[team five] trespasser

[lotusk]

namjoon gets an unexpected visitor (scifi, sort of?)

N/B: I tried to finish this before posting but I just couldn’t and I don’t want to be late, and I love you bluedreaming!

thesockmonster, you’re on!

The ground was a long way down, and the air up here pricked the skin. Namjoon liked the bite though, liked how the cold reminded him he was alive. Streaks of crimson bled the sky as twilight spread its deep gray blanket over Nuevo Osaka. Eyes on the lit skyscrapers in the distance, Namjoon took a long drag of his cigarette as he watched the city transition from day to night. The skyline was stunning--shot through as it was with lavender, champagne and chartreuse lights. Every city had its own triptych of colors and these just happened to Nuevo Osaka’s ordained colors. It was a good thing Namjoon liked at least two out of the three. It wasn't a bad ratio. Stubbing his cigarette in the hover-ashtray, he watched as the last of the embers extinguished, and the ashtray floated back to its resting place on the argentum trestle table. He usually stayed out on the balcony for at least two solitary smokes, but he wasn't in the mood for nicotine tonight. He was about to step through the automated sliding doors when he heard quiet footfalls behind him. Someone on his property! Why hadn't the perimeter alarms gone off? How the fuck had the intruder bypassed the hi-sensitivity motion sensors? Namjoon reached for his laser-shooter and turned on his heel--ready to disable the intruder. As he held his arm straight, safety off and finger on the trigger, he felt a flash of regret. He should have bought a gun with more range and blast-power from Kiko Mizuhara during his last run into Nuevo Tokyo. “Who the fuck are you?” He asked with a steadiness he didn’t feel. “Someone who needs your help.” The young man took a step forward, his features free of expression. Namjoon never trusted anyone whose emotions he couldn’t read--never mind that it was his habit to reveal his emotions to no one. “Stop right there!” Namjoon barked, pointing the gun with intent. He maintained eye contact with the intruder, while his peripheral vision scanned the security tattoo on his left forearm. The intricate, square-shaped maze glowed white when there was no danger nearby, and turned blood-scarlet when weaponry or incendiary devices were present in a 500-meter radius. Installed by Akihabara’s top iSecurity specialist, Fan Bingbing, the tattoo was one of Namjoon’s most solid investments ever. He waited for the maze to turn a deep carmine, but the lines of the tattoo remained a persistent, blinding shade of white. No weapons on him at least, he sighed with relief. Namjoon estimated the other man was maybe an inch or two shorter than him, and leaner. He could overpower him if things escalated. “Why are you here?” Steely-voiced, he kept his shooter trained on the young man. He had kohl-rimmed eyes and a wide mouth that made him look impetuous. Well, he had to be reckless and impulsive to some extent since he’d decided to trespass in a high security building. “I’m a Class C cyborg and I need repairs on my stabilizer circuits.” Namjoon tried to hide his shock.