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The streets were silent, and no sound did his careful steps add to the night. Only he could hear the gentle rustling his hair made against the wind, and slow thud of his heartbeat in his ears. He crept along, very quickly reaching his destination, looking through his unassuming spectacles, scanning the area for heat signatures. There were only two guards blocking him from what the anonymous tip had described. They hadn’t exactly been clear on what he was trying to find or intercept, but they explained that the object would have some form of security in the way. That was no problem for him.
He jumped up the wooden fence in only seconds, perching on top, getting ready to pounce on the first guard, and knock him out for a little while. With a sweeping kick, the first guard was down. He dropped to the floor without a sound and padded across the dead lawn to the unhinged back door, leading to the second heat signature. As he moved closer, the figure began to split into two- a guard, standing in front of another man, who was strapped to a chair, his head lolling as blood slowly trickled from a cut above his eye. With caution, he moved behind the guard, quickly using the side of his hand to chop into the man’s nape. The man dropped to the floor, his gun falling to the ground with a thud beside him. The racket roused the man strapped to the chair, his head snapping up, and his eyes flitting about. His gaze finally came to settle on the man who had taken out the guards. A gasp left his lips.
“Are you a secret agent?” He whispered, the corners of his mouth beginning to turn up into a curious grin.
“Are you okay?” A quiet gravelly voice answered him.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just got a headache. But seriously, are you a secret agent? Cause if you are, that is seriously so cool. I just met a secret agent! Mingyu, your childhood dream has finally come true!” the man still strapped to the chair, who evidently was named Mingyu, whisper-yelled.
“Shut up! I’ll only untie you if you be quiet.” The gravelly voice spoke again. Mingyu looked skittish for a moment, like he had overstepped a line, before his mouth clamped shut and he stared at the mystery man in front of him with a begging façade. The man nodded and shuffled closer, pulling out a small knife and sawing at the ropes that held Mingyu down, throwing them away, and standing back so he could watch the man stand up. With a puppy-like smile, Mingyu stood, slightly swaying on the spot, his eyelids drooping in a way that would suggest a concussion. Mingyu looked desperately at the mystery man, reaching out for something to balance himself on. He landed his head on the shoulder of his saviour before the man could move away, his long arms snaking around the man’s waist. The mystery man’s eyes widened in alarm, and the thud of his once steady heart faster, his steely nerves proving to be hardly as steely as he thought.
“Mingyu. You need to leave. The guards aren’t dead, they’ll wake up soon, and then we’ll be the dead ones.” He tried, leaning his head away from Mingyu’s. Silence. The only sound in the abandoned room was the slow breaths coming from the man who lay on his shoulder. He sighed in annoyance. How was he meant to get this sleepy giant to somewhere safe?
“The nearest hospital please,” he asked the taxi driver, as he leaned into the taxi, dropping Mingyu onto the farthest seat, out of the “clinging koala” pose he was in. The taxi driver raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as the second man who was carrying the first climbed into the taxi as well. He knew Mingyu would remember nothing of what had happened after he woke up in a hospital bed. He had a concussion. The face of his mystery saviour would be erased from his memory.
That was just the way he worked. No interaction. Nobody important. No strangely comforting drowsy hugs from absolute strangers. His days were spent only saving those who needed to be saved. It was his world of silence. In every sense of the word. Literal silence. Always alone, not a soul to speak to. Physical silence. The absence of any physical interaction with anyone. He always felt the chill of the wind a little more than others.
His name is Jeon Wonwoo and he is largely known by the code name “Silence”.