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Keeping You Safe | Pt. 1 Under Attack
Aug. 6th, 2016 01:47 pm
Title: Keeping You SafePairing: JaeMin/MinJae
Rating: R / NC-17
Genre: AU, Suspense, Romance, Army!fic
Poster credit: vermilions from Spotlight Posters
Summary: Sequel to Nowhere is Safe. After unmasking a top-level sleeper agent in the army's intelligence division, Major Shim Changmin would love nothing better than to settle into his new posting as intelligence officer for the solo squad and explore his brand new relationship with sniper ace Major Kim Jaejoong.
But spy stuff is messy and when the mole is sprung from high-security jail the day before his scheduled execution, Changmin knows that this affair is far from over. Hoping to unravel the rest of the conspiracy, and to determine the mole's real target, Changmin offers himself as bait, leaving his lover to pull in favours and even make a deal with a man he despises just to keep Changmin safe.
A/N: Long time, no see... Real life is taking it out on me and the fanfic has been suffering as a result. So far, this year I've had two books out and I've just submitted the first part of a short series. So while I'm waiting to hear whether the publishers are interested, there's time for a bit more Min and some Jae. Set ten months after the end of Nowhere is Safe and pretty much following on from the teaser at the end of the last chapter. I hope you enjoy!
Under Threat
"That's him," Hyeon said, voice harsh with fury and exertion.
The concrete roof slabs were rough and cold under his feet. The wind, chill and sharp ten floors up, bit through the threadbare prison garb. The man beside him held out a dark trench-coat and Hyeon pulled it on, more to hide the garish and widely visible orange of his prison-issue jumpsuit than for warmth. The chill meant little when his breath raced from the short flight across the square and the sprint up to the roof. When his heart beat so hard his vision blurred. Barely healed ribs protested vigorous movement, as did the fresh scar tissue on this back and thighs.But pain Hyeon could deal with. He'd been trained for it, had been prepared. Just as he'd been prepared to step out of his cell, walk down the corridor and down a few stairs to face a firing squad.
He hadn't been prepared to be sprung from his prison mere hours before his execution, to fight his way through the panicked guards and inmates of the high-security wing, or run down the street and up to the nearest roof. He hadn't been prepared for a prison break. He hadn't expected anything of the sort, and yet… the moment the explosion had shaken the building and the outside wall of the prison had disappeared he had been on the move.He shouldn't be on the roof. Shouldn't be anywhere near the place where he'd been held. Common sense and prudence should have dictated that he follow the men who had come to his rescue to the nearest getaway vehicle. That he disappear in a cloud of dust and stay gone for all time.
It wasn't how he was wired.His body might be in bad shape after ten months of imprisonment and interrogation, but the time spent incarcerated hadn't cooled his anger. Nor the need for vengeance. From his position on the roof, the former head of ROKA Intelligence had an excellent view. And he didn't have long to wait.
He pointed towards the centre of the devastation, where a tall, uniformed man observed the chaos. The man stood at parade rest, hands linked behind his back, and turned his head this way and that, cataloguing, indexing, remembering every detail. "I knew it! Damn him, I knew it! That's Shim. And the devious son of a bitch is top of the shit list. I want him. Before I go, I want him. Or I want him to go down screaming. Do you hear me?"The men surrounding him shivered at the menace in that voice. But none of them thought to baulk at the command. "Yes, sir. Understood."
It was a fuck up the size and style of which Major Shim Changmin from ROKA Intelligence had never encountered before. Whole orders of magnitude bigger, in fact, he thought as he carefully picked his way through the debris. Glass crunched underfoot and he stepped over and around torn steel beams and broken concrete slabs.
Three walls of the military prison's high-security wing were still standing. The fourth wall lay spread in a shattered jumble across the parade ground. A row of ambulances was queued up on the far side of the large space. Paramedics loaded stretchers into each one, before it took off towards the base's gate and made room for the one behind it. The stream of vehicles seemed as endless as the stream of stretchers being borne from the shattered shell of the prison complex and it didn't need the bevvy of guards to remind Changmin that every single one of the injured men was considered dangerous. Some—and it was fairly easy to spot those, on account of the troops of heavily armed men surrounding each—were considered desperate enough to try to escape.
There was little chance of any of the high-security prisoners making a break for it. Not now, when the prison wing had been reduced to so much rubble in an attack that had been planned and executed with utter ruthlessness. And, judging by the continuing stream of stretchers and ambulances, with total disregard for anyone's life but that of the man they had sought.Whom they had found in the nick of time.The fact that he'd known this would happen was no balm to his conscience. Being right wasn't a balm for anything when faced with rubble, gore and lines of stretchers.
He was almost grateful when his phone interrupted his musings and he read the order to report to HQ on the double. Without another look at the shattered shell that had been unable to hold his erstwhile commander, Major Shim turned and left the site.
Pt. 2 Return to Base >>>
