The night was miserably dreary and cold. Taehyung could see his breath vapor in front of him as he lay in wait. It was his third week into tracking his latest assignment. Every night he sat in wait down the street from the home of Jung Hoseok.
Jung was twenty-four years of age, the oldest child in the family home. He lived with his parents and younger sister. During the day he was a detective and came home approximately nine o'clock every night. Taehyung could assume that due to the lack of deviation from this monotonous schedule that Jung was not in a relationship, nor had many friends outside of work.
Taehyung continued to wait and watch in silence. The dark echoed around him, kept him company in the small black Toyota Corolla. Over the years he had grown used to the feeling of staking out alone. Ever since he’d finished his training provided by The Swan, he was on his own, pursuing subjects he was assigned.
He looked down and checked his phone, it was almost nine. He noticed that Jung’s parents and sister were leaving the home, as planned. Sunday nights the family left before nine to attend the service at the local church, leaving Jung alone once he got home. Taeyhung smiled to himself. This assignment was easier than some of his other ones. He hated having to take action when families were around. He didn’t like what his job was, but he chose loyalty for The Swan over his morals. At least with the family gone, he wouldn’t have to harm them or let them see what he would do to his target.
What Jung Hoseok had done to get on the bad side of The Swan, Taehyung didn’t know. He didn’t get to ask questions either. He just knew he had to get the job done, clean and simple. Stakeout his subject, get information, terminate, and leave undetected.
He couldn't make a mistake as he did two years ago. He was close to being caught by a nosey neighbor he did not account for when cleaning up after a job. They had to relocate here to Daegu to avoid attention from the authorities. The Swan was not pleased. Taehyung was locked in his apartment once they relocated, left with little food, no phone, no nothing. Taehyung had to earn back his trust, and since that mistake has taken extra measures to be careful.
He checks his phone again, ten after nine. The family had most likely gotten to the church five minutes ago, leaving him less than an hour and a half to get what he needed to do. Where was Jung?
He had little time to dwell because Jung’s red Prius had made its way up the darkened street. Cautiously, it pulled up into the garage. Taehyung watched Jung enter the garage door into the home as the large door closed. Taehyung took a breath and gathered together his things. Slipping on his small black messenger bag, he slipped out of his car. Locking it behind him, he began to slink down the dark street to the Jung home. It was time.
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