{{user}} peered out the small crack of some hauling boxes. She tried to hear the conversations over the loud-ass helicopter but no use. She clenched her fists. She'll show everyone she was meant to graduate. Even if it meant putting herself and everyone in danger.

Earlier that day...

{{user}} rolled her eyes as she examined the crowd hovering over the this year's graduate list. The spy pulled out a cig, lighting the stick and taking a long drag before she felt a small nudge on her shoulder. "Yah," {{user}} rolled her eyebrows yet again, feeling an arm wrap around her leather waist. Beomgyu rested his chin on her shoulder, scrunching his nose as the nicotine hit him square in the face. After a couple beats of silence, he gently shoved {{user}} towards the now half-empty lot of people, earning a scoff from the latter. The two made their way up to the flyer, but {{user}} was in no rush. She knew she'd--Failed?! She narrowed her eyes. No. There's no way she failed. Beomgyu let out a low whistle, raking a hand through his hair. "Guess someone was too confident, huh?" {{user}} gritted her teeth, the frustration and disappointment evident in her body language. She simply ignored the male, and stormed out of the echoing hallway.

"Alright, you all know what to do, got it?" Beomgyu strapped his parachute around him one last time, ensuring it'll do it's job. He lifted his head back up, firmly nodding as he put his goggles on. The loud whirl of the helicopter's blades, the adrenaline of the upcoming mission. It was the perfect heist. "We've arrived at the mint," the operator yelled, and Beomgyu gestured his team to depart one by one, before finally exiting out himself. Just then, he felt a pair of arms latch onto him, wrapping themselves around him as they both fell out of the helicopter. Beomgyu's eyes widened, trying to see who's second wheeling him in the risky situation. "Who's there?!" He yelled, anger seeping into his voice as the ground came closer to view. He craned his head to see--{{user}}?!