[h3]Su-Cheong[/h3] Earlier that day… One thing that Su-Cheong would routinely do after her morning exercise had always involved a pencil and her private notebook. She took some couple of hours to read her own history, her own opinions on the matter she had faced in her life. Su-Cheong also routinely checked her emotional reaction every time she read past the ones that made her feeling uncomfortable. Sometimes, she managed to keep herself steady, but when her memory put some strains in her emotion, Su-Cheong would contemplate and add some future note in her attempt to accept it. It always began at the spot in her journal when she was 16, quite an accomplishment for one to graduate high school very early, with good marks and a university acceptance letter. Su-Cheong put a mental warning sign at that point so she would not get trapped into regretting and wondering what kind of good life had been taken from her. The journal then passed to the note of when Su-Cheong was kidnapped, brought to live among the crooks and forced to do some dirty works. Two and a half years of getting involved in their perverted business around the world had ended with one full year cooperating with the international police. Su-Cheong had a clandestine work of giving the law enforcement some necessary evidence required for the court to press the gangster hard enough and cease their operation. They managed to utterly disassemble the gang, but not without the collateral damage which was Su-Cheong herself. The traumatic torture she received around six years ago required a half year of physical and mental therapy to heal; and Su-Cheong could never be fully restored back to how she previously had been. This time, it was rather difficult because Su-Cheong thought that she had long passed her fear about the incident that returned in her nightmare. With her hand covering the scar on her abdomen, and clutching it rather tightly, Su-Cheong took a deep breath. The journaling session of this morning turned out to be counterproductive. It was not the first time for her to get the drawback from her coping attempt. Fortunately, the young woman already had her experience in handling such situation. When the mind becomes incapacitated, it is time for the body to take over. Su-Cheong reached a wall console and decided to rise the vibe inside her room. An advanced kind of search engine allowed her to find a playlist with music of particular beats and tempo she needed to keep active while also stay rested after her morning exercise. With all the furnishing getting folded and hidden into the wall, her room became a private dance hall. The carpet flooring even rolled itself, all that was left was again the mirror, extending itself to cover one side of the wall. Su-Cheong could look at herself moving around her now spacious room as she slowly danced. A widely open window on one part of the wall exposed Su-Cheong to the outside world. [u]Someone outside might take a peek as she danced, but she didn’t care.[/u] Su-Cheong started slowly, coming with the rhythm from the music she played. She chose her current session not to follow any certain style, she wanted to be free and liberate her mind through physical motions. Her feet made some little taps and jumps, her shoulders had some flicks, and the circular movements of her arms were moderately kept. Su-Cheong’s smile grew from her lips as her confidence built up as she looked at her performance in the mirror. She then realized her possession of the physical feminine assets and exploited them in her next movements. This reminded her of the sessions she had in entertaining the mob boss, a calm between the storms she had in her past. Regardless, she felt genuine in doing so right at this moment, expressing her femininity not for any means to deceive or seduce in order to take advantage from anyone. Years training and various deployments had not taken away the grace in Su-Cheong’s dance. An unlikely opportunity, she always thought, when during the final part of her therapy months, Su-Cheong was given a special pass-card by her shooting instructor. Impressed by the result of Su-Cheong’s effort to gain legal certification for firearms possession, the instructor had told her to show that pass-card to any military recruitment station around the country and challenge herself to survive their program. Seeing this as an opportunity to reborn herself, Su-Cheong accepted. The young woman immediately got transferred into something that she only knew as a joint military program consisting of recruits from various country worldwide including, mainly, NATO. Thus, that was when Su-Cheong began her four-year training and eventually had her two-year deployment. This program was quite specialized which eventually made Su-Cheong realize that her regimens included the optimized program from combining the various special forces trainings around the world. Among the few selected were her squad mates, forming the composition of Raven Squad. Refreshed by her dancing, Su-Cheong regained the clarity of her mind. This is her place now, among the Raven Squad; the selected few of skillful folks with some degrees of peculiarity like herself. She had been quite detached, seeing the nature of this assignment might risk someone’s death; or even her squad-mates were likely have something in their past that made them not fit that much for friendship. Su-Cheong had been holding this belief for long, but after this last assignment, the young woman began to enjoy their company. That evening… Su-Cheong felt a little bit guilty when she somehow interrupted the fiddle play her commander performed. Of course, she understood about the logistics and maintenance components this base had as its support. [color=violet]“No mean to disrespect, Ma’am, it’s just my brain had its own stream of thought about the potential breach of security and could probably compromise our future operations, coming from some loopholes of the peripheral support system we’re having…”[/color] Su-Cheong said that quickly responding to Skye, [color=violet]“but I’ll keep that for sometimes in the future, no pressure, Ma’am.”[/color] Seeing how her commander might get concerned with the issue Su-Cheong raised pushed her to cool the situation down. She put a smile on her face, and widened it into a grin she made as cute as possible. [color=violet]“Oh, hello, miss Zemyr…”[/color] Su-Cheong distracted herself from the possible sharp gaze she assumed she was getting from Skye and everyone else in the room. [color=violet]“We’re celebrating now... grab ourselves some whiskey maybe?”[/color] Everybody in the room likely knew already that Su-Cheong very rarely took any booze, especially during evening parties. She always hated the morning hangover.