<Facility>

Joro Spider stood in the heart of the crumbling facility, a sinister smile playing on her lips.

Joro Spider's heart raced as she sprinted through the labyrinthine corridors of the facility. The blaring alarms and distant shouts were a cacophony of chaos, a testament to the turmoil she had unleashed. With each step, her mind raced, calculating the seconds ticking away.

She reached a secured access point, her fingers flying across the keypad. The metallic door hissed open, revealing a hidden chamber containing a sleek, black motorcycle. It was her ticket to freedom, a custom-built marvel designed for swift escapes.

As she revved the engine to life, her gaze fell to the control panel embedded in the handlebars. There, a red button labeled 'Emergency Protocol' beckoned. It was her last resort, a failsafe she hoped she'd never need to use.

With a final glance back at the facility, Joro Spider gunned the engine and shot out into the night, leaving a trail of rubber and echoes of her escape.

The explosion that followed was deafening, a concussive force that sent shockwaves through the structure. Flames and debris roared around her as she made her escape, her lithe form navigating the destruction with almost preternatural grace.

<Seoul, South Korea>

The winding streets of Seoul blurred past as Joro Spider maneuvered through the city, her senses attuned to every potential threat. She knew she couldn't risk being tracked, not with the weight of her failed mission hanging in the balance.

As she navigated the labyrinthine alleys, her thoughts turned to the rendezvous point. It was there that she would meet the mercenaries, Cottonmouth and Black Mamba, her contingency plan in case things went awry.

××××××

Hidden amidst the neon-lit nightlife, Joro Spider's contact waited in the shadows.

The contacts were Cotton Mouth and Black Mamba, two notorious mercenaries from the Serpent Society. 

The Serpent Society are number of villains with snake-themed powers. The Society takes jobs for criminal organizations such as HYDRA, the Maggia, the Kingpin, and A.I.M. This time, they got a job from A.I.M which was the protection and procurement of key asset from one location to another with the help of an A.I.M agent if things went wrong.

Cotton Mouth's imposing frame and distinctive bionic jaw marked him as a force to be reckoned with. Beside him, Black Mamba exuded an air of calculated confidence, her dark eyes gleaming with an enigmatic intensity.

Cottonmouth, his imposing frame concealed by a long trench coat, glanced at his watch with impatience.

"Where is she?" he grumbled, his bionic jaw clicking in irritation.

Just as doubt began to gnaw at them, the distinctive hum of a motorcycle pierced the air. Joro Spider skidded to a stop, her black suit blending seamlessly with the darkness.

Cottonmouth approached her, his presence commanding respect. "Took you long enough. What happened in there?"

Joro Spider's gaze remained steady. "There was a complication. We need to leave, now."

As if on cue, Black Mamba emerged from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Complication? It was a simple mission. What happened Joro?"

"There's no time. We'll discuss it later," Joro Spider's tone brooked no argument.

Cotton Mouth's bionic jaw creaked open in a wicked grin. "Looks like you've stirred up quite the hornet's nest, Joro."

Black Mamba's gaze remained fixed on the facility, her Darkforce manipulation swirling. "We're here to make sure you get out in one piece. A.I.M. would be sorely disappointed if anything happened to you."

With a nod of agreement, Cottonmouth mounted his motorcycle, his imposing presence a silent warning to any who might try to impede their escape. Black Mamba joined Joro Spider on her own sleek bike, her abilities simmering beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed if needed.

The trio melted into the shadows, leaving behind a smoldering ruin. Their escape was a seamless dance of calculated movements, each step a testament to their experience as professionals in the world of covert operations.

As they disappeared into the night, the remnants of the facility continued to burn, a fiery beacon against the dark sky.

<Airport>

The private airstrip loomed ahead, a threshold between South Korea and their ticket to safety. Joro Spider's heart pounded, her focus unyielding. She knew that once they escaped, there would be no turning back.

As they approached, the guards at the checkpoint eyed them with suspicion. Cottonmouth's presence alone was enough to deter any inquiries, his imposing stature a silent warning.

Black Mamba met the gaze of the lead guard, her expression masked in determination. "We're on official business. No questions."

The guard hesitated for a moment, then nodded curtly, allowing them to pass. They were through.

After a few minutes, they reached a lone aircraft.

With a nod of agreement, Joro Spider and Black Mamba boarded the plane, their presence filling the small cabin with an air of tension and anticipation. Cotton Mouth settled into the cockpit, his gloved hands steady on the controls.

The engines roared to life, the aircraft hurtling down the runway before lifting off into the night sky. They were on their way.

<Aircraft>

As the plane soared through the inky blackness, the trio's thoughts were their only companions. The hum of the engines and the rhythmic beat of their hearts filled the cabin.

Cottonmouth broke the silence, his voice gruff with concern. "Alright, Joro, spill it. What went down back there?"

Joro Spider's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, meeting Cottonmouth's gaze. "We had an unexpected situation. Things got complicated, but I managed to handle it."

Black Mamba leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in scrutiny. "An unexpected guest? Who are we talking about, Joro?"

Joro Spider hesitated for a moment, her mind weighing the implications of her next words. Then she explained to the two mercenaries what went on during the mission.

After hearing, Cotton Mouth couldn't help but curse under his breath. Black Mamba was trying her best not to show her anger towards Joro Spider. Meanwhile, Joro Spider completely went silent after explaining.

<Unknown Location>

Hours passed in tense silence, the plane hurtling toward their destination. 

As the first light of dawn broke on the horizon, Cotton Mouth's voice crackled through the intercom. "We're approaching the drop point. Prepare for landing."

The plane descended with practiced precision, touching down on the remote airstrip hidden amidst the rugged terrain. The trio disembarked, their eyes scanning the desolate landscape.

Joro Spider surveyed their surroundings, her instincts honed by years of covert operations. "We're in the middle of nowhere. What's the plan from here?"

Black Mamba's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, her expression resolute. "We lay low, regroup, and await further orders. Our employer will know what to do next."

With a shared nod, they set out into the barren expanse, leaving behind the plane that had carried them to safety.