vmxsunmi
He likes quiet places sometimes despite the fact that he is loud most of the time, walks through crowded streets, goes into buzzing clubs and keeps that cycle a thing of his own. Calm and quiet are opposites to what he is or what he does on a daily basis. Most of the times, he doesn’t think it suits him but his head is kind of fuzzy and he might have drunk a little too much the night before and sleeping in on those days usually does more harm than good.
The chair he pulls after ordering his tea screeches a little against the marble floor, making whoever is sitting on the table next to his to give him a strange look. It’s quick and Ilhoon almost doesn’t notice. His head doesn’t hurt but he knows he wouldn’t be able to run his eyes through a newspaper or even focus on a TV screen for long. No TV means he needs to get himself entertained with something else and people usually come in handy at times like those.
He looks for the number in his contact list that has gotten so long that makes him think he needs to sort it out again. There are so many people he doesn’t even talk to anymore and some others who are not even around - some of them, actually gone as in dead. It was something he had grown strangely used to. He kept the numbers he could have - the ones that no one would care for if he was ever unlucky enough to be caught doing something he shouldn’t. He wouldn’t want to be the link they needed to those he cared for so he went through the trouble of memorizing the ones he couldn’t risk having recorded.
One finger swipes through the screen, selects the number and taps at the ‘call’ icon. The waitress comes over, places the large tea cup in front of him, tells him to enjoy and leaves while he waits to hear someone else’s voice. It comes after a long while and he wonders if she was busy or just wondering if she should pick up or not. “Took you a while noona. It’s too early to be busy.” He says, chuckling after. It’s 9 AM, he can see it on the clock hanging on the wall in front of him and he kind of expects her to ask him why he is up. He is never up before noon anyway.
“Did I wake you up?” He picks up his cup, takes a sip as he waits for her reply along with her curiosity over his morning endeavor. “Do you want to buy me lunch today?” It’s only 9AM, but he is pretty sure he can stuff himself if someone is willing to treat him.
She was a little too fond of her bed. At least that was what her mother told her every time she walked into her apartment without warning, with the intent of making sure she wasn't living in a dump. Although she shouldn't have worried, Sunmi wasn't a slob enough to let food expire in her fridge or her dishes pile up. She was much too picky about odors for that. Still, as she lay in bed, having been woken by the vacuum cleaner at full blast, she couldn't help but smile a bit. Mothers would be mothers. Rolling out of bed she headed for the living room where her mother was already picking up her things to go home. "Mom." she whined, clinging onto the woman, only to be smacked slightly on the arm. "You're house was a mess again, what kind of daughter did I raise. Your brother's apartment is cleaner." The complains had Sunmi sighing but she said no more, knowing that there was no way she'd ever win an argument against her mother. "Are you staying for breakfast?" The older woman, shook her head, dusting of her bag. "I have breakfast with my friends. Oh and your dad wants you to wire some money to him." With that, her mother was out of the door, leaving Sunmi to wave her off before she headed back to bed. After all, it was her day off.
Just as Sunmi was making herself comfortable once more, loud music was heard from under her covers, a sound that had her groaning but still searching underneath the comforter until her fingers found the device. A small smile spreading over her lips as she read the caller ID. It had been a long time since he had last called, to be honest she had secretly been worried about him. What was he up to ? Was he doing alright? "This kid." She sighed, sitting up in bed and swiping the screen in order to answer the call. "Yah ! I was trying to go back to sleep." Her complains lacking any sort of annoyance.
She snorted as she listened to his request, already pulling herself out of the bed. "You mean you called me to pay for your breakfast. Why am I not surprised?" Shaking her head she headed for the restroom, having already given up her plans for sleep. She could do that later. "Where do you want us to meet?"
