied, slowly. âNot at all,â
the meeting took place up in the mountains.
the negotiations were mostly handled by Giselle, but she looked nearly ready to scream.
âWeâre paying you what youâve asked, just give us the supply,â she repeated, voice low.
âI think itâs fair to ask for a little more, linda,â
Giselle was seething. Honestly, these men had rifles, machine gunsâ you werenât about to fight them. you took out your pistol.
you pointed it right at the 500kg of dynamite.
âTake the money,â you instructed, eyes wide. You looked crazed, most likely.
they stared at you.
âI said take the FUCKING MONEY! You think I wonât do it? We can add on 130,000 more pesos, but thatâs it.â
They agreed.
Giselle was silent, in the car drive. You stared at your hands.
âYou wouldâve done it,â she murmured.
âI would have,â you agreed, and it came with a sick sense of realization. You would have killed everyone in there, including yourself. You would have done it. Who were you? What had you become?
Giselle laughed, one of the only times you had ever seen her show a positive emotion.
âOh, God,â she snickered. âYou really didnât think when you signed up for this, huh?â She commented. Your eyes widened, but you schooled them back into place.
no, she couldnât mean what you thought. She couldnât.
âCareful, baby,â she hummed. âYou donât wanna become something you canât come back from,â
well, thatâs fucking ominous.
Your next meeting was scheduled in the following weeks. You felt like Giselle was.. watching you. Her gaze never left you, but whenever you looked back, she was always just staring out a window, or at something on the wall. It was unnerving.
The second meeting went smoothly, but ended late. Giselle was driving once again, smoking.
âDo you have another?â You asked, suddenly, glancing at her against the dark backdrop of the night.
âAnother what?â She questioned, looking over at you for only a moment, before focusing on the old, pot-hole filled road again.
âA cigarette. And a light,â you clarified, holding out a hand.
âI have a cigarette,â she confirmed, handing you one. âBut no light. Sorry,â she shrugged, seemingly unbothered.
âOh, fuck off Giselle. Just light it with yours,â
She rolled her eyes. âWhy should I? Donât you have a lighter?â
âI didnât bring my lighter, I didnât think I needed it,â you shot back.
She sighed, annoyed, but complying. She kept one hand on the wheel, barely glancing at the road, lit cigarette half in her mouth, being held in place by her hand. You kept your own firmly between your lips, not wanting it to fall.
she pressed the lit end to your own, eyes dark, and you couldnât help but stare into them.
the end finally caught a spark, lighting up, and you both stared for a second more before breaking away.
You took a long drag, averting your eyes from her gaze, glad the dark of the night would hide your blush.
âThanks,â you muttered, gazing out into the fields.
âDonât mention it,â
MEETING THREE 1988, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 2:31 A.M. Location: Karinaâs office Objective: Find the key members of the cartel.
It happened so very late, and you struggled to stay awake. You felt your eyes closing, but Giselle would push you, and youâd spring back up.
Karina was arguing with a man about the price of the job. She was aggravated, he wasnât taking the accepted offer.
The meeting had started off very casualâ she even offered him some of their supply. You didnât take any, neither did Giselle, but Karina and the man each did a line, snorting it off the table.
You watched the cross that hung from her neck dangle along the table, occasionally tapping the wood. The other man wore one as well, as did Giselle, as did youâ you felt just a bit guilty about it. Hopefully, Heâd forgive you for your wrongdoings. Hitmen prayed to God and so did drug lordsâ as did nuns, priests, politiciansâ all prayed, all believed. At least, most did. They claimed so.
You were shaken from your thoughts by a loud crash. Karina had pushed the man against the wall, yelling, nowâ âÂĄMe estĂĄs sacando la piedra!â
Giselle never said anything like that. Come to think of it, she cursed under her breath, you werenât even sure what language it was. you shouldnât be thinking of Giselle, though, not when this man seemed like he would die. That shook you out of your stationary position.
you jumped up, rushing towards her. âKarina! Karina, let him go!â You demanded, trying to pull her off. Giselle followed suit, prying her off him. Karina was panting, she looked crazed. Blood trickled out of her nose, and you wondered how much of her supply she was doing.
âYou donât understand,â she growled, clutching her desk. âJust take the money,â she began, again, and the man finally nodded. She practically threw the money at him, watching as he scrambled out. She let out a frustrated sound, slamming her hands on the desk.
