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⇢ 𝟎𝟏 ˗ˏˋ𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚒𝚖 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 ࿐ྂ

📍LONDON, ENGLAND
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Strolling through the loud and crowded streets of the city of London was already hard enough, but it was even harder for (Y/N) and Layla when they had absolutely no clue of where their missing person could be. Each woman rode on their own motorbike through the city and countless hours seemed to go by without finding any leads.

(Y/N) was starting to give up even if a part inside of her wished that she didn't. She and Layla had already done enough in trying to find Marc, but it all seemed to be hopeless effort until now. She was driving her own motorbike through another street, her eyes busy on the countless buildings to find any sort of clue until she heard Layla beside her press on the break of her motorbike and stop.

The first thing that (Y/N) did was frown and gave Layla a raised eyebrow of confusion since she didn't understand her sudden stop until (Y/N) spotted a man on the ground a few inches close to the motorbike. She was about to get down from her own motorcycle and help the poor man, but that's when she noticed who it was and Layla's sudden gasp.

"Marc?" Layla was the first to speak and look down at him since (Y/N) was still speechless. "Where have you been?"

He removed his hands from his head and with hesitance looked up to the two women that were staring down at him. "(Y/N)?" He muttered in confusion, still having the same accent she'd heard on the phone.

Layla shared a suspicious look with (Y/N), silently telling her to be careful as the latter offered him to ride on the back of her motorcycle since he seemed like he could break down in tears in any given moment. He insisted that his name was Steven, much to (Y/N)'s confusion, and he stared down at her with much unfamiliarity in her eyes.

"What the hell is going on? Is this Steven the latest fake identity for you?" Layla said as she drove besides (Y/N), who had to keep a slow and steady speed because of how 'Steven' grasped onto her body when she sped up. "We figured you were using a coded message when you spoke with (Y/N) on the phone."

"How did you find me?" Steven questioned, his grip on (Y/N)'s shoulders growing tighter.

"I came up with the idea to track your phone," (Y/N) explained. "I thought it was the easiest way to find you and that's what you wanted me to do."

"Right. Yeah."

"You really scared the life out of me, you know? You could've at least given me a sign that you were alive," (Y/N) continued and kept her eyes on the road. "I thought you were dead, or worse, kidnapped. Again."

"I kept reassuring her, 'He's got the suit. He's fine'," Layla proceeded to speak up, flicking her gaze from the road to look back at the bike that (Y/N) and Steven were on. "But then a thought came into mind, 'What if he gets ambushed when he's not wearing it?' or 'What if — "