Jung Li
Jung looked at the male before him and studied her features one more time before making a last judgement call on if she really was his target at the time. When she explained to him as to why she took his phone, he put away his blade and tucked it back inside of his jacket. Jung raised a brow at her then took a few steps back.
"I believe you." He muttered while turning heel and looking out towards the blank wall before him.
"I've been a bit on edge, as of late." He muttered softly in almost a whisper as he turned back towards her.
"Stay a nurse, never change your profession." He walked up to her and grasped her arms a little with his hands, staring at her in her eyes. Her eyes had a familiar sparkle and shine about them as he was a bit memorized. This female before him looked so much like the one who left the guild and the one he was assigned to kill. Was it all in his head? Did he have deeper feelings and not really finish the job? Jung sighed softly to himself while releasing her from his grasp and leaving the room without muttering another word.
Makayla was standing outside, smoking a cigarette as she knew something was wrong with Jung.
"Hey, what's up?" Jung eyed her then shook his head as he swiftly took the cigarette out of her hand and took a few puffs before walking away, a trail of smoke left behind him. Jung wasn't in the right state of mind right about now as he grabbed his cell phone and dialed Agent Saunders.
"I'm going home for the day. Too much to handle for one day." Agent Saunders understood and just wanted him to check in with her if he needed anything.
After a brief conversation, he hung the phone up and placed it in the cup holder of his vehicle then sped off. Jung found his way home and opened up the door though felt that something wasn't right. He entered his home a bit cautiously and looked around every corner before making a full turn. He leaned his back against a wall then soon followed his head as he let out a breath. But he couldn't get too comfortable as someone shot out of his hallway closet and immediately went to firing a gun towards him. Jung quickly ducked and rolled out of the way then leaped up and threw his knife into his shooting arm.
When the person dropped the gun, Jung lounged towards the male then gave him a few swift knees to the ribs before pressing him against the wall, his arm embedded in his throat region.
"Who sent you?!" The male refused to answer so he kneed him in the ribs again then pressed him back against the wall.
"Who, damn it?!" Again the male refused to answer so Jung swiftly grabbed his knife from the shooting arm then took a few steps back then gave the male a spinning roundhouse kick to the skull, leaving him unconscious on the floor. Jung breathed heavily then pressed his back against the wall again before sliding down it to sit on the floor.
Someone was now after him and he must find out who before more innocent people and even him, get killed.
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