"Target spotted; six armed. Two up the lobby, three down the hall. Do you copy?" A voice repeatedly sounds out from a radio.

A dark shadow figure can be seen behind the long hall, the disguise so prefect it could appear as nothing.

"Yeah, I see them alright" The shadow replied.

Tilting his head to look out, the hallway away. Light reflects down his masked face as he picks up his radio, "requesting permission to engage?" He said waiting for a response from the other end.

After what seems like forever, "approved; brief to move as quiet as possible." The voice said. "Going dark."

He replied before dropping the radio into a bag strapped around his body like an armor.

He checked his gun to confirm it had been loaded and how much ammo he had left, and then thought of a quick plan.

He picked up the metal pole at his side and threw it into the hall.

If he was trying to catch the attention of the guards, he might as well as succeeded pretty well, as two from the ground lobby walks down to inspect the source of the sound.

The shadow moves into the dark corner waiting for both of them, he crosschecks again on their weapons.

One held a riffle, while the other a pistol. They walked care freely towards the steel pool. The riffle guy kicks the pole, "it is just a steel pipe, for fuck's sake."

The other guy walks towards him, "go pick it up, let's use it to beat up the hostage again." He said as he gave a devilish smile.

Like a child who found a new toy, his partner's excitement grew as he walked into the dark hall to pick it up.

Waiting for his partner in what seemed like a minute, he called out to him "Enoch don't Fuck with me, I haven't got all day." After getting no response and growing impatient, he walked into the dark hall with a hand torch.

The shadow moved at ease like someone used to the darkness and with no wasted movement dealt a fatal blow with a Swiss knife to the back of the throat of the second intruder before he could even scream.

He pulled him into the dark outlet of the hall before dumping him with his partner. He could hear footsteps of the last guy coming to check on what was taking his colleagues so long to check on.

The shadow returned to his position waiting for him. As he pushed his face into the dark with a torch.

The shadow slashed the knife across his eyes, blinding him, and before he could scream, ending his misery with a stab into the throat.

Using his body as a meat shield, he burst into the hall, opening fire on the remaining two guards on the upper floor, with accurate precision, knocking the life out of them both.

He takes a quick scan around the large hall "Really just 5 guards, the underestimated the Red Queen" he said dropping the guard he used as a shield.

He picked up the radio "All obstacles cleared, hostage and package still not found" he said as he burst into a half run while still scanning the room.

He gets to the end of the large hall, which bends into a corner leading to a door, he twists the door knob as it opens, and a metal pole comes down swinging.

He reacts quickly, blocking it with his left arm, as the pole connects with it before he covers the distance between him and the attacker.

He bends down, grabbing the attacker by the waist before throwing him over his shoulder with a suplex and throwing an elbow punch into the attacker's face, knocking him out.

"What was that sound?" As he picks up the radio, "minor inconveniences. Hostage found, package secured." He said as he walks into the room with a man and lady tied to different torture chairs.

Blood all over the room, from the look of things a few fingers and toes were missing from both of them as he removes the gag from their mouth.

"Sorry am late, this was a very hard place to track down." He said with a calm face. "You can be rest assured that you are safe."

Various men burst into the room, all dressed in black, along with medical personnel who rushed to check up on the hostages.

One of the medics walked up to him, "you need to get that treated, or you will never be able to use it again." She said, pointing to his left arm.

From the look of things, it was broken badly. He then realized the horror look on the faces of the hostages when they saw him.

"Fuck, it's going to be a long day." He said, palm facing himself.

Sitting in the military truck with a bandaged arm, he has seen way worse injuries in his 17 years in the red queen open service.

So much that he considered being alive a miracle in itself. But this was a turning point, maybe it was time to hang his boots and find something else aside killing people, he thought to himself.

"You know you could have just shot their asses out from out here, it was open as a bird nest, and we already found a good vantage spot; they won't know what hit them." A lady said walking towards him.

She was beautiful, she had dark hair tied back into a ponytail, with brown eyes that screamed danger. She was tall and had curves. She wore an all black leather suit with combat boots high up to her calves.

"Come on kana, what about the hostages? What about the package? What would have happened if the insider guy killed the hostage and fled with the package, we both know this job required an internal Operation and a high success rate, besides it just a scratch." He replied, looking at her with a smile.

"Scratch my ass, face it you are getting old, the younger you will get this done without a Hassle. I'm just saying it not like you care about the hostages anyway, you are just stuck in the fire. It will be a shame to lose just a good sex toy." She replied, flashing a seductive smile.

"Don't tell me a broken arm is enough to bring you down, crown killer?" She said, walking away.

Crown killer name only given to the best agents in the red queen with the most successful missions. that what it meant on paper, in real life it was just the person who escaped death the most and is most likely to be thrown into dire situations again and again.

"Ah when was the last time someone called me by my real name? I guess am really getting old for this job, I need a break."

He picked up his keys and phone, went to the counter tent outside to sign out and drove off.

While on the road, he thought about his younger days and all the errors he made. He wasn't the strongest then and grew up hating it, if only he could go back and change everything.

He got to the gate of the hostel, as the gate auto-opened. He parked and walked towards this when he noticed his door was open.

He uncorked his gun as he walked into the front door.

"Ji-Hun, I got here first so I helped myself inside" kana said with a smile.

She was stark naked, standing in the sitting room with excitement in her eyes. "Don't you want to punish a bad girl?" She said as she got on her knees.

Ji-Hun smiled as he remembered her personality and how wrecked she was.

She was basically a slave to his cock in the private but his commander on the battlefield. That was the little part of the job that kept him going.

>>>Simulation error>>>

Will return Target to 18 years>>>>

Countdown in 40:00 >>>>

Error>> information missing>>>

Words screamed into his head as he felt light.

He held his balance, it must have been the injury, or he was just going crazy from his fair share of dealings with red queen.

"It rude to keep a horny lady waiting you know Daddy" those words snapped him back to reality. Yes, reality as he grabbed her, turning her around before spanking her ass, "this is for talking rudely to me today" As his palm sank into her soft flesh and she moaned loudly.