Ga Eul sat starring at the letter before her. Damn. She cursed in her head, slowly, her right hand traveled up to her temple, messaging it absentmindedly. She knew it was coming, yet, she was... Ugh! Forget it, she knew it was coming. There was no way she would win against that good for nothing of a... Stop right there. She reprimanded herself. It was just one of those weeks, nothing could go right, and everything had gone wrong. Division Six. She read the letter again. It was a transfer order; she was amazed at how fast it was processed. It was just her luck. Division Six was practically where officers went to hang their badge. No one ever made it out alive. It would be the end of her career and she knew it. If they want to stop any progress for her, they had succeeded. They had sent her to the dead end.

xxxxx

"Did you get the blue print?" Woo Bin asked as he fiddled with the gadget in his hand. It looked every bit like an ordinary cellphone, but, thanks to Ji Hoo's genius, it was so much more. Of course, the device came with many, oh so many, disguised settings. No one but the F4 would know what to do with it or even suspect a thing. It was flawless, as it was to be expected from Ji Hoo. "Was there ever a doubt?" Yi Jeong asked easily, dangling the document in his hand. It was an easy task, to acquire something such as a blue print. "Just so you know, I am offended that you even dare to doubt me," He added easily, throwing the casing towards Woo Bin who grinned. "They're not here yet?" He asked as he laid out the print on the clear table, Woo Bin was already on his feet to join him.

He was just about to answer when. "Sorry I'm late, the surgery ran a little longer than I had anticipated," Ji Hoo's voice graced Yi Jeong and Woo Bin's ears. They turned to find the young doctor and Jun Pyo walking into the room. "The meeting ran late," Jun Pyo stated easily, not bothering to elaborate, it sounded as if he expected his friends to just get it. "Better late than never," Yi Jeong replied indifferently. There was no use to talk about their work; to them it was just something they did to keep up appearances. None of them were too bothered about it. Still, they are not one to be reckless either.

"Hmm..." Ji Hoo mumbled as his eyes graced the blue print before him. He ran his long finger on the paper absentmindedly. "I don't think getting in is a problem," He stated after a while, looking up to exchanging a short look with his friends. "Getting out, well, judging by the alarm system," He added, stopping to point a couple of points on the blue print as he studied extra information on his cellphone he had pulled out some time during the conversation. "It's going to be slightly tricky," He continued, but, there was a glint of excitement in his eyes rather than worried. None of his friends missed it, Woo Bin, Yi Jeong and Jun Pyo could only exchange a quick smirk.

"We can fully utilize the crowd then," Woo Bin offered easily before pulling out a dark coloured envelope. "Invitations," He stated cheekily. Yi Jeong could only chuckle. "I'm not even going to ask," He teased lightly, patting Woo Bin's back. "Long legs, gorgeous," Woo Bin offered nonetheless, leaving Jun Pyo gapping while Ji Hoo and Yi Jeong shaking their heads. They should have seen it coming. There was nothing Woo Bin could not acquire in term of access. And they literally mean anything. There were no limitations. They even bet that Woo Bin could even find the gates to hell if they dare him to do so.

"I guess we've secured our entry, as for out exit..." Ji Hoo spoke, reeling them back into the planning stage. Typical Rui, everything had to be planned precisely. Nothing was left to chance in his mind. He was focused and probably the only reason why they were alive despite the crazy stunts. "How about the West Exit?" Jun Pyo asked, pointing at the lonely exit to the west of the blue print. All eyes quickly trained on the page before looking at Ji Hoo who was preoccupied with his cellphone. "It's riskier, I expect the cops would barricade it first," He explained easily. "I suggest we go out the way we came in," He stated easily. "The front door?" Yi Jeong asked quickly, there were hint of concern mixed with excitement in his tone.

A smile curled up on Ji Hoo's lips. The kind none of the F4 member were ever a fan of. "Why not?" He challenged easily. They were known to take risks and pushing the envelope a little too far, but, what Ji Hoo was suggesting, it was just. "I don't say this often enough, but..." Woo Bin began and then stopped to find a term that he deemed acceptable. "... Are you fucking crazy?" He added. Yi Jeong could only grin while Jun Pyo looked as if he was lost in thought, trying to keep up with the conversation. "That's a great idea," Jun Pyo blurted out after a moment. Both Yi Jeong and Woo Bin turned sharply, coming face to face with their fearless leader. "We are the guesses," He added simply.

"I think you mean 'guests'," Woo Bin deadpanned. "Guesses, guests, what's the different?" Jun Pyo barked back. "It's not such a bad idea," Yi Jeong finally agreed, tracing his fingers on the blue print as he thought. "We'll be long gone before they even suspected it's us,"

xxxxx

Ga Eul was fiddling with her dress again for the nth time for the night; she had lost count some time after a while. "Stop fidgeting," The voice of her immediate superior came through her earpiece. She stopped at one. "Right," She muttered under her breathe before adding; I wouldn't be so fidgety if you didn't put me into such a tight dress, asshole, silently in her head, knowing full well that the two-way communication device would transmit her respond. "Keep an eye out for any strange activity," Her immediate superior's voice came through the line yet again. "Yes sir..." She responded boringly, brushing her hair behind her hair boringly.

She hated it, the undercover job. It wasn't as glamorous as anyone made it out to be. It was mostly long hours and half the time she had to end up wearing some skimpy outfit. It was definitely not what she had signed up for. Alas, it wasn't as if she had a choice. Her transfer to Division Six was final. Even Jan Di's face fell, knowing the reputation of the division a little too well. The piles up of unsolved and cold cases were a mile high. Most of it was because of the other division. They decided that it would be in their best interest to just dump what they can't solve to the team. Of course, the Team Leader was too kind to say no. Wimp... She thought privately as she scanned the party that was in full swing.

"Aren't you a pretty thing," A husky male voice startled Ga Eul from her reverie. She turned sharply to find a lanky man standing before her with two drinks in his hand. A predatory smile was colouring his lips. Typical. Ga Eul thought privately before rolling her eyes and turning away from the man, hoping he would get the message and would leave her alone. But, that was another thing she hated about an undercover job, nothing turned out to be exactly she wanted it to. She could feel a large hand rested of her shoulder, quickly; she brushed it off, trying really hard to ignore the existence of the man. "Oh my, playing hard to get, aren't we?" The man stated before chuckling. The sound made Ga Eul's stomach churn.

It took her everything she got not to stomp her foot and punched the guy as she turned to look at him. "I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me alone," She said, controlling her anger. For some reason, her two-way communicator went silent. Great, not even an offer for help. She cursed as she threw the man before her a disgusted look. "Oh come on, I know your type," The man before her stated with a sheepish smile. In that moment in time, Ga Eul wished for nothing but to slap that smirk off of the man's face, but, she knew she had to keep her cool. She opted to remain silent; maybe, just maybe he would leave her alone. "I'm Gong Soo Pyo, you are?" The man introduced himself. Guess, she was asking for too much.

A set of curse flew to the front of Ga Eul's head, but, before she could blurt any out, another man came into her line of vision, and she felt him threw his arm over her shoulder, it was good that her instinct didn't kick in or the man would have been floored. Instead, she gapped, surprised, titling her head towards the man as he opened his mouth. "Hi sweetheart, sorry I'm late,"