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There was a time when Gong Minji feared the unfamiliar. She was a weaponry agent and so, she worked away from the action that the field agents often tasted. The adrenaline rush, the fighting, the casualties in battle, the blood, the death--there once was a time when she simply spent her day categorizing all of the above as myth, a fantasy just to save her from something short of insanity. But reality had kicked in when she experienced her first practical mission: nothing was supposed to go wrong, it was all just a simulation. But there were casualties, someone had made a mistake.
In the battlefield, mistakes could cost someone's life. Seeing her comrades sent to the infirmary, she hoped she wouldn't have to see that once again. In fact, she wasn't expecting to find herself injured in the infirmary as well. But it had happened.
Then there was L.Joe and her close friend, Taeyang. They had nearly died just trying to make it out alive. She remembered the Gong Minji then, washing obsessively at her blood-stained hands, washing L.Joe's blood, until her skin was raw. But she grew and learned from that experience. She knew not to be so naive and ignorant. She had her moments when she first started out at YG's headquarters, but it was time to set off in motion--she was working with a bigger organization now. That meant, as one of her mentors warned her, that it would be easier to gauge how beneficial an agent was.
From what Minji understood, that meant that someday, they would have to let her go and she wasn't too sure if that called for extermination. There was something about her mentor's answer that made her believe that is was so. All this just pushed Minji to work harder.
These days, she spent most of her time on the fourth floor of the agency building. Just as many of her peers and colleagues had done, she claimed a corner in the workshop as her own and though she usually kept her hands busy with new weapons, she was stumped by a new piece of security vault that had been created to keep intuitive minds like hers out. She was fortunate enough to have one hauled into the workshop for further study. The metals used to create the locks were getting harder to break through, even with the help of a thermal lance. Security was advancing, but she wanted to be a step ahead. Her patience was soon wearing and thinning. To keep herself from exploding, she took a couple of deep breaths and stepped out of the workshop and hopped into an elevator lift.
Level Seven.
Though she had gone through a few changes, she knew that she had to keep a cool head to function properly. A quick workout was always sure to help her.
