489 First Mission

The trailer van was the same one they used before when Katherine first appeared publicly during her 'Welcome Home Party'. It had a spacious interior and was actually liveable, but they had reconstructed it in order to fit all their equipment.

"Damn it. You two look like a celebrity couple," Styles commented when he checked Katherine's social media account and saw the photo that she posted an hour ago. "And look at these followers… I bet most of them came from King Charming's following and just wanted to see who our Queen is."

Damien, who already knew that Styles was referring to him, knitted his brows. "I don't have a social media account."

Styles snapped his head at him. "Yes, you do…" He knew that Damien did because he had done his research and even followed him using an alias.

Katherine looked at Damien and saw him deepen the crease on his brows, then she heard him say, "Well, I did have one before. But it's been years since I have opened it."

"You do?" she asked while simultaneously checking her app. "How have I never checked before?" 

"You don't know too?" Styles quirked a brow. "He has a million followers!"

"I do?" Damien whipped out his phone. He hadn't touched any social media apps for a very long time already, so he had no clue.

"You're right… Wow… Who are these people?" she wondered upon seeing the number of followers he had. "And why do you only post pictures of your hand while holding a glass of whiskey?"

Damien chuckled. "They were good whiskeys."

Checking out one of the photos, she gasped when she read some of the comments on it.

[NixxxiE: I love you, Mr. Damien Park! I wanna have your babies!]

[filledelisle: Oh, god... that hand... I want to touch it!]

[Sofia05: That hand would look so much better cupping my boobs]

[Avalorian_: @Sofia05 No, that hand would look better touching my p****]

[Swaning: These bunch of thirsties. I'm just gonna pass by. Nice watch btw!]

Katherine threw a dirty look in Damien's direction. When he looked up and saw her glare, he asked, "What?" Then, he checked what she was seeing on her phone screen. "Oh… I don't read comments and I don't reply…"

Pouting, she furiously typed a comment on the same photo.

[KatherineYoung: That hand is mine!!!]

Seeing her reaction and reading her comment, Damien couldn't help but laugh. "Yours," he whispered before pressing a kiss on her hair.

Just then, a static noise was heard from the speakers which was followed by a man's voice. "Guys," Amelia called their attention. She was coordinating with the team who was out in the field, so she had all her focus on the computers. Their heads turned to the front and they heard the voice saying, "Delta Papa Zero, this is Alpha Foxtrot Zero-One, RADIO CHECK, OVER."

Checking the time on his watch, Damien said, "It's eight o'clock. As soon as everybody is in their places, we'll commence."

"Got it." Styles faced his screen and linked all the comms who were out with Felix.

…

Later…

Two men were hiding in a dark alley not far from Hillcrest Hospital.

"You ready?" Felix asked as he fixed the wig on his head. He was wearing a disguise of a homeless man and was unrecognizable.

Chris nodded, feeling icky as he wore a slightly dirty shirt and pants with blood on it.

Felix heard an order from Damien through his comms and he answered, "WILCO. OUT," acknowledging Damien's order and saying that he will comply.

Then, he turned away from Chris and had him climb on his back in a saddleback carry position. Felix could carry him like a fireman would, but that would give away too much of his skills, so they opted for this instead. "Fûck you're heavy," he remarked.

"Argggh. My stitches are gonna rip," Chris groaned under gritted teeth.

"Then that's better. Now, play dead," Felix told him just before he left the dark alley with Chris on his back and then hurriedly—as if he was in a real emergency—ran towards the entrance of the hospital.

"Help! This man needs help!" he shouted as he approached.

Jeffrey, who 'happened' to be nearby, came to help. There were other medical staff members who came to assist Chris onto a bed and wheeled him towards the ER. Chris looked pale and disheveled as he acted as if he passed out.

A staff member came to ask Felix some questions and he did his best to say what they had rehearsed—that he found the man lying unconscious several meters away from the hospital, describing the blood that he found on the man's abdomen and on his leg. 

Several minutes later, Felix came out of the hospital and a young reporter, who was also arranged by Markus anonymously, rushed towards him. "Excuse me, Sir, may I ask you a few questions? I saw you earlier carrying a man who had a lot of blood on his clothes. What happened?"

Felix repeated what he told the nurse—all while making his act believable. He was even asked to describe how the man looked like, in which he roughly did, telling the reporter the hair color and complexion as if those were the only things he noticed.

When he was finally done, Felix scurried away from the hospital and back to the dark alley where he quickly changed clothes and removed his disguise.

"Alpha Foxtrot Zero-One, head over to the basement," said Damien through the comms.

"ROGER. OUT." Felix left the dark alley and got inside a car, then, he sped off towards the hospital's basement parking where he anxiously waited on one of the parking spaces near the elevators. 

"Come on. Come on," he muttered, his gaze fixated at the door of the elevator where Chris was supposed to come out.

It had been almost an hour since he had dropped him off in the hospital and the longer they take, the riskier it would be. Inside the hospital, there were a few men from Alpha, Beta, and Delta teams who were doing their own tasks in order to make sure that Chris would safely get out of there. 

"What's the hold up?!" he asked the men from his team through the comms.

However, there was no answer.

Wondering why his comms was silent, he spoke, "Delta Papa Zero, this is Alpha Foxtrot Zero-One, can you hear me? OVER."

No response.

"Shît." He clenched his hands.

Just then, the elevator door opened and his heart raced as he waited for whoever would come out. A few seconds later, Chris limped his way out of the car, along with the rest of their team who were wearing scrubs or white gowns. Felix let out a long sigh of relief before he stepped on the gas and stopped in front of them. 

Chris got inside the heavily tinted car that Felix was driving together with another security detail from the Beta team while the rest went to another car that was behind them. Soon, they sped out of the basement parking and joined the traffic.