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"So, we need diplomat passports. Can't Taehyung forge those?" Namjoon asked the two thieves who had decided to head into planning straight after Seokjin left.

The artist looked like Namjoon had insulted him. The handsome face looked almost comical from the unnecessary amount of agitation. "I'm not some backstreet dealer for forged passports, I'm an artist. I create value, not power."

Strangely that told more about the redhead than Namjoon would have expected. He simply had assumed that Taehyung forged everything that could bring him money, but apparently the thief had a very distinct idea of what was worth his talent, and what was not. Passports did not seem to fit the picture now that Namjoon thought about it.

"Then where do we get them?" he asked with a shrug.

"Getting a normal passport is quite easy," Yoongi said, looking displeased for some reason.

"Easy?" Namjoon asked. He would not even know where to look apart from the evidence storage rooms of the KNP. But the stuff that landed there was probably crap, given the owner got found out.

Taehyung chuckled. "Easy for someone with connections," the youngest clarified.

"However," Yoongi interrupted them, looking uncommonly stern. Namjoon had never seen him like this before. Reserved or pissed, sure, but never this concentrated and serious. "Getting a reasonable diplomat passport is difficult. You can't just take the place of a random government member or something like that. Only a very small number of people get one of those, so we would raise suspicion."

That sounded reasonable. But everyone else's luggage got scanned and Namjoon could easily imagine some of the equipment of the two thieves was not as civilian approved as they would want it to be.

"But we don't need to be diplomats," Taehyung said into the silence, "Only our luggage needs to be diplomatic luggage."

Namjoon did not get what the redhead wanted to say. How could their luggage possibly have another security standard than them? But Yoongi seemed to be perfectly aware of the message behind those words.

"You're a genius," the hacker said and jumped up to grab Taehyungs face and place an audible wet peck on the youngest's red hair.

"I don't get it," Namjoon pouted. He thought of himself as smart, but Taehyung-ish was still a language he needed to learn. It always was like the artist was throwing pieces of thoughts at you and expected you to fill in the empty spaces by yourself.

The hacker explained it to him with gleaming eyes, pacing through the room again. "We don't need to be diplomats, we need a diplomat, someone who'll get our luggage through the airport control."

"Exchanging the suitcases," Namjoon finally understood. That was pretty clever. "But we'll need someone with more than carry-on baggage."

Yoongi and Taehyung nodded. If they exchanged the carry-on luggage and the diplomate would open it to get out his own stuff, they would be troubled, so the safest way was to go for the check-in luggage.

"Okay, who has a diplomat passport?" Yoongi asked, and to Namjoon's puzzlement the black cat eyes were looking at him. They had lost some of their initial mystery to him, but they still were intimidating, and he briefly felt out of words.

"Uhm, every member of the government and the national court and some important heads of companies for company secrecy issues," he summed it up after getting his brain to work again.

Taehyung sighed. "So, we have to check every possible target's flight schedule?" the redhead asked and looked exhausted before the job had even begun.

"I need a coffee," Yoongi interrupted their planning nonchalantly. "Who else wants one?"

"Poffee, please," Namjoon agreed.

"No thank you. I just had my Matcha Milk," Taehyung mumbled and looked deep in thought.

Five silent minutes later they all sat at the table again and Yoongi began to talk. "To find out every person's flight schedule would mean hacking every single secretary's computer. How many government members are there?"

"300," Namjoon answered instantly.

"Well, that's no option," Yoongi concluded, and they fell back into silence.

"But the error quote would be high anyway," Taehyung contributed. "Not every member of the government has to do with business in Hongkong, so why don't we approach the problem from the Hongkong side?"

"That sounds manageable," the hacker agreed and furrowed his brows in concentration.

Namjoon sighed. His Taehyung-ish was really bad. "What did I miss?" he asked defeated.

"Tae suggested to hack the airport, not the people," the black-haired translated.

"Grab the dragon by the tail," Namjoon said amazed. He would rather not acknowledge it, but he loved to be back at a job with those two. It was pushing his brain in a direction he had never dared to explore before, and he liked it. More than he should as a cop. Ex-cop.

Thinking of his old profession still hurt, but he had gone for a fish too big to handle by himself and had paid the price. But failing as a cop did not mean failing as Kim Namjoon, his therapist had said. Kim Namjoon was not defined by his profession, but by his trades. He was smart and honest, and he loved a challenge that needed his brain. And right now, the hyperactive redhead and the cat eye were a source of joy for him, so he would not let this get ruined by his old life. There was no going back anyway.

