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It's been nearly 2 weeks since the Idol Awards.
2 weeks since the Saja Boys disappeared mysteriously.
The world has seemingly forgotten about the events that took place on that day, and that includes Bobby himself.
But he couldn't seem to shake the feeling that something had happened that day. He vaguely recalls his girls singing, a deep booming voice, a massive purple blaze. He remembers seeing his girls fighting monsters with some sort of glowing weaponry. He remembers his girls flying.
Yet his memories feel foggy. It feels like a lucid dream. But it feels so real.
Bobby never questioned what his girls did during their free time. He never questioned when they would mysteriously disappear during trainings, or the weird special effects they often introduced to the live concerts that Bobby could swear was impossible to pull off. But then the Saja Boys appeared, and the girls started acting weirder than usual. And now Rumi had those strange tattoos that seemed to glow. He certainly couldn't ignore all these happenings, not with how out-of-this-world they were. Were his girls in some sort of trouble? What were they hiding? He wants to get to the bottom of this. He needs to get to the bottom of this, especially if his girls are in danger.
A sharp screech brings him back to reality. The subway train came to a clean stop. The doors slide open, and Bobby steps out and onto the platform. It was a cold night out, but certainly not a quiet one. The streets are bustling with noise as Bobby exits the station and crosses the road. A short walk later and he finds himself at a multi-storey carpark. Checking his phone one more time to confirm, he climbs the staircase up to the third floor where a black sedan sits waiting in the corner. Bobby strides across the empty lots to the car, keenly aware of the following gaze from the man seated in the driver's seat. He walks around to the passenger's side door, pops it open and promptly shuts it as he gets in.
"Hey Captain. You look well," the driver says. "Well fed at the very least."
"Very funny, Sergeant. I see you haven't lost your sense of humor."
The Sergeant flashes him a thin smile that vanishes as quickly as it came.
"Did you find anything?" Bobby asks, shifting the topic back on track.
"A lot, actually," The Sergeant responds. "To be honest, I was a bit puzzled when you asked me to do some digging on your girls, but it seems your instincts are right as usual."
He gestures towards the passenger side glove compartment. Bobby opens it up, and inside sits a plain manila folder, thick with content. He pulls it out of the compartment and opens it as the Sergeant waits patiently.
The folder is full of images. Of his girls. The first few seem to be stills of CCTV footage. Bobby recognizes the location of Namsan Tower, a place he vaguely remembers being at with a large crowd. And his girls are fighting. The stills show Rumi, Mira and Zoey armed with an assortment of glowing melee weapons, cleaving through hordes of god-knows-what. And another few images of a huge fireball being shot at them. Bobby is trying so hard to wrap his head around this. The memories are there, sitting at the back of his mind, yet he can't bring himself to believe these were real. The next couple of photos are cleaner, shot using what appears to be a proper camera. One of Rumi in an alleyway fighting the same creatures with the glowing sword Bobby saw from the previous images. Another of Mira wielding what looks to be a spear as she sweeps the area in front of her with it. And another of Zoey chucking throwing knives.
"These can't be real." Bobby hears himself whisper.
"Didn't think they were," the Sergeant responds. "But I took those last few photos myself. I saw with my own eyes."
"So what, my girls are... monster hunting superheroes? Who can fly and all?"
"I mean, yeah. Looks like it. They're also very well trained," The Sergeant pauses and gestures towards the image of Rumi.
"That one," He says. "That one's a beast with that sword of hers. The redhead? Her close quarter combat skills rivals that of our squad. And the maknae, Zoey? She could hit a moving target with pinpoint accuracy using those knives. My guess is that your girls have been hiding this for a long time."
Bobby feels himself sink deeper into the seat.
"I should have known," he says.
"Hey man, don't beat yourself up," the Sergeant reassures. "They're good at covering their tracks and staying under the radar. It was hell to track them, even for someone like me."
Bobby stays silent for a while, before finally steeling himself.
"Keep following them. I need to know everything about what they do and what it is exactly they're fighting."
"Not a problem. They seem to be holding their own pretty well anyways."
"And make sure that no one else finds out about this. I know how the asshats at Command work. If they figure out what my girls can do, they will weaponize them to the best of their ability. I will not have that happen to them."
"Don't worry boss, keeping a secret's not a trouble for men like us."
"And thanks," Bobby sighs, drumming his fingers on his thigh. "Thanks for helping with... this."
The Sergeant chuckles lightly.
"It's no trouble at all. You've saved my life more than I can count, this is the least I can do to help."
With that, Bobby bids the man a quick farewell and exits the vehicle. The car peels out of the parking lot, leaving Bobby to walk silently towards the staircase. As his feet carry him back towards the subway station, his mind fixates on his girls. They put their lives on the line so often to combat an unseen threat, and no one would ever thank them for it. All those times they disappeared was to go do... that. Every single time. Bobby remembers the time when he used to do something like that. To fight in the dark for his country. He knows what it's like.
And he will do anything, anything in his power, to make sure they didn't have to fight alone.