Interpol Headquarters, Seoul, Korea

To: Yoon Jeonghan                      Codename: Eagle

Target: Black Helianthus          Occupation: Leader of Hitmen Group "17" (see attached file for info)

Location: Mansae Lounge        Time: Mark has a trade deal at approx. 23:00

Note: Target consistently escaped previous assassination attempt. Kill on site.

Mansae Lounge, 21:50

Eagle enters the clubhouse. Dressed in a pair of tight black leather pants and a fishnet shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination, the man strides over to the bar, eyes following his every move, lips licking at the way those hips sway.

He orders a vodka on the rock and walks towards one of the empty booths, leaving behind an entranced bartender and a throng of women swooning over his smooth baritone.

22:20

Eagle spots his mark.

The man, in his 20s, is followed by his two men: a tall one with aristocratic features and blue hair, and a tiny one with a baby face and pink hair. They lock eyes – instant heat.

The man, his mark, Black Helianthus, moves towards him: black hair, black eyes, black suit. Black.

A smile.

"You alone?"

"If yes, then what?"

"If yes, then will you dance with me?"

"If no, then what?"

"...if no, well, then, I'll just have to persuade you over to my side, no?" A smirk.

"I'll have a Bloody Mary"

"Then a dance?"

"We'll see"

The drinks arrive, only to go unnoticed.

"Shall we?"

"Yes"

Amidst the dance floor, the music blaring, the crowd writhing against each other, a sea of ecstasy, an ocean of arousal and drugs and alcohol, all they see, is each other.

Their hands on each other's hips, body, neck, the heat is sweltering.

A kiss. Lips brush lightly, part, only to meld back in.

Take a deep breath.

Dive.

Their tongues meet, it's hot cavern and teeth, it's warmth and excitement.

Lips mouthing at his neck, at his jugular, leaving a mark. Makes his blood thrum.

They're lined up against each other, chest to back.

Hands on his hips, under his shirt. Heat nestles against his behind.

"Fuck...your shirt...I want to rip this off you"

"Will you?"

No words. They leave the club. There are rooms in here for this.

On the elevator, they throw themselves against each other. Mouth on mouth. Body on body. They're drunk. They can't get enough.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathless.

A tongue, a wet mouth, a hand, it's dizzying. An overload of senses.

"Ping" the elevator chimes.

They can't get out of it fast enough.

The room door.

His head bangs on the door. His legs wound tightly on the other's hips. He grinds.

"Fuck. You're trying to kill me"

The room opens. They can't make it to the bed.

He's pushed against the wall.

A rip.

It's his shirt.

A hand closes over his neck, another at his arousal.

A deep breath.

He retaliates.

Heat. Heat. Heat.

The night's young yet.

Mission report

Target: Black Helianthus

Purpose: Kill on site

Status: Incomplete

Note: Target escaped during attempt. Request to pursue.

Supervisor's notes: Request accepted. Pending further lead on mark.

CIA ARCHIVES – SEOUL BRANCH

MISSION REPORT 2B289FE

Target: Eagle                        Purpose: Kill on site

Status: Incomplete            Reason: Mark escaped during attempt

Note: Request to pursue

REQUEST ACCEPTED. SEE REP. 1X750JA FOR CONT.

Signed: Black Helianthus