"I need priorities for my search algorithm," Yoongi stated. "I'll search only the flights to Hongkong in the last six months, of those diplomats who attended one I'll find out the frequency of their visits, and in the end, I'll go for the flight schedule of the three most qualified diplomats. Does that sound good?"

"You forgot the luggage," Taehyung stated.

"Right, so of the ones that attended a flight with more than carry-on baggage I'll get the frequency," the hacker corrected himself.

Namjoon was slightly taken aback by how much of the actual planning came from Taehyung. He had always pictured the genius Suga as the head behind the jobs, but, apparently, he had been wrong.

"I always thought you were the clever one, Yoongi," he admitted amused.

"He is," Taehyung said unbothered. "I'm good at doing the framework, and he's the one for quick reactions in case of an unpredicted change of circumstances."

Namjoon swallowed dryly. He had been such an unpredictable change, it seemed.

"The brain," the redhead said and pointed at himself, "And the spinal cord." And he gestured at the black-haired. Logic and reflex. It was quite a nice picture of the two thieves. One helpless without the other, but combined, the most dangerous organ.

Yoongi chuckled and stood up. "I'll start working then." And with that the pale hacker headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Namjoon asked confused. Would the black-haired not be working here.

"This job needs more than a laptop," Yoongi replied and smiled amused. "Hopefully, Incheon doesn't value their customer's private data much."

Namjoon stared after the small man rather puzzled.

"Come on," Taehyung snapped him out of his frozen state. "We can work on a packing list."

"You already want to pack?" Namjoon asked confused. He was the one who would get everything the day before the flight, but maybe Taehyung was different regarding that question.

By the look of the redhead he had gotten something wrong again. "Not clothes," the artist said.

"Oh," Namjoon blurted rather stupidly. Why was he always feeling stupid when he was working with those two?

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One week passed by without any progress on Yoongi's side. The only time Namjoon and Taehyung got to see the hacker was when he came over for teatime and a poffee to crash then on the artist's bed for several hours with the excuse of it being softer and smelling way better than his own.

"How much longer do you think it'll take?" Namjoon asked at the eighth day of waiting while he slurped on his coffee and watched Taehyung washing the dishes from lunch.

"You've got no idea how hard it is to hack a system like the airport. This is not some private computer of some lazy office worker with a standard malware detector or the MMCA where I could get access from inside," the hackee mumbled into the pillows of Taehyung's bed, "Of course I could just go in by brute force, make a great entrance and let my muscles play, but what's the point in that. I'll be out as fast as I came in. What we need is a silent access. Picture me as a parasite in a host's guts. The host must not know I'm there, or otherwise I can't use him to my benefit."

Namjoon gagged at the pictures of parasites that came to the front of his mind but understood quite well now. He would not bother the hacker again.

"However, I'm in," Yoongi said after some seconds and Namjoon could see him smile wickedly into the white linen of the bed.

"You what!" Taehyung shouted and turned towards his friend. "You bum! Why didn't you tell us?" And with a shout, that startled Namjoon quite a bit, Yoongi was buried under an energetic red-haired bundle. "You did it! My genius." And a wet smack of lips on skin sounded through the room.

Namjoon turned away discretely and sipped on his drink. Those two were strange; they were neither a couple, nor just friends, nor friends with benefits. It was annoying because Namjoon never knew when to expect an outburst of lovey-doveyness like now. It was sickeningly sweet sometimes.

"So, what's next?" he asked to break the awkward couple moment.

"Sleep," Yoongi mewled, "Please let me sleep."

"Okay, Namjoon and I will leave you alone," Taehyung said, and Namjoon knew it was his cue to go home.

He gulped down the rest of his coffee and put on his winter jacket. "Text me if you need me." He would go to the gym now. Since he lost his job at the KNP he had much more free time. No overtime hours, no nightshifts, no instant calls for duty. He had not felt this rested in years. So, to be able to pay for his apartment he had asked Taehyung for a job at his café, and in order not to slack off he spent the rest of his days in the gym or reading books he had always wanted to read. He also had more time for his family, that did not exactly like the downgrade from police officer to counter boy but also knew how he had no chance in the KNP anymore. He had grown into his new life, although he missed his old colleagues, but meeting them was off the table for Taehyung and Yoongi for obvious reasons.

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