Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Junker

Chaperone has been twisting and turning through the streets of the city. Avoiding police cars, probably. Brooklyn said he's actually one of the president's lapdogs, which makes you like him even less than you already did.

Most of the ride has been in silence. You're all watching for anyone coming. If you're caught again, it'll be everyone in the car being arrested this time.

How are you going to get home? There's no way you're driving all the way there. You'd take a plane still, right? But how would you get into the airport? And sure enough, after a bit longer, Chaperone begins to pull up to the airport.

Chaperone: Y/N, lie down with your head away from the front.

You do as your told. You put your head in Brooklyn's lap and face her. She puts her hand on your head and starts playing with your hair. Her other arm is on yours, resting there.

Chaperone: If we play this right, this should go over smoothly. Whatever you brought with you will be retrieved at a later date. Right now, we need to worry about getting you away from here.

It's not like you cared about your belongings anyway. You don't get too attached to anything.

Brooklyn: How do you plan to get us in there?

He doesn't reply. He's already rolling the window down and slowing the car down.

Chaperone: Hi, I'm sorry, but I really need to get to my plane.

Unknown: I can't just let anyone in here, y'know.

Chaperone: Yeah, well, I'm kinda late for work.

Unknown: Sorry.

There's silence and a little rustling.

Chaperone: You see. I kinda need to get in here.

Unknown: Right. Sorry for holding you up.

Chaperone rolls the window up and starts moving forward. You move your face closer to Brooklyn to keep anyone from spotting you through the window.

Brooklyn: Flexing your position.

Chaperone: Works every time.

Brooklyn: Well, now what? This isn't the same airport we arrived at.

Chaperone: We planned for that.

He stops the car.

Chaperone: Y/N, stay close to Brooklyn. If anyone gets close, hide your face.

You: How am I meant to do that without making myself look suspicious?

Chaperone: I'll let you figure that out.

He gets out and opens Brooklyn's door for the two of you. You follow her out and sling an arm over her shoulders.

Brooklyn: Now what?

Chaperone: There's a plane over there.

He points to a hangar on the far side of the airport.

Brooklyn: How do we get over there? I doubt we're allowed to just walk across the runway.

Chaperone: You're correct. We'll take one of those.

He points to a tiny vehicle. It doesn't seem like any planes are taking off at the moment.

Chaperone: The plane will be a lot less luxurious than the one you flew in on. That's what you get for killing someone.

You: That's fine.

He walks without warning, quickly.

Brooklyn: Hey, Y/N.

You: Yeah.

Brooklyn: What did she do?

You: Who?

Brooklyn: The president.

You: She gave me a key to get out.

Brooklyn: For?

You hop on the back of the cart, and Chaperone takes off.

You: I do what she wants me to do.

Brooklyn: You didn't agree to that, really?

You: I did.

Brooklyn: Why?!

You: She told me she'd let me go back in.

Brooklyn: Back... Back into the other world?

You: Yeah. She said she'd let me go see Marina.

Brooklyn: I'm not surprised she pulled that card on you. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

You: I'll do anything to see Marina again.

Brooklyn: I know. So, do you know what we're doing?

You: No, but you're not coming with me.

Brooklyn: Yes, I am.

You: You're not getting anything out of it.

Brooklyn: I don't care. I'm not letting you go alone.

Chaperone: I will be there.

Brooklyn: Oh great, you're coming.

Chaperone: Along with a few others, yes.

Brooklyn: Maybe we should back out, Y/N.

Chaperone: I wouldn't.

Brooklyn: It was a jo-

Chaperone: The president will stop any and all efforts to make sure you can walk free after today. You have no idea how hard it is to cover up a murder and a prison break.

You: You're covering it up?

He stops the cart outside the hangar.

Chaperone: No one will know you were involved. It won't show up on any records or anything. You'll need to stay away from here, of course.

You walk into the hangar through a small door. It's dark inside until Chaperone flips a massive light switch. Another button press, and the doors start to open.

Chaperone: A heavily armored plane that was stored here as a back up a few days ago.

It's an old-looking plane. Not one you'd think a president would fly in.

Chaperone: If anything were to happen while she was here and we couldn't get to Air Force One for whatever reason, she would have flown in this. Since all this happened, it is now yours to fly in.

Brooklyn: Does it even fly?

Chaperone: Why would we put the president in something that doesn't fly?

Brooklyn: I don't know... Looks like a piece of shit.

Chaperone: I can assure you it will get us back in one piece.

You: And you're flying?

Chaperone: Yes.

Brooklyn: Y/N, if we die today-

Chaperone: You're not going to die.