We didn’t want to play, especially with him.
We did our best tactic and threw ourselves at him, trying not to hit the blade. Hooded man stepped back surprised and we got out of the room.
“Now what,” I thought out loud.
Hooded man had the answer. He attacked us again and we had to scatter around the room, looking for some weapon. Youjin grabbed a chair and Inseong again found a broom. I burst into the kitchen and took the metal tray. Hooded man ridiculed our armament and ran to Inseong, but had to stop, when he got hit by a chair. Youjin and Inseong moved back a little. Culprit hissed with anger and decided to attack Heejun. This time I stepped in, jumping before our maknae and blocking the knife with a tray. I pushed the man and hit him in the head with full force. He staggered, disoriented.
“Be cautious!” I warned my members.
Seungjun was still wandering and looking for his weapon. Unfortunately, hooded man didn’t order chicken legs with spicy sauce, so Seungjun couldn’t repeat his chicken hero’s act.
“Left!” Heejun shrieked suddenly and I blocked the attack in the last moment. However, the push was so strong, that the knife pierced through the thin metal. I gasped, but luckily dodged the sharp blade. Hooded man saw my hesitation and pushed harder. I hit the wall. Now he tried to pierce my throat.
“I need to find something!” we heard Seungjun. “I... Oh, bread.”
“FOCUS!” all four of us screamed with anger.
My arms began feeling weak...
Then culprit got hit by a bottle full of coke. He staggered, so I broke free and staggered myself at Youjin and Inseong. Seungjun actually found a weapon – that bottle.
“I saw that in a drama,” he said with confidence. “It’s easy!”
Wasn’t easy at all. I knew what drama he meant and I was sure he’ll be dead, if we don’t do something. The drama protagonist was a skilled fighter and Seungjun was sometimes a chicken head, just like now. I exchanged looks with members and we ran to Seungjun at the same time.
I kicked culprit in the back and Youjin hit him with the chair, so the man fell down. Then Inseong put broom’s end into his eye. Culprit screamed and moved back. And finally his hood had slid down.
The view was scary. Not only his hand was burned. Half of his face was too and he didn’t have hair on the left side of the head. Suddenly I started to pity him, but came to my senses quickly. That man KILLED two...no, three people and tried to kill another two. That would be wrong, if I pitied him.
We took the opportunity of his shock, because of revealing himself to us, and attacked together again.
We immediately froze. Mr. Lee was standing in the doorway, holding a gun. He just shot in the ceiling.
“What a cockroach,” he growled and pointed his gun at me. He kicked his brother, who hurriedly covered his face again and waited for orders. “You can’t do a small task.” He saw the others. “Rescue team? Nice, but too late. You’ll be dead, if you move.”
So we didn’t move. Mr. Lee sat on the chair, blocking the door. “Now,” he continued, pointing his gun at us one after the other. “Who’s first?”
I wanted to say something (no, I didn’t volunteer) and did a step forward. Mr. Lee reacted in a flash. He shoot the floor next to my feet and I fell down, frightened.
“Don’t take me lightly, boy,” he said. “I’m longer in this than you are.”
“Me too, if you ask.” We almost screamed with relief. Grumpy was aiming his gun at Mr. Lee’s head. “Now, drop the gun, or I’ll shoot.”
“You’re bluffing,” Mr. Lee hissed with wry smile.
“Nope. Want to see?”
All of a sudden a shadow moved from the corner to the door.
“Grumpy, the hooded man!” I shrieked.
“IN!” Grumpy shouted to his earphone and in a second the room was full of police.
Mr. Lee and his brother were arrested and transported to the police car. While the police was collecting the evidence, we were sitting on a floor with blankets and cups of warm coffee.
“You’re okay?” Grumpy came to us. We nodded. He sighed and ruffled my hair. “Good job for staying alive, kiddo. You too.” He threw a tracker to Youjin. “Good thinking.”
We smiled, feeling lighter for the first time since our infamous Hwang-ya vacation.
“By the way,” Grumpy said suddenly and looked at me with a frown. “Could you remind me, please, what did you call me a moment ago?”
I felt the chills on my back.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied and focused on my coffee.
“Oh, you know it too well! GRUMPY!?” He pointed to Heejun, who flinched and almost spilled the coffee on Seungjun’s leg. “He said it’s his cat’s name!”
“Oh, our manager is here,” I lied again and quickly stood up, going to the exit. “Good job, detective!” My members followed me, while Grumpy’s colleagues burst out laughing.