(Narrator's POV)

[2:00 AM AST]

It was dark outside. The night sky was filled with stars, a peaceful treat for the eyes. On the contrary, inside the room it was a gloomy, sadness was its taste.

Everyone was sleeping in the big city of Riyadh, only the gaurds in Amir's terrorist organisation and their
'not really' hostage had their eyes wide open.

Bada was staring out at the sky with her little mind constantly focused on deciphering how her father would rescue her cause even she knew that time wasn't stopping by and wait until  she sees her father.

"Appa... What are you up to? When will you come and how will you? Should I explore the place and plan to run away already? Of course I'm no weakling. I won't give up on my pride so easily but I'm afraid. Appa...",she thought.

"Hey!",called out Amir from behind
"What..?",said Bada with a poker face although scared from her heart.
"What are you doing there?"
"Giving your body some time to adjust with the high amount of annoyance I'm gonna create..."
"You bitch..."
"Shut up...! It's not like I can't swear. Don't judge me by my age.."
"You talk to much..."
"I know that. And I'm very proud of that..."
"Why are you being so pain in the ass?"
"Why would it pain in your ass when I haven't yet kicked your ass?"

Amir left the room without saying anything further. By the way he huffed, it was clear to little Bada that the man was upto no good this time.

"I myself have to do something to contact Appa. Should I like steal those idiot gaurds' phone? But what if they catch me speaking to Appa? Should I message him? Will he recognise it's me? Even if he does, how will he know where I am? Should I find that out first?"

Bada turned back again to look at the sky.

"Is there any way to get Appa here? Should I spy on this gang of stupids? Aah... Why can't I settle on one plan."

Bada went to the place where her crayons and copy was. She started to draw non geometrical shapes and patterns.

"If I run away and Appa comes here, They will harm Appa. But I need to make a way to get Appa. Let's go spy on them first. If I hear anything useful, I'll make a plan B and if they just spit trash, I'll steal someone's phone and message Appa. I'll tell him to not reply back and then delete all the chats and also the number. Should I message dad? I guess it'll be better to message Imo...."

She got up on her little feet and started walking towards Amir's office. A gaurd stopped her mid way.

"Where are you going?!",roared the man
"Can't you see? Got blindness?",fired Bada
"You speak too much..."
"As if I haven't got this compliment prior to you saying..."
"You bitch..."
"Shut up you man born in a brothel...."
"What?!"
"Used a little fancy words to call you a derogatory term, Bastard."
"How could you learn all this?"
"I'm a detective's daughter, a cop's and specially trained martial artist's niece."
"So what?!"
"Just that I got more brains than you. Now go away. Or I'll tell him that you kept disturbing me..."

The man was left speechless at the 4 year old's words.

Bada quietly walked to Amir's room and stood near the entrance. Amir was speaking with two of his men inside.

"Hmm... I'm gonna get something...", thought Bada.

Bada put her ear on the door to carefully listen to the whole conversation.

"Sir the Government has given the Arabian Ministry the permission to search for any suspicious thing in Mecca. The mufti is also in support of them..."
"Kabir... That Bastard....",said the other man.
"Listen boys... Let them search in Mecca. They won't get anything anyways...."
"But our hostages...",said the first man
"Leave them... What information do you have about Min Yoongi...?",said Amir
"Sir there's no record of him coming to Arabia or any agents."
"Then who attacked Clock o' Night Bar?"
"The Arabian Ministry...",said the second man.
"Arabian Ministry.... How would they know about all this? Something's not right..."
"Sir we're trying to get that information...."
"Trying! Trying is the word I hate...!",thundered Amir, banging his desk.

Bada jumped a little because of the sudden startle but again got back to her favorites job of secretly spying.

"Listen you sons of bitches... I want Min Yoongi dead under my feet and beg for his daughter's life just like what his wife did..."

Bada was shocked and wanted to disbelieve her ears.

"Did that man just say he killed mama? He is the sole reason why Appa cries at night. And now he wants Appa dead.... I'm not letting that happen. I must do something. Wait a sec, did he say the Arabian Ministry is supposed to scan the Mecca? Arabian Ministry isn't at all the ones who are searching. I'm sure it's Appa, Imo and Koo..."

Bada started to listen the rest with her utmost attention.

"I want you two to find as soon as possible. And I'll go there tomorrow. The Mufti has to be in support of me..."
"Okay boss..."
"Go away..."

"Shit they're coming. Run, Bada, run..", whispered Bada to herself as she ran away to her room.

She was back at her copy, drawing those shapes.

"Appa will most likely to go there.. Bada,Bada... You have to make a way to go there...."

