Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

I Don't Like Plans

Brooklyn

Officer: Had he done this before?

Me: No.

Officer: Has he shown any signs of wanting to do this before?

Me: No.

I'm lying. He's killed before. Technically, he hasn't. But in our minds, it was all real. The man he slit the throat of died before anyone could get to him.

Officer: Does he suffer from any mental health issues?

Me: No.

Well, yeah, but... I couldn't tell him about them. He wouldn't believe me if I did.

Officer: I'm sorry that this happened. We'll get him the help he needs.

Me: Thank you.

Fuck you.

They dragged Y/N from the building when they got here. They came in, flaunting their guns to keep him from attacking them. If he didn't know they weren't an enemy and were there to protect people, that wouldn't have helped. He would have dug himself into such a deep hole the only way out would have been for them to kill him. I probably would have been right there beside him.

Grace: How are you doing, Brooklyn?

The officer walks away. His questions were stupid and won't get anything done.

Me: I don't know.

Grace: I didn't know he was capable of that.

You have no idea what he's capable of.

Me: He's been struggling with some stuff at work.

Grace: What do they have him doing?

Me: I can't tell you. It's affected us both pretty badly. That's why we have to have people with us when we go anywhere unless we're alone.

Grace: He's probably not going to be allowed to go anywhere for a while.

Me: I don't know what's going to happen. I should really be going, though.

Grace: Alright. I'll try to stay in contact.

Me: Maybe I'll see you again, but... I wouldn't count on them letting us on any trips again.

Grace: We will one day.

Me: Sure. I'll see ya later.

I walk across the street, past the taped off, blockaded area, and get into the back of the car.

Me: Take me to him.

Chaperone: I can take you there, but they won't let you see him.

Me: Then I'll break him out.

He turns around.

Chaperone: You will not.

Me: I'm not just going to let him rot in prison.

Chaperone: He will not be.

Me: He will if I don't do anything.

Chaperone: You do anything, and you both will rot in prison or the ground.

Me: I'm about two seconds away from kicking your ass, so turn around and take me.

He turns around, but he doesn't stop talking.

Chaperone: You need to trust me. He will be getting out today.

Me: What does that mean?

Chaperone: Exactly what it sounds like.

Me: You have some plan or something? I'm still kinda new to all this, but I don't think they'll just pardon him after he killed someone.

Chaperone: They will not.

Me: Then what?

Chaperone: It's not my place to tell you.

The car door opens next to me, and someone gets in. Right on cue... Another person gets in the passenger seat.

Me: Mrs. President.

President: Please call me Amelia.

She's wearing very casual clothes, a big hat, and some sunglasses. I'm surprised no one has noticed her. It's a shit disguise, but I guess most people don't lookup.

Me: What do you want?

Amelia: You're in my car, sweetie. What do you want?

Me: I want Y/N.

She smiles.

Amelia: Yes, we all do.

Me: We're not doing your dirty work.

Amelia: Would you if he did?

I hesitate. Of course, I would.

Amelia: Thought so. Chaperone, take us over there.

Me: You two know each other?

Amelia: He is one of my top secret service agents. I've tasked him with protected you two.

Me: Great, so you've been watching us.

Amelia: Of course.

Me: I don't really like that.

Amelia: You don't have much of a choice in the matter.

I look away from her and watch the people we drive past.

Me: I'm guessing this is your plan then.

Amelia: Yes.

Me: Were you just here waiting for something like this? There's no way you could have flown over here that quick.

Amelia: I was here. We were planning for you two to be shuttled to me without you knowing and then we would have a talk.

Me: Lovely.

Amelia: If you two had asked to go out today, Chaperone would have brought you to me. But you two stayed in your room.

I can feel my cheeks start to burn.

Amelia: I do have to ask. Are your memories coming back?

Me: No.

I sound like a pouty child that just lied. It's so obvious.

Amelia: Interesting. His?

Me: No.

He might be getting them back.

Amelia: I will be informing Emma and the others at the facility.

Well, there goes that secret. Now I'll have to get chewed out by Emma and explain it to Violet. How am I supposed to explain I slept with Y/N?

Brooklyn: How do you expect to get him out?

Amelia: That's up to him.

Brooklyn: You're not going to tell me the plan?

If the president is here to get him out, I'm sure it'll be fine. She has quite a bit of influence.

Amelia: You're very protective of him. It's best that you don't know.

That worries me a bit.

Brooklyn: Get him killed, and I'll-

Amelia: Be careful what you say. The two in the front seats are to take every threat very seriously.

I glare at her.

Amelia: Messaged received. I promise, nothing should happen to him.

Brooklyn: Should.

Amelia: Plans go wrong sometimes. I'm sure you know that.

Brooklyn: I hate plans.