Blueprints and plans

The night had been long for those that refused to sleep, lost in their own thoughts and conflicted in spirit.

Yet MJ was not one of them. After the boys visit she felt more spurred, un restful so she took matters into her own hands.

From the crack of dawn she was caked head to toe in burning blood that tainted her alias outfit. The pungent smell of death lingering around her, even after she returned to the side base of BTS.

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When seven AM struck, Jin was already preparing breakfast for the other six boys creating a bit extra in case MJ decided to join them.

In mind he did not have an opinion in the girl yet she was a strange one with misleading analogies. Her actions contradicted her words to a point where he wasn't sure of her true intentions.

The third month in which all seven members of Bangtan were together, they were considered on of the most powerful and influential Mafia's in the underground.

Yet Widow was the cause of their downfall.

BTS had their debut fight in the pits, pushing forward Jungkook as a way of promoting their gang. Widow couldn't have even been a teenager when she approached in front of him, a boy at least two years older than her.

And the fight lasted no longer than half a minute.

She had defeated the youngest without a break in sweat taking their top 5 position. That event brought them down, made them weak. They were no longer powerful, they were like rats running from the danger.

To Jin it didn't make sense. Sure she was young when she had taken their position but what had influenced the change of mind, why would she now decide to take down Kang.

Why was she going against Kang in the first place?

Setting out the table he unattached the rope of his apron hooking it on the back of the door. The distant whining and horde of feet echoed down the hallway symbolized the boys wake as they slowly but surely stumbled their way into the kitchen taking their respected seats at the table.

As expected MJ did not show up during breakfast, her seat remaining empty despite Jin's efforts. Yet even though an empty chair remained at the table the boys took no notice their lives continuing as though an assassin could be lurking in any corner.

Around eight in the morning each member had ate their breakfast, discussing their missions and plans for future missions of course excluding the assassination of Kang.

The lively chatter was soon interrupted by the bang of the wooden door the brass knob shaking from the impact. MJ stood somewhat aloof in the doorframe clutching onto overly large sizes of paper curled into itself.

'My apologies.'

She apologized swiftly bowing her head slightly as each boy stared at her. The papers in her hand were threatening to fall out of her grasp as she made forward, dumping her supplies onto the messy table.

Jin groaned at her actions as a cup of milk tipped over the edge splattering against the rug beneath it with a thump. As much as he wanted to scold her for her actions he refrained from doing so quickly tending to the pool of liquid on the ground.

' What's all this about?'

Namjoon asked earning nothing but a side glance in response, MJ swiftly scanned over the scrolled like paper picking up one with a blue tag and wiping the others off the table alongside cutlery and plates that landed safety on the rug.

Peeling the tag away, she placed the paper on the table smoothing out the wrinkled paper as she opened it. The inside was dotted with thick streaks of red and blue as the layout of a building was produced.

' I had to update the blueprints to Kang's mansion on Taehyung's computer but of course I had to add where the locations of traps and the hidden rooms on paper.'

' What's with the writing in the corner.'

Jimin, though hesitant, pointed to the smudged black ink in the corner of the page. The writing of course being unreadable put a scowl on the girls face.

' I want to hit Kang hard and that means losing his business before respectively loosing his life.'

Though she remained impassive the boys couldn't miss the ring of happiness that danced through her voice as she pointed to the first name in the smudge.

' Miss Takashi, the leader of a respective group in Japan comes once a year to talk business with Kang it so happens that, that visit occurs in less than a month. When she does arrive it would be at Shiteku Casino and I plan to take her out before she heads to the meeting.'

' Aren't we just supposed to be kidnapping his daughter not going after some bullshit lady.'

MJ turned to glare at Yoongi who tapped impatiently at the chairs leg resisting the urge to leave. She didn't say nothing for a moment, her head spacing out into the distance.

' How many times have you tried to Kidnap the Princess Min?'

Her voice was cold as she rolled up the floor plans on the table.

' I estimate around four times, not once how you been able to access the main lobby without setting of a trap. Secondly, none of you even one of the most experienced hackers in the underground can trespass Kang's security wall so none of you have any valid information on her. In total I am your only access in gaining the Princess and your my only hope at defeating Kang.'

Yoongi didn't move a muscle throughout her speech because even though he hated to admit it she was telling the truth. Taehyung was nowhere near close to finding anything remotely true about the Princess and none of them was remotely close to trespassing Kang's land.

' That being said, we both need each others help whether we like it or not so just suck it up and deal with it until this is all over.'

With that she didn't hesitate to leave the way she came , taking the scrolls with her; and leaving a kitchen that seemed to have been distorted by a tornado behind her.

Out of curiosity Jungkook pulled one of the strayed scrolls off the floor, analyzing the intricate handwriting that decorated the sides before sprawling it across the table. The inside lay what seemed like a thousand pictures, some blurred whereas other were taken with precision.

' Why are they all of us?'