Black Rose
"Call me twisted, all I'm doing is serving justice the law failed to"
"Hate,... Is my driving force".
.
*
.
*
The muted blares of sirens had no effect on the un phased hooded figure slowly but steadily making their way up the slight slope in the dark of the night.
Combat boots hiking up the mountain side with little to no trace of heaved breaths depicting fatigue as their gloved hand raised to pull on the strap of the long bag strapped to their back.
Dark hooded eyes cast up to type in the password once they reached the only house in the area, stomping into the wooden but modern house bathed by dim lights with her strides to the living room.
Letting the bag fall on the table at the center, the hood was pushed off, ungloved hands running through short brown hair with contrasting onyx eyes and soft feminine features visible through the mask on the lower face.
The unidentified female unzipped the bag, pulling out the long sniper rifle, she let her slim fingers slowly slide down the weapon, going ahead to disassemble and fix it's parts in the case.
Clicking it shut, her attention was pulled to the fax machine whirring at the side as she strode towards it, snatching the paper that slid out the device as her eyes flitted across the message in bold letterings
"Target Lim Chul Do confirmed dead.... Return to Seoul"
She blinked retrieving a lighter and leaving the paper on the ashtray to burn before turning to the laptop, red words blinking in her view causing her to inhale deeply at the sight
'Tracking failed'
+
+
+
A dark room, a lighted computer casting light on a masculine face as fast fingers danced on the keyboard clicking out codes. His lip tugged in a smirk as his fingers stopped, eyebrow lifting at the location displayed on the system
"Another attempt?"
A voice from somewhere in the large, dark room, the hacker letting out a soft hum in confirmation
"They've gotten better at trying to track the broadcast three years back, but not too good at masking their location. Whoever this is" he trailed off
"Is in Incheon"
*
A motorcycle sped down the road, dry autumn leaves fluttering in it's wake as it sped past a border sign with it's arrow leading backwards
'Incheon' and another, the motorcycle roaring forward in the direction of the arrow beneath the bold lettering
'Seoul , 5 miles ahead'
*
*
The black Yamaha YZF-R6 was stuck in Seoul's congested traffic, the rider's partly gloved hands tapping impatiently on the handle as helmet cased head turned to face the screen at the side, displaying a weather forecast for the day, immediately switching to breaking news
'At 2:14 am this morning, Lim Chul Do, CEO of Lim pharmaceuticals was found dead at his private villa in Incheon....
.... The cause of death had been a shot through the lungs causing serious damage and leading him to bleed out and choke on his blood..
..the incident seemed familiar since the deceased had been under investigation two months prior for failed drug tests after patients that had volunteered for the final human test of the serum LC, the drug that had been certified safe for human tests for treatment of lung cancer..
..the patients had all died two weeks after due to sudden organ failure as they choked on their blood and as the families of victims demanded justice, Lim Chul Do insisted the drug had nothing to do with the deaths as there were no such side effects and claimed the drug test danger time was one week and anything that happened after the trial time was not related to him or his company...
... Investigations speculate this was an act of revenge which was confirmed by the bouquet of black roses mysteriously sent to his family at dawn leading the police to speculate the murder was committed by the mysterious assassin wreaking havoc among the elites marking him the 18th elite murdered in two years by the same flower assassin, all had been under investigation for crimes that had been closed due to lack of evidence..
..the authorities are working diligently to unmask this assassin and bring them to justice, whoever they are, ironic because some are beginning to refer to he/she as a vigilante..
.... Also, the investigation on Kim Dohyun that has stretched through three years, causing the company's stock price to plummet has been officially closed due to lack of evidence,
..there was no solid evidence except the short footage from the casino which could be defined as self defense and the gang is now labelled anonymous again.
....finally, the Agency, once a closed off organization, now public as the police since the incident 3 years ago that left the country in shock has the construction of the new base nearing completion as they seek the assistance of GU Technologies with their security installments...."
The voice of the news anchor faded as the motorcycle sped off the main road.
*
*
Pulling into the driveway in front of the house and taking a left turn leading to the garage, the rider placed a thumb on the security lock at it's side, sliding into the dark garage that lit up in her wake.
Stepping off the motorcycle and hanging the helmet, the masked female ran her gloved hand through short brown hair, adjusting the bag strapped to her back and momentarily staring at the black Chevrolet parked beside her motorcycle before pushing through the door into the house and up the stairs.
The brown haired sighed heavily as the weight of her backpack dropped on the bed in a thud, taking off the black jacket and leaving her in a plain black shirt as she reached for the mask on her face, halting and tilting her head to the right before taking light steps towards the dark curtain cast on the glass walls.
Slightly pushing it apart with her finger, dark eyes staring at the hunched figure humming in the garden beneath.
Minutes passed with the curtains now fully pulled apart and the still masked female turned around exiting the room.
Going down the stairs, she traced the beeping sound to the kitchen, turning off the oven and pulling it open to check the content, she tugged off her fingerless gloves, using them to take out the tray of freshly baked muffins, dumping it unceremoniously on the kitchen island.
She massaged her temple, letting out a frustrated sigh as her feet led to her through the backdoor at the kitchen to the garden, silently observing the aged woman tending to the flowers.
The elder in a traditional hanbok with graying white hair braided backwards turned around in her hunched form only to gasp, stumbling in shock and accidentally stepping on some short daisies, and she eyed the trampled flowers, hands deep in her pockets while the aged woman approached her, hand still patting her chest.
"How long have you been standing there?....."
"You should have said something" she chuckled "not like it would have made a difference since I didn't even hear you drive in" the woman paused, pointing to the garden with a slight chuckle
"I knew you'd come down here immediately you were back, which is why I took good care of your garden in your absence" her old eyes searched the younger "hoping it'd get a smile or two from you, I made a new addition.....
...daisies" she pointed out the trampled flowers "you need something colorful besides the lobelias, too bad I stepped on most of them just now"
She continued her monologue as the brown haired female's eyes flit through the garden, staying longer at the black roses right beside the dahlias before acknowledging the woman already beside her, weakly pulling her back through the kitchen door
The eld let the water from the tap run over her wrinkled hands, nodding to the tray of muffins, smile still plastered over her aging face "I didn't hear the alarm go off, good thing you were close or the muffins would be burnt"
She released a cheerful laugh too high pitched for her age when the masked younger eyed her curiously before retrieving her wet hands under the tap to point to the device in her ear and grabbing a towel "my hearing aids has been messing up, the tech people said something about a frequency, would have gotten a new one but I'm too fond of this pair, come on sit"
She watched as the younger eyes twitched slightly, looking away from the snacks that had been served in front of her with steaming hot chocolate, drawing a breath when she only proceeded to pull open a cabinet, drawing a hand gun to inspect.
"Take off the mask dear, it's totally safe here, Miss Wang made sure of it"
"You also have a match tonight".
...
*
...