ϟ Train station

@Choi Seunghyun Se7en's foot soldiers raided the city brick by brick attempting to find a lead on who may have the suspect to acquire his valuable products. He found himself pacing the balcony of his office looking down at the cityscape below. He pressed the cigar to his lips and inhale a lung full before once again expelling the toxin into the air. The walls of pressure began to tighten their vice up as only the pressing questions rummaged through his mind. 'where the hell was his drugs? How the has his money? And perhaps the most pressing question of all. What if this business transaction when even more wrong than he'd originally thought. For if his money was not with the leader of the skull kings. Then who the hell has it? This could lead to an all-out war if this situation was rectified and soon.

It was almost as if someone queued the dinner bell the leader's private pondering was over when a soldier intruded with a phone. "I'd been expecting to hear from you," Se7en spoke into the line. "What no...Of course, we made the drop on the train. It's your man that screwed us, where the hell are my narcotics, Jean Luc? If that's so then why the hell are they not in my possession? all this planning and what I have to show for this incompetency is a suitcase of bull cosmetics? What do you mean you don't have the money either?!" The young prince brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose and began to close his eyes. A large breath coursed in and out of him attempting to wrap his mind around the situation.
"Alright! Enough!" He snapped into the phone line. "Meet me tonight at club hell. 10 pm tonight, sharp." With though final words the line went dead.

"Find out where my money is."

@Choi Dongwook "Yeah, I'm here. I just walked into the lobby." Seunghyun spoke with his assistant on the phone as he walked into his client's office building where they would hold his meeting. "Ninth floor. Got it. I'm in the elevator but I'll be there in three minutes.... I don't know! Just stall okay?" With a short huff, Seunghyun hung up the call after pressing the button. The lift closed and Seunghyun was left alone with his thoughts. Well, whatever cheesy elevator music was flowing through his ears. Eyes stared up at the LED red screen indicating what floor level he was passing. It seemed like it took forever but finally there was that ding and Seunghyun stepped off the lift- suitcase in hand as he walked down the hall.

Before entering the room, he threw away his coffee cup and stood at the front of the long table. Around him were important business men dressed very well in their suit and tie. Next to him was his assistant asking where he has been. "Sorry I'm a bit late, gentlemen. But we can move on now. I won't waste your time. What I have in here-" Seunghyun placed his suitcase on the table and flipped open the locks. "Will change your daily routine forever. I tested it myself and a few of my clients as well. I got raging reviews and-" The cosmetologist opened the suitcase, peered down at it and closed it. What did he just see? He opened it again briefly. This... this is not what he wanted to present. "Excuse me." Seunghyun took the suitcase out to see it fully. "What the ? This can't be happening. No-" Seunghyun had no choice but to re-enter the conference room and apologize to the men around the table. "It appears that I made a mistake. I will not be showing you the products today. I'm deeply sorry."

Well that was bust. Seunghyun left the building feeling completely embarrassed and ashamed but more importantly-- confused. He sat on a bench staring at the suitcase next to him in utter disbelief. However.. Cautiously Seunghyun put the luggage on his lap. Before opening it, he looked around to see if anyone was near him. Eyes were overtook with just wads of bills and what- "Is.. is that what I think it is?" Seunghyun peered into a white bag. ". Oh ." Quickly he closed the case. " me..."

@Choi Seunghyun Se7en shut the door causing the natural light to fade into oblivion. The only light came from the interior illuminated with white and gold light. He reclined back in his chair exhaling a sigh of relief as he sunk into the black leather seats that stretch across the back seat of the Cadillac. Pressing his thumbs to the suitcase to pop it open and claim his skillful awarded narcotics but the satisfied smile he once sported vanished once he discover it was full of nothing but. cosmetic beauty and hair products.

Infuriated screams and a few stings of profanity were throughout the neighborhood. Upon arrival back at his office one after another interrogation and a few responsible bodies dropped in pools of blood the prince concluded one thing. "Find whoever has my drugs or find the who stole my money. I want him here in this warehouse alive. If you fail to find him you'll be next in the pile of can't who can't follow instructions." He pointed to the pile of corpses. "Find him and find him now."

@Choi Dongwook On his phone making plans for the rest of his week on the calendar and with his suitcase his other hand filled with papers and samples of product he is going to present to the company occupied it. The train was rather packed then he was used too but he couldn't be bothered taking a cab to the hotel. Just getting a hold of one wasted his time. Seunghyun stood stright but his weight was shifted to a foot while his arm hugged the train pool- suitcase next to his feet and free hand in his pocket. Next to him was a male with the same looking suitcase but Seunghyun didn't pay much attention to it as he was wrapped in different messages flying to at him. Then a phone call hooked into the wireless headphones preched in his ear. When the train arrived to his desination, Seunghyun picked up the suitcase next to his foot and stepped off the train.

@Choi Seunghyun The Young master waited in the oblivion of the darkness within the luxurious SVU. Se7en reclined back with a bottling adult beverage in hand watching the entry of the Seoul station. Though his posture stated the purity of his patience his in workings remained on edge hoping the drop would go smoothly. Really how ing long did it take to exchange products anyways? His fingers drummed lightly as he exhaled a long breath then straighten his posture when a man approached with a large suitcase identical to the one he had just previously given the work. "Everything went smooth." The man stated passing the suitcase to his master completely ignorant to the fact that the proper suitcase with 500k was in the most unlikely of hands.