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Hurry up!! Restrain him!

Jongho grunted as he and Wooyoung grappled on the floor. The boy kept trying to pick up his discarded knives, so Jongho had to focus on his hands as well and watching for any other kind of attack.

Don't harm him. Boss wants him for himself. He will pay dearly for this.

"Stop struggling!" Jongho snapped. 

Wooyoung growled and swung his legs to try and knock Jongho off him. There was a feral look in his eyes, one of desperation and panic. It was easy to see that he had no intention of stopping, just as he had no intention of being taken.

Help is coming. Keep him there.

"Woo, please stop." Seonghwa called out from behind them. There was a strain in his voice that told Jongho he was about to snap as well. His concern for the boy would be his weakness.

"You better listen to him." Jongho growled. He caught just a hint of hesitancy from the older and grabbed his wrists to finally pin him to the floor. "Things aren't looking pretty for you."

"Let me go!" Wooyoung started to buck beneath him. He did everything in his power to try and free himself, but Jongho was just too strong.

Tears started to collect in Wooyoung's eyes. Big, fat tears of hatred and fear. He was about to break.

And Jongho knew exactly what he needed to do.

He leaned forward so that his lips were right next to Wooyoung's ear, then whispered, "He can't wait to see you again."

The body below him froze. Only the slightest tremble came from it. When Jongho lifted his head, he smirked when he saw that the tears in Wooyoung's eyes were silently rolling down the sides of his face while he stared blankly at the ceiling.

Well done.

"What did you do to him?!" Seonghwa roared. A few cries from Pack members followed and Jongho looked over his shoulder to see Seonghwa trying to pull away from the men holding him. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

Jongho reached over to pick up one of the knives on the ground and placed the tip of it against Wooyoung's jugular. "Stop." He ordered.

The power behind his voice made everyone, even the Pack, freeze. Everyone stared at him with wide eyes, and he held their attention until more help arrived.

In a matter of seconds, Seonghwa, San, Hongjoong, and Mingi were all handcuffed behind their backs.

Seonghwa never took his eyes off where Wooyoung was still laying on the floor. It looked like he wanted to call to the boy, but the words never quite left his mouth.

You've served us well. You will be rewarded once this is over.

Jongho smiled to himself as he leaned over to life Wooyoung off the ground. He didn't bother handcuffing the boy when he felt just how limp his body was. All the fight had left it. He threw Wooyoung over his shoulder and proceeded to walk down the hall to where their final destination would be.

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San's eyes narrowed as they started to move again. He had picked up on all the signs instantly.

Jongho was hearing the voices too.

The mere thought of hearing those vile things in his head again made him want to vomit. He could taste the bile in the back of his throat.

So much for having a plan... they hadn't expected retaliation this quickly. The only thing they could hope for now was Yunho and Yeosang planting the bombs and cutting Mercer off from whatever he was hiding on the lower floors.

He glanced over at Hongjoong, hoping to see a hint of a plan in their unofficial leaders eyes.

Instead he noticed that Hongjoong was walking very close to Mingi's back. Meanwhile, Mingi's jaw was set in concentration and his upper arms were unusually still.

San had to fight the smirk wanting to cross his face. Of course Mingi was working on picking the lock. Maybe there were a few things Mercer was unable to remember about them. It was those things that were going to save their lives.

They were forced to make a left turn and San knew they were close to Mercer's office. His heart was racing in his own chest and he couldn't even imagine what was going through Seonghwa's mind.

It hit him that the last time they were here together, they had been involved. He looked up at the older and stepped a little closer so that their shoulders touched.

Even if part of him would most likely never forgive Seonghwa for knowing about the chip in his brain, the rest of him would always care for the older. They had been a form of comfort to each other for years, and nothing could take that away.

When Seonghwa felt the contact, he tilted his head slightly and finally tore his eyes away from Wooyoung to look down at San. Fear swirled within the deep blue-grey irises. If San could take his hand to show him some comfort he would.

All it took was for the older's shoulders to fall a fraction of an inch for San to understand he was saying he was scared.

And San just needed to answer with a quick bat of his eyelashes.

They could still read each other perfectly. It was something they had needed to master from the beginning of their training.

One thing was for sure though, San felt more confident with Seonghwa at his side. If they got the opportunity, he knew the pair of them could cause a lot of damage.

A few turns later and the group was faced with the end of their journey, given away by the harsh breath Seonghwa sucked in.

The large, ornate doors in front of them was the final barrier between them and the hell they had come here hoping to erase.

Wooyoung was still hanging limp over Jongho's shoulder. Small sounds of fear came from him and his fists would occasionally flinch, but whatever Jongho had whispered to him had paralyzed him.

This wasn't going to be good.

"He should have never come." Seonghwa whispered.