Bada's eyes were focused on the copy, not a single lash blinking for even once.

"But... If Appa gets me, he'll run towards me and what if then this dumb villain fires at the place? So many innocent people, worshipping, will get gunned down..."

Just like her father, Bada was concerned of the common people although their own lives were well damaged.

Bada can easily reach her father by going to Mecca but that would cause a greater damage.

"I think it's best to steal a phone and communicate with Appa. That's the best way. I'll convey every detail..."

Bada was now settled to one plan, best for both ends. She decided to be the link between Yoongi and Amir's future destructive plans but this process was quite tough for a small girl of her age.

Bada slowly tip-toed to one of the sleeping gaurds and stole his phone.

"DND, Bada, DND... They shouldn't know... What if they track the number? Another phone. Bada you gotta steal another phone and change the sim...",said Bada to herself

Bada took the phone that belonged to another gaurd, sleeping.

Bada quickly ran to her room and pretended to sleep with her body covered under the cozy blanket, Amir's men had got for her.

Bada opened the phones and changed the sim. She kept the phone with 98% charge and threw the phone with 10% battery far from her room. She didn't care if that broke to pieces or they never found it cause there was actually no way to find the phones.

The phone was locked. Bada had successfully changed the sims by switching it off but now what? How would she unlock it?

"What the hell! Now what do I do?"

Bada heard footsteps approaching her room so she pulled the cover a little down to reveal her sleeping baby face.

"This disaster has finally slept off...",said one man...
"Inshallah!", exclaimed the man who accompanied the first man..
"Bhaijaan¹, what is Fakir's password?"
"He has the same password in all these god damn phones..."
"And what is that?"
"His dead daughter's name..."
"Rubina?"
"Yeah..."
"Thanks..."

The men walked out of the room and when all the signals seemed to be clear, Bada again got under the blanket and cursed the first man for calling her a 'disaster'.

"That rascal called me a disaster...! You'll know what kind of calamity I am. A reliefless calamity. Shall I try Rubina?"

Bada typed Rubina and yes, she was right. So that means that phone belonged to dead Rubina's father, Fakir.

"Thank you dead Rubina Unnie... I hope you rest in peace...",said Bada with a small pray. It was kinda usual for her to wish for the deceased's peace cause there was a 60% chance of the death being unnatural.

Bada opened the message box and typed Ahyeong's number cause Yoongi will reply back and that isn't what the plan's supposed to be.

897XXXXXXX

Imo..
This is Bada
Do not reply...
I'm okay.
They can't harm me..
I'll let you know what all that bastard Amir is planning..
Don't tell Appa that I sweared.
Just assure him my security..

768XXXXXXX

One reply..
Okay!

897XXXXXXX

You already believe me

768XXXXXXX

Yes I did
The way you sweared
You learnt that from me
Now I won't reply..

897XXXXXXX

Good
So
Amir is going to Mecca tomorrow
Ik you all are too
It's impossible for the Arabian Ministry to suddenly take a step when he's been a criminal since when I even wasn't born.
Yes I know he killed mama
He wants to do the same with appa too.
Imo, I won't come to Mecca
Cause if Appa spots me
He'll come for me
But that can

768XXXXXXX

Result in firing.

897XXXXXXX

Imo it has to be you all.
You'll not get me there
I'm no where near Mecca
I'm somewhere else
N IDK that.
You'll just get some girls whom
They kidnapped.
They're selling them to
Some other place.
Save them.
Don't contact me!
I'll contact you.
Bye now

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Bada switched off the phone and hid it inside her bag, closed the chain and pretended to sleep, still staying concious about her surroundings.

The men didn't even seem to know that one of them had made up a mess.

Bada is more smart than her age. Yoongi had produced a well species and Ahyeong and Jungkook groomed that amazing,rare thing well.

They say "never judge a book by it's cover...."

Well for Bada, judge the book by the cover but use your brains too.

The situations were leading to something no one knew. No one knows what Yoongi and Amir have on their plates.

Their fault to ever involve Bada and her Einstein brain while serving the food..

[55 hours left]

(End of Narrator's POV)

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Mianhaeyo guys
I know this chapter was short
And that there ain't many chapters left for this story to end..

So I made Bada's character smart
Because I thought it was a shame to imagine Bada a dependent Baby.

Don't worry
Y/n and Yoongi have equal importance
But

Afterall the story is
Based On

THE LITERAL SATAN'S DAUGHTER
BADA....

THE SATAN'S DEVILRY IS YET TO COME

😈

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Meanings

¹Bhaijan: Dear Brother/Brother

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