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He flings himself into one of the containment cells meant for the most dangerous of criminals and hears the series of clicks that indicate the self-locking of the extensive safe guard systems.
For now, he is safe.
Himchan collapses against a wall and gasps for breath, willing his heart to calm its frantic staccato pulsing. It doesn’t. His bloodstreams feels like cut conduits, sparking painfully through his limbs. His hands are shaking with suppressed violence.
Whatever is on Valentine’s SD cards – it must be strong to be able to still affect him inside these walls meant to dampen most radiant energies.
Purposefully ignoring his still sporadically twitching hands, Himchan clenches his jaw, only to flinch when something heavy slams against the only none-padded wall of the containment chamber. It’s a one way mirror spanning wall to wall, floor to ceiling, meaning that while it keeps him from witnessing the madness outside – good; there’s also no blind spots inside the chamber for him to hide from whoever is outside looking in – bad.
The thumps continues. Himchan guesses that someone is getting their skull repeatedly smashed against the heavily reinforced glass – mere fists cannot make noises loud enough to penetrate the containment chamber.
Still shaking, and still on his knees, Himchan pulls out his cell phone. Miraculously, he can still connect –poorly - to the facilities' system. Viciously stabbing at the screen with his spasming fingers, he changes the lock override codes on the entire facility. Anything more complicated is obviously too much for his erratic mind, and even more erratic body.
-But he needs to do surveillance. Needs to make sure his team is safe –
As his phone slips from his fingers again and again, hot tears of frustration and fear rolls across his cheeks, plunges into the small puddle of blood that is widening with the gentle seeping of his thigh wound. When the one-way mirror begins to rattle with the unmistakable beat of a MK-42, Himchan gives in to the white noise in his head and screams and screams.
The padded walls takes the pounding of his fists, and absorb the sound of his desperation until his throat is as raw as his mind.
It’s only been ten minutes into V-day.