Rain slicked streets of Seoul reflected the neon glow like fractured glass. The city never slept—but tonight, inside a high-rise tucked away from the world, three figures moved with precision, grace, and lethal intent.
Taehyung pivoted mid-kick, spinning through the air with perfect form, and brought down the dummy with a satisfying thud. Sweat clung to his forehead, but his eyes never left the holographic map projected in the corner of the room. Madrid. Spain. The city where the strays—the criminals they had been hunting for months—were moving next.
Jin ducked under a swinging blade with effortless calm. Every movement calculated, every breath measured. He adjusted his gloves, eyes sharp, scanning both the simulated threat and the data streaming across his tablet. “Not just thieves,” he muttered. “Guns. Combat. Tech. One slip, and they disappear.”
Jimin, perched on the edge of a table, laptop balanced on one knee, fingers flying across the keys, smirked. “Simple plan, they said. Fun, they said. Yeah… fun until chaos hits.” His words barely rose above the soft hum of the facility’s electronics.
Felix, standing beside a console, tapped on the screen that displayed live intel on Jungkook, Namjoon, and Yoongi. “Intel confirms,” he said, his voice tight, serious. “Madrid. Festival tonight. Targets moving in under forty-eight hours. Be ready.”
Taehyung wiped the sweat from his brow and smirked faintly. “Step one: observation. Step two: infiltration. Step three: extraction. Simple enough.”
Felix leaned forward, the shadows of the room cutting across his face. “Simple on paper. Dangerous in reality. They’re predators. Don’t underestimate them.”
Taehyung turned to the digital map of Madrid streets, tracing the festival routes with a gloved finger. “I’ll take Jungkook. Approach casually, gain trust.”
“Namjoon’s mine,” Jin said. “Calm, precise, deadly. I’ll predict his moves before he even knows them himself.”
“And Yoongi… digital ghost,” Jimin added, smirking. “I’ll get in online first, then offline. Slowly, methodically.”
Close-up on Taehyung’s eyes—sharp, calculating, determined. Predators… good. Hunters too.
The scene shifted swiftly. Outside, rain pattered on the tarmac of a private jet. Engines roared. The trio boarded with quiet confidence, casual jackets hiding gadgets and weapons. Their eyes were fixed, their minds sharp. The hunt had begun.
Madrid awaited. The strays were out there, somewhere. And tonight… the game started.
