It was late September when they heard the news.
At eight-thirty in the morning PST, a combat ship belonging to the new republics crashed into the deserts of Coalry. No survivors have been found, yet.
They read the news over and over again, looking for something that would give them hope, something that would calm the frenetic beating of their hearts.
But the more they read, the more information corroborating the news surfaced.
P-189 was flying enemy grounds when it was blasted from the air. Insurgents have been detected and authorities are transporting them to the council.
The team flew to the wreck site, armed to the teeth and ready to bust a head or two or a hundred.
“He can’t be dead.” Walking around a pile of metal scrap one of them broke the silence. …show more content…
That he was smarter and faster than those savages.” Kibum gave Minho a fake smile, the kind he usually gave to his superiors and everyone who got on his bad side.
“Let's just focus on doing our job, and let the special ops take care of the rest.” This seemed to hit a delicate nerve in Kibum.
“Special ops… Are you fucking serious Minho? We’re the special ops; we’re above and beyond special ops. We can shit on everyone and they would thank us for it!” Kibum’s bottom lip quivered, and his face showed the havoc of sleepless nights.
Kibum was good at yelling at people, he was used to being in control. But now, having the most important person in his life –possibly dead- he was left vulnerable and exhausted.
Minho understood Kibum; he could sympathize with his friend’s unstable self because he had gone through the same situation before joining the team. And for this, he also knew that the path Kibum was about to set on could only lead to
At eight-thirty in the morning PST, a combat ship belonging to the new republics crashed into the deserts of Coalry. No survivors have been found, yet.
They read the news over and over again, looking for something that would give them hope, something that would calm the frenetic beating of their hearts.
But the more they read, the more information corroborating the news surfaced.
P-189 was flying enemy grounds when it was blasted from the air. Insurgents have been detected and authorities are transporting them to the council.
The team flew to the wreck site, armed to the teeth and ready to bust a head or two or a hundred.
“He can’t be dead.” Walking around a pile of metal scrap one of them broke the silence. …show more content…
That he was smarter and faster than those savages.” Kibum gave Minho a fake smile, the kind he usually gave to his superiors and everyone who got on his bad side.
“Let's just focus on doing our job, and let the special ops take care of the rest.” This seemed to hit a delicate nerve in Kibum.
“Special ops… Are you fucking serious Minho? We’re the special ops; we’re above and beyond special ops. We can shit on everyone and they would thank us for it!” Kibum’s bottom lip quivered, and his face showed the havoc of sleepless nights.
Kibum was good at yelling at people, he was used to being in control. But now, having the most important person in his life –possibly dead- he was left vulnerable and exhausted.
Minho understood Kibum; he could sympathize with his friend’s unstable self because he had gone through the same situation before joining the team. And for this, he also knew that the path Kibum was about to set on could only lead to