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Prologue: The Korean Liberation

            The helicopter blades are too loud as we reach upon the mainland. Far off the coast, we hover down slowly above the ocean. The lighthouses shine their spotlights left and right at the shore, but they fail to notice us. In the dark, I look at the navigations to see where the target location is. “Are you ready to go, Violet?” The pilot looks over his shoulder to check up on me. I give him thumbs up while putting on my backpack before equipping the night vision goggles. But I highly doubt that he saw me since the navigations are the only things that are lit up. “After we get home, let’s go out for a drink,” I tell him while stretching my legs on the seat. Chuckling, he replies, “Only if you show up on time when I come pick you up.” Opening the hatch, the wind blows against my face. Luckily, I tied my hair up so that it doesn’t get in my face. Pressing the button on my ear piece, I tell Commander Libra, “This is Violet, I’m going in now.” With his husky voice over the radio, he replies, “Mission commencing in 3, 2, 1. Begin mission.”

            With him saying that, I jump out of the helicopter and fall down towards the ocean quickly. I turn on the night vision goggles before growing my wings out of my shoulder blades. Feeling the bones extend out of my body, I command them to start flapping before I fall into the water. Without failure, the black feathers pop out as soon as the flesh formed. Flying across the ocean past the spotlights, I feel the water spraying on my clothes. Reaching the shore, I quickly dash past the guards that are patrolling the beach. Hiding in the darkness, I hear one of the soldiers asking another in Korean, “Did you hear that?” The other soldier replies, “No, that’s just your stomach. When is that asshole going to give us our dinner?” That’s strange, even he doesn’t feed his own men. Flying through the area would alarm them, so I have to run instead. My feet begin to run at high speed. Shortly, I reach upon the mansion. The smell of mold from the old wood makes my nose cringe, but I hold in a sneeze. Far in the distance, I can hear the soldiers marching around the gates.

Quietly, I climb up the vines to get to the top. On the roof, I reach into the backpack for a C4. Setting one on the satellite, I climb back down the vine and open the window slowly. A loud snore echoes out of the room. Strange, I would expect the target to sleep with his wife, but they’re sleeping in separate beds. It’s a perfect timing that she’s wearing a sleeping mask while sleeping quietly. Stepping inside silently, I walk towards his bed. Over his head, I set up a C4 on the bed frame before setting up another one at the door. He moves slightly, but continues to snore. Making a silent escape, I close the window before climbing back down to the ground.  A soldier stands firmly by the door. His neck snaps quickly before he even gets the chance to notice that I’m standing in front of him. Holding his body to keep him from making a loud thud, I carry him over my shoulder and walk inside the mansion. I place his palm on the hand scanner upon reaching the control room. Setting him down on the chair, I set up another C4 on the computers. Before I leave, I copy all of the files they had onto a USB in case they have secrets and such. Fleeing the building, I press the remote and the mansion explodes, collapsing down chaotically.

Running across the beach, the spotlights shine down on me. “Shit!” The bright lights scare away the shadows. I try summoning them to me, but nothing happens. The soldiers group up on me slowly with their rifles aimed at my face. Smirking, I take one of their guns before they get a chance to react. I gun them all down without emptying a round of ammunition. More of them run towards me, shooting at me. With the barrel of the rifle, I smash it on their heads while kicking others in the stomach. Dodging the bullets, I snap their necks to end their misery. Aiming the gun carefully, I shoot all of the spotlights. Back in the complete darkness, I fly off to the ocean to catch my ride. The helicopter waits in the air and the pilot opens the hatch for me. Sitting down, I shrink down the wings and they go back inside my shoulder blades. “Where to, angel,” he asks me flirtatiously. Leaning against the seat, I reply, “Let’s go to Spacebar.” “Roger that,” he says to me while flying back home.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrap my hair up in a towel before wrapping a towel around my torso. Sitting down on the chair, I rub some moisturizer gently against my face before applying makeup on. The white granite counter reflects my face along with the bright lights above the mirrors. Carefully, I draw thin lines over my eyes, making long wings. With some finishing touches, I brush my thick mascara against my lashes and put on a small amount of pink lip gloss. Walking into the closet, I grab a tight black dress and stand before a tall mirror. Dropping the towel down to my feet, I kick it to the side before slipping the dress on. Zipping up the back, I turn in a 360 angle to check myself out. Going back into the bathroom, I sit down again to do my hair. French braiding the top, I curl the bottom half quickly since I don’t want to be late. Walking to the door, I put on my heels and take my purse before exiting my apartment. Outside the porch, I see my sexy pilot waiting in his black Mercedes car. Walking towards it, he exits to open the passenger door for me like a gentleman. “You’re looking very gorgeous tonight,” he says to me while smiling. I give him a kiss on the cheek. “And you’re looking extremely handsome.” I get inside the car and he closes the door before going back to the driver’s seat.

Exiting out of Spacebar, we head to his car. With him holding my waist, I can smell the alcohol from his pinkish red lips. We’re laughing together in revelry as we get inside his car. His music blasts from the stereos as he’s rushing to his place. The comfort of the leather seats make me a bit sleepy, but I continue to talk to him to stay awake. I run my fingernail down this right thigh slowly. I can see his crotch growing slightly bigger. Looking up to his face, he bites his bottom lip while blushing. Moving my finger towards his zipper, he moans a whisper, “You’re such a big tease, seducing your pilot while he’s taking you home.” Kissing his neck, I whisper back, “I hope that we’re close to your place because I’m not stopping.” But I spare him some mercy by going slowly instead of rushing it.

5 minutes later, we pull up in a quiet neighborhood. Looking out the window, I see a tall white apartment. Some of the windows are lit up while the rest are pitch black. He shuts off the engine and exits the car. Walking over to my side, he opens the door, assisting me out gently. We walk towards the building, with him holding me close against him. Entering, he walks up to the elevator, with me following. While going up to the 5^th floor, he pins me against the wall and makes out with me passionately. His firm body gently presses against me as I wrap my arms around his shoulders. I taste some of the wine he drank earlier. His hand reaches down to my butt, squeezing it hard. But our make out session stops short when the elevator stops. He pulls out his keys and proceeds down the hallway before stopping in front of room 514. “Want to stay the night after we’re done,” he asks me while unlocking the door. I think for a second before replying, “Sure, you don’t have work in the morning, do you?” He shakes his head. Smiling flirtatiously, I say, “Well then, we can stay up late.” Opening the door, he pulls me inside excitedly and locks the door. He stops controlling himself and lets me go further than teasing.