Sunmi made her way across the crowded sidewalk, the crowd barely budging as she slipped through the gaps in an attempt to get to her destination faster. She was running late (not that being late was uncommon of her) and her friend would most likely get upset if she ever found out she’d missed the blind date that she and her boyfriend had set up. Not that she had asked for it, but complaining had been useless. Somehow, the pair had gotten it into their heads that she was lonely. Which was obviously not true, she had Hotaru for company.
When she finally reached the coffee shop she sighed in relief, hastily pushing the door open and almost tripping on her way in. “Damn it.” She complained, kneeling to pick up the phone she had dropped in her hasty entrance and slipping it into her purse. Sunmi was aware that this was the reason why people suggested that she shouldn't do things in a rush, but she brushed the idea off, confident that her method worked best. After all, things done hastily often seemed to leave her with good results. Maybe, if she was lucky enough, this date would be one of those ‘things’ that ended well-- not that she was expecting much, a good meal would be more than enough.
Gazing around the room she found several people starring at her, a situation that elicited nothing more than a sheepish grin from the girl before her attention was back on task. Her eyes locking on the only man who seemed to be there alone, and who was obviously expecting someone if the lack of drinks on his table were any indication. Without hesitation she made her way towards him, stopping in front of his table, and tilting her head to get a better look at him. “By any chance, are you Jinwoon ?”
Contacts were lifelines for inspectors. The little whispers that forcefully pushed you in the correct direction when a case seemed impossible. Their motives almost exclusively undisclosed. When she’d received that first note on her second official case, she’d been thrilled, but now that she was no longer an inspector, the little notes and summoning’s had become a burden. A little whisper that only she was allowed to hear.
Sunmi stared at the text on her phone as the taxi launched itself into the streets of Seoul. Her mind already preoccupied with what steps she was expected to take. Her fingers sliding against the screen until she’d found the number she needed. Sending a quick text to her immediate superior. He’d know what to do. She knew he wouldn't stop her, not when important information could be obtained, but he would send someone after her, just to make sure things didn't get out of hand.
She stepped out of the cab, handing the driver a few bills before making her way deeper into the street. Her eyes skimming over the numbers assigned to each establishment, trying to figure out which of those bars or clubs it would be this time. The more she walked, the less crowded the street, and realizing this made her feel on edge. Her thoughts involuntarily concentrating on what she could be doing at the moment. Like taking a long bath or eating on her couch with her legs on the table. Still she trudged on, her lip curving upward when she found the right bar only to find her attention ruptured by a familiar noise.
The sound of gunshot rang through Sunmi’s ears and she instinctively ducked behind a trashcan. Her eyes narrowing as she saw a woman running in her direction. “What the hell—”
You are sent to a location of a crime scene—a rather gruesome one, looking to be the work of stray Cottonmouth members. However, you have no proof of such thing, other than the grotesque beating to death the victim has received. You are to use your knowledge and skill to find out everything you can, gather enough information to put in a report claiming this was done by gang involvement. But be careful! You never know who could be watching, and you don’t want any nearby snakes to hear that you are accusing them of such. Do your best, and best of luck!
If there was one thing she hated about the job, it had to be the calls at ungodly hours. Calls that had been constant since she'd become part of the department and that showed no sign of ceasing, to her (and the city's) lousy luck. Sunmi pulled the bluetooth device out of her ear before getting out of the car, not wanting to be bothered with answering calls once she was on the scene. Opening the back door, she pulled out a briefcase, the police logo etched into it's black surface. These days that briefcase went everywhere with her.
With a nod of her head, she greeted the officer's who were on watch, taking the report one of them offered as she made her way to the front door. Another day, another murder. Typical of Seoul. As she read over the file the whole scene seemed eerily familiar, as if she'd read it several time's before, and she had, or at least something very similar. "This is going to be boring." She grumbled, stuffing the paper under her arm as she reached the entrance. Cottonmouth was too obvious. They were messy, and predictable. At least from her perspective. Their techniques consistently resulting in gruesome crime scenes.
