Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Meeting

Chaperone: In here. Please be quiet when we walk in; they may be discussing things.

Brooklyn: Aye aye, mister driver.

He twists a knob and opens the door. There's a lot of talking and quite a few people. Some of them look like politicians, while others look more built for fighting.

Unknown: A couple of untrained kids aren't going to help us at all, madam president.

President: I'm sure they can do more than you think them capable of.

Unknown man: Why? Because they were bedridden for four years? That doesn't even begin to make sense.

He's not wrong, but also he is.

Chaperone: Madam president.

She turns to you.

President: There you are. I was beginning to think you weren't going to make it.

The room has fallen silent. All eyes are on you and Brooklyn. Are they sizing you up? You are. You don't see anyone you couldn't take.

You: Wish we didn't.

President: Oh, that's the wrong way to look at it.

Unknown man: They don't even want to be here.

President: That would be enough, Mike.

Chaperone: Mike, you can leave if you want to keep that up.

Mike: Sorry, sir.

President: No need to be harsh, Chaperone.

You: So, you're an ass to everyone.

Chaperone: Guess so.

President: Y/N, Brooklyn, you can call me Amelia since I'm sure calling me president is odd.

You: I didn't think it was odd but sure.

Amelia: Well, let us begin the meeting. If everyone would take a seat.

There's a table on the right side of the room. It's large enough to fit everyone around it. Chaperone sits on your right, Brooklyn on your left, Amelia at the opposite end of the table.

Amelia: Everyone is here because you are involved in the mission to assassinate a highly dangerous terrorist threat. We are working with the Russian government to take him and his associates out. While we don't believe he is the leader, we believe he is the most dangerous.

You: What's his name?

Amelia: Valentin A-

You: The last name doesn't matter.

Brooklyn: What's he look like?

Amelia: We don't have any pictures.

One of her politicians speaks up. An old man who looks like he's decaying.

Unknown man: The Russians have been trying to capture or kill the group for a while. It's a small group of maybe thirty or forty people, but if we let them go unchecked, they will grow. The damage they've caused overseas and here is unacceptable.

Another one speaks. This one is an old woman, but younger than the last.

Unknown woman: The target has been described as a giant by survivors before they passed from their injuries.

Mike: A giant can't survive a bullet to the head.

You: You may not be able to hit your shot. I'm assuming they sent some skilled people after them, or they wouldn't have called for help. If they failed, you could just as easily.

Amelia: That is why you two were brought in. You've had plenty of experience with foes that you shouldn't win against.

You: Well, we won, so clearly we should have.

Mike: Still died.

Chaperone: Mike.

You: I died because I didn't have a choice, dumbass. It was me or me, my wife, and my child.

Amelia: Let's refrain from bringing up their past. I'm sure it's still a bit of a sore spot.

You: Damn right it is. When are you going to let me go see my daughter?

Amelia: As soon as Clementine is awake, and then whenever you are ready after that.

You: Thought so.

Amelia: Is that a problem?

You: No.

Amelia: Good. We will talk further about it when you return. Now, you will be split into two teams—Chaperone and Mike, Brooklyn and Y/N. Brooklyn and Y/N will be in charge of killing the target, Chaperone and Mike, intel gathering. You will all sweep the building.

Chaperone: We'll discuss where we are going in on the way.

Mike: Don't you think these pairings are a little lopsided?

Chaperone: Not at all. I could take them in a fight, they both could take you, so I go with you, and they go together.

You: You're full of shit.

Chaperone: I am not. And no, I will not demonstrate, we don't have time.

You: Pussy.

Amelia: We will be watching from a body cam on Chaperone. Y/N or Brooklyn, one of you should be wearing one as well.

You: No, we don't need it.

Amelia: It is more for us than you.

You: If it restricts my movement at all, I don't need it.

Amelia: Will you at least wear an earpiece.

You: That I can do.

Brooklyn: So, can we eat before we leave. I'm starving.

Amelia: Yes, you may. You'll be leaving in two hours. Be ready.