San leaned into him again and nodded once. "But he would have never let you do this alone. He would die for you, I can see it in the way he looks at you."

Seonghwa's face fell and he looked down. "I don't deserve him..."

"Yes you do. Just like I deserve to be happy with Yunho. As long as we survive this and strive to live a better life. We all deserve a second chance. But Wooyoung more than anyone deserves to live 'happily ever after', and I don't know about you, but I'm going to make sure that happens." A slight growl crept into San's voice as he spoke.

He noticed that Mingi was glancing over his shoulder too. There were tears in his eyes, telling San that he believed it too. They exchanged a nod before San glanced back at Seonghwa.

The older had turned a sickly pale.

It was understandable, their target was on the other side of those doors. The man that Seonghwa also called father.

This was going to be a challenge for him, but San knew he was willing to step up to the plate if he needed to.

He was ready to kill Mercer.

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Yunho tapped his steering wheel nervously while waiting for Yeosang. He hated feeling trapped in his own car when he knew his friends were out there risking their lives.

He was so useless...

The hardest part was not being there for San. He felt so incredibly guilty that he couldn't be there to support him. This had to be so hard for him...

"Dammit!" Yunho shouted, slamming his hand against his steering wheel. "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!!"

Images of San crumbling under Mercer's might or sacrificing himself for the others, and then Mingi carrying his limp body back...

That image alone caused Yunho to break down. He couldn't handle it if he lost San... When had he become so dependent on another person? Before meeting Mingi he wouldn't have viewed it as a weakness...

But now...

"Please stay safe, Sannie..." Yunho whispered through his tears.

He was still alert enough that when he saw movement off to the right he looked up and sighed in relief with Yeosang slipped out from behind a door.

When the hacker was close enough, he opened the passenger door, then started flicking a few switches on his dashboard to get his car ready for action.

Yeosang didn't say anything about the tears on his face, thankfully, and instead pulled over his laptop to start arming the bombs. "We've got to be quick about this."

"I know." Yunho said, glaring out the front windshield. "How did they-"

"I don't know, but I fear this means Mercer is ready to move forward on whatever he's been planning. I haven't found anything abnormal on my scans, but I could only get so far down. We need to seal it off."

"Down one floor we go."

"They are going to be on us as soon as they realize-"

"Oh I'm counting on it." Yunho smirked. He pressed the button next to his steering wheel and shivered when his engine roared to life, begging for the fight ahead of them.

"All bombs are armed, we just need to place them."

"Well that's your job now."

The hacker was silent next to him and Yunho glanced over to see he was white. It was supposed to be San planting the bombs, Yeosang was always supposed to be safe in the back seat.

"Hey, you can do this." Yunho leaned over and took his hand. "For Jongho. For our friends."

Yeosang looked at him with wide eyes and nodded. "For our family."

Warmth filled Yunho at his words. They were something he didn't realize he needed to hear. "For our family." He echoed, knowing they were some of the truest words he'd ever said. "Here," he flicked another switch and the back seat folded down to reveal the trunk, "there's a bucket on the left side. Detach it and it's full of sticky tar, dip the bombs in there and you can throw them and they will stick to the wall. There's a glove there too so it won't stick to your hand. You can do this."

After sucking in a deep breath, Yeosang climbed into the backseat while Yunho opened the sun roof and started driving.

He followed the tunnel around another loop. So far no Pack members had come to stop them. They had left the vehicles alone not realizing Yunho had been hiding inside the car this entire time.

Idiots.

"Accessing door." Yeosang said from where he was kneeling in the back.

A large door embedded in the side of the tunnel at an angle started to rise. Since this level was mostly storage, Yunho had no problem driving straight through. Now that their plan was back in motion, he was starting to feel a lot more confident.

The Illusion was capable of making the right turns they would encounter and he had faith that Yeosang would do a good job spreading the bombs out.

"Ready?" He called back. The more they could place before the Pack found them, the better.

"R-Ready." Yeosang picked up one of the bombs they had made and dipped it in the bucket, then stood slowly, poking up through the sunroof.

Yunho drove close to one of the pillars so that the hacker didn't have to throw it as far. He heard the younger grunt, then shuffle around to get another bomb prepped.

"Is this stuff flammable?"

"You bet it is." Yunho glanced in his rear view mirror and smiled when he saw Yeosang smirking.

"Messy it is."

They had plenty of the bombs, so Yunho started weaving back in and forth in the rows as much as he could. He couldn't go too fast so that they were evenly spread out, but he was ready to speed off if needed. Hopefully the Pack wouldn't find any of the bombs they had already placed, although the tar could give things away.

It would be hard to say if their enemy would figure out their plan, but right now it was the only thing they could do.

Blowing up this level could be the key to success, and saving their family.

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