The technician crouched, placing the briefcase on the floor where it opened with a click, only to remove a pair of gloves from within before it was once again closed shut. The powders and instruments locked inside until she had need for them. "Let's see." The report had said that all of the entrances to the home had been secured, no signs of a breaking and entering, a theory that was supported by the lack of marks on the door. Finally, she pushed the door open, only to be greeted by pandemonium. Porcelain pieces littered the floor in between shards of glass that had fallen when someone had hit the portrait on the wall. She snorted a little as she took in the picture, if that was the victim, there was a reason he was now dead. Only assholes commissioned photographs of themselves in white fur coats. Not that she'd mention that in her report, somehow she knew her superiors wouldn't be amused. The report had said that this man had owned three clubs in Seoul. It wouldn't be too far fetched too assume he'd pissed someone off.
Crouching once more, she searched the floor for anything that might stand out. Contrary to popular belief, her job was rather un-glamorous and tedious. After a few minutes, she smiled, moving to pick up a shard of glass tainted with blood. If her instinct was right, someone had been careless. She carefully placed the shard into a paper bag, before moving onto the living room. The body was tied to a chair at the center of the room, mostly naked except for a thin bathrobe. The skin painted in reds and purples. He'd died from a beating, that was obvious, and by the way he'd been handled, it had been more than one person. She walked over, noting the generic tape with which he had been tied to the chair, and the odd angle of the legs. Broken. Her eyes flashed toward a missing curtain rod, and she soon found herself on the couch reaching for the other. Iron. Most likely used as a weapon.
She stepped back, moving across the room slowly, her eyes trying to pinpoint anything that might look out of place. Just when she was about to give up, her eyes widened and she got on her knees, her hand reaching for a rolled up newspaper that had rolled under the couch. The top page smeared with blood, most likely the victims. Carefully she unrolled it, flipping through the pages until she found what she was looking for.
"Ahn Jin Mo: No More Money For The Gangs!"
Sunmi glanced a the corpse, her eyes critical, "So you were that type of person." She folded the newspaper, placing it into a bag, before returning to the body, fishing for his phone only to find it missing. The girl pursed her lips, "Where did you leave it at?" She asked, not expecting anyone to answer only to get a reply that had her reaching for her gun. "It's just us!" Two of her younger team members yelled, their cameras hanging from heir chest, and she relaxed, suddenly embarrassed. "Sorry for that, I didn't hear you guys coming in." And she hadn't, but there was no reason to be suspicious (right?). "Can you take pictures here, I need to look for something."
At their agreement she walked out of the room, searching for the bedroom or a study, the places more likely to hide his phone. As if on a lucky streak, she found the phone on the bed, her nose curling at the red sheets and the porn channel running on the tv. "I really don't want to know what this guy was doing." Turning the phone on she tried to guess the lock pattern, trying several times until it was blocked, and trying again once the time had run by. she knew it was easier to have someone unlock it for her but she had a feeling it held critical information. Her lips quirked upwards once she guessed the correct pattern, going directly to the recent calls, before checking the messages. The whole scene finally clicking. Reaching for the notepad in her briefcase she took off her gloves to write a quick note.
"Victim was most likely waiting for an escort as shown by the texts on his phone, dress or lack of it, the sheets on his bed (red satin), and the porn on his tv. This also explains how the attackers (more than one), walked into the home without resistance (no signs of breaking and entering on doors or windows). Both Cottonmouth and Wolfsbane are known to use escorts, but Wolsfbane is not known to use such messy tactics (killing through physical assault / use of blunt objects). Furthermore, a newspaper article found on the crime scene, talks about the victim (Ahn Jin Mo) standing up to the gangs. According to the article, the victim is known to have several clubs in locations known for Cottonmouth dealings."
She stopped there, hearing the front door open, the rest of the team had arrived. In her opinion, Cottonmouth could be the only culprit, but there was still work to do and corners to explore, even if all she wanted was to take a nap. She glanced at the bed once more, shuddering in disgust.
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