âGiselle, get out. Y/n. Stay,â she demanded, not turning around.
Giselle hesitated, for a moment, it was barely noticeable.
but she left.
Karina turned to you, and like so many times beforeâ you were truly, deeply scared. And yet..
you fell right back into her, letting her kiss you, use you, until she was fine again.
1989, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 3:13 A.M. Location: An old, unused road in the mountainside Objective: Find the key members of the cartel.
The meetings happened in quick succession. They took place all throughout the rest of 1988, and into early 1989. It wasnât until September that things really began to change.
Minjeong was always out. She avoided Karina, and only spoke with Giselle sparsely.
You and Giselle were in the car, currently. The final meeting had just occurred, and the both of you had gotten tired of driving.
you were both just sitting there, with the car off. Giselle spoke, suddenly.
âHow do you do it?â She questioned. âHow do you put up with her?â
âWhat? What are you talking about?â
âKarina. I just.. sometimes, sheâs too much. Especially lately. Sheâs paranoid,â
âI donât know, I just-â you couldnât say it was because it was your job. You couldnât say it was because a part of you wanted her. You werenât sure how to even reply to that. âI just do,â
Giselle seemed like she wanted to say something, but she closed her mouth. It was silent till she spoke again. âI donât understand you. I mean, youâre like me, but.. youâre just so.. differentâ naive,â
âI am not naive!â You protested, even though you knew very well you were.
âYes you are! I know youâre- I-â she wasnât being very coherent, aggravated, fingers flexing like she was antsy.
âIâm what? What am I? Just spit it out, Giselle! Iâm tired of-â
She cut you off, kissing you. You were surprised, for a moment, but quickly reciprocated. Her fingers curled in your hair, pulling you closer. You braced yourself on the dash, trying not to touch the wheel or anything else that could move the car.
âYouâre so fucking infuriating,â Giselle muttered, pulling you into the backseat with her. âYou just have no idea whatâs going on, do you?â
You panted, now slightly confused. âWhat?â
âNevermind,â she groaned, pulling you closer once again.
She pulled you onto her lap, and you snaked your hands into her hair, tugging at it, blunt nails scratching at her scalp.
You didnât really feel bad about it, is what youâd realize later, when you were driving back in silence.
You kind of wanted her to do it again.
You and Giselle didnât talk about anything that had happened. Partly because you didnât want to, and partly because you feared what Karina would do if she found out. The weeks leading up to what you found to be a tragedy were tense. Minjeong was out more often than not, as was Giselle. You couldnât warn anyone, because Karina had such a close eye on you, lately. She just wouldnât leave you alone.
December came quicker than you would wish.
It was night when you heard Minjeong speaking to Karina.
âJimin, you canât do this,â she murmured, lowly, voice laced with an unseen anger.
âWhy are you so tense, Minjeong? I thought you always agreed with me..â she sighed, and you could hear her walking through the thin walls.
âI canât let you kill so many people, itâs just- itâs insane! Youâre being irrationalâ youâve snorted half of your own fucking supply!â
âShut the fuck up,â Karinaâ Jimin, youâve learnedâ spat, and the unmistakable sound of a slap resounded through the warehouse, Karina breathing hard. You heard a struggle, and panting. âIâll kill you, Minjeong, donât think I wonât. Iâve kept you around out of pityâ and of course, youâve always been so obedient. Why are you so hellbent on rebelling now?â She whined, in a mocking manner.
âYou killed Ningningâ how am I supposed to be loyal to someone who kills her own men?â Minjeong replied, voice breathy, as if she couldnât breathe.
There was silence.
âYouâll learn. Now, leave here. If you argue against me again, Iâll feed you to the wolves,â Jimin growled, and the sound of Minjeong hitting the floor was heard all throughout the warehouse. âGet out of my sight,â
1989, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 11:13 A.M. Location: a safehouse for the cartel Objective: Find the key members of the cartel.
Karina was, and always will be, a mystery.
you had found out now that Karinaâs name was Yu Jimin. You had asked Minjeong, shortly after what happened. You went to sleep, and awoke to the sound of the radio, blaring.
âEl edificio del Departamento Administrativo de Seguridad ha sido bombardeado.â
you woke up with a start. You knew itâd happen. But there was a sense of true hatred, in that moment.
you walked out of your room.
you walked into Karinaâs office.
âYu Jimin,â
she whipped around, smile morphing into a frown in seconds.
âHow do you know that name?â
âMinjeong,â
She saw the gun in your hand.
âOh, wonât you put that down?â
You stared at her.
She smiled, then.
âYou know, I knew you worked for them,â she began, nonchalantly.
âWhat?â
all that work, all that secrecyâ it meant nothing, in the end? She knew, she always knew?
âI saw you searching for our names. You were just so.. you seemed like youâd work for the government. And then I found that little phone you had! Itâs been disconnected for years. They havenât received a single message,â
You stared, still, dumbfounded. Suddenly, this made it all the worse. She did this, forced you to helpâ knowing? You raised the pistol.
âGiselle,â Karina called, and the other girl appeared a few seconds later. She stared at the scene in front of her, looking between the two of you.
âGet rid of her for me, will you?â Karina dismissed, shrugging off the threat.
Giselle slowly took out her own gun. She pointed it at you, and yetâ
âYu Jimin, youâre under arrest for drug trafficking, terrorism, murder, smuggling, and-â
âWhat? What are you talking about?â Her eyes widened, as she shot up to her feet, gripping at her desk.
âMy name is Aeri Uchinaga. I work for the FBI-â
âIt was you!â She shrieked, nearly mad. âYou were the mole? But you- youâve killed in my name! Wonât you be implicit?â
âIâll be pardoned by the state, most likely,â she informed.
it all made sense now. The strange accent, the tray she was so tense, constantlyâ you were a bit proud of yourself for noticing all the off things about her, but now was not the time.
you stared at Karina. You wanted to shoot her.
âShe could leave,â you pointed out.
Giselle glanced over at you. âShe could,â
you aimed at her leg. Just a bit off from the major artery in the thigh.
a click.
The aftermath was severe. The building was destroyed, most of your department had dissolved. Minjeong was working with the police, you had found outâ although you hadnât heard from her since the arresting.
you werenât sure what to do, anymore. You had dedicated so much to thisâ and it was all for nothing. Essentially, you had failed.
You were currently living with Aeri, actually. You were a valuable witnessâ you had seen and done things that would hopefully be able to incriminate Karina, more than all the other records there was of her actions.
Aeri wasnât as mean as she had been. She was actually quite quietâ but not mean. You two spoke about it. A lot had happened, and you both lived through it. You could relate to each other.
it would take time, though.
1993, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 11:13 A.M. Location: Washington, D.C. Objective: . . .
It had been 4 years since Yu Jimin had been arrested. She was facing many, many chargesâ although you tried not to keep up with the news. There was to much going on.
currently, you were with Aeri. You and Aeri had gotten much closer in the following yearsâ how could you not? You spent almost every waking moment together.
Aeri had some work to do, so you were waiting. It was quite simple, really.
You had been offered a position, hereâ in D.C. Youâd work on other jobs, similar to this, but far more investigative. It sounded.. good. Youâd like to help people, thats alwayâs something youâve wanted.
You were shaken out of your thoughts by Aeri.
âHey,â she called, to get your attention. âLetâs go, theyâve got some questions to ask you before you can get hired. You know how government jobs are,â she shrugged, leading you down a winding hallway.
âYeah,â you replied, your hand in hers. âThey kind of suck,â
âThey do,â she agreed, with a sigh. âThey kind of do,â
A/N: I HATE HOW THIS CAME OUT đđ it took me so long but itâs done. I kind of just wanted to get it over with. I donât have much to say, honestly I might delete this. I had a good idea for it but just couldnât find the words to execute it. sorry </3 expect a better work soon. Iâm hoping to finish up some less heavy ideas before returning to my cold war AU. In any case, asks are appreciated, and Iâm open to requests! thank you for reading this mess </3 also aeri being endgame is payback for you (aettudae) making her married to a man in honeycomb. that should be ME.
EXTRA: when you read âmi amorâ keep in mind Iâm imagining to pronounced like one word, so more like âmia-morâ. âmiaâ kind of sounds like âmyaâ. this will make sense to spanish speakers.

















