Y/N pov
"W-we have to tell Lucas. His whole plan is hanging by a thread," Oliver's panicked mumbles are met with my attempt to calm him down. "No," I say firmly, meeting his shocked and freaked-out eyes. "Let's not jump to conclusions just yet. We need to remain calm and assess the situation properly before we make any decisions."
"But how are we going to find out if Nouma saw the information?" Oliver's concern is valid, and I contemplate the best course of action.
"While we were sneaking around the house, we couldn't see Nouma, and she couldn't see us either. But Zack was on the roof, keeping watch. We should talk to him. Maybe he saw something or has additional insights," I suggest, hoping Zack might have valuable information.
"But what if Nouma saw it and is just pretending everything is fine, waiting for the right moment to strike and eliminate anyone who knows too much?" Oliver worries.
"That's a possibility we must consider, but we can't act solely on assumptions. Let's gather more information first," I reply. "If we find concrete evidence that Nouma knows about the plan, we'll have to approach Lucas and the team. We should also discuss the potential risk she poses to us and the mission. But we need to remain level-headed until then."
Oliver takes a deep breath, attempting to regain his composure. "Okay, what's the plan then?"
"We'll talk to Zack first and see if he noticed anything unusual during the encounter with Nouma. Then, we'll search for the information we had on the desk. If any of it is missing, it could be an indication that Nouma saw it. Depending on what we find, we'll determine the next steps and inform Lucas accordingly," I explain, trying to keep a clear mind despite the unsettling situation.
Oliver nods, lost in thought. "I hope we find something that puts our fears to rest."
"Me too," I reply, equally concerned about the potential ramifications of Nouma's actions. "Let's go find Zack and figure this out together."
With urgency in our steps, we raced out of the windmill, my heart pounding as I followed Mama Oliver closely. Oliver seemed to have a plan, and soon enough, we spotted Zack sitting next to Sandy on a stack of wooden boxes, surrounded by medical supplies. Sandy gave us a warm welcome, waving with a big smile.
"Zack, can we talk for a moment?" Oliver wasted no time, concern evident on Zack's usually stoic face. Without a word, they moved away from Sandy, leaving him behind. I shot Sandy an apologetic smile and hurried after the two.
Once we were at a safe distance, Oliver inquired, "What happened after we managed to escape from the house?"
"Nouma was furious," Zack replied, a frown creasing his brow.
"What did she do?" Oliver asked impatiently, clearly eager to get all the details.
"After realizing she only had a piece of cloth in her grasp, she turned around. Then she noticed the open door and fled," Zack explained.
Curious, I interjected in a calm tone, "Couldn't you see what she was doing in the house from the rooftop? Did she have anything in her claw?"
Zack shook his head, "You can't see much from up there, it's almost impossible. As for what she had in her claw, well, she had a spear. But why are you asking me all this?"
Oliver and I exchanged uncertain glances before I admitted in a hushed voice, "We... fucked up."
"What do you mean 'You fucked up'? What did you leave behind?" Zack's composure wavered, and fear flickered in his eyes as he demanded an answer.
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Oliver x Reader || tpn fanfiction
Mystery / ThrillerY/N is an orphan who first lived in Glory Bell but had to Transfer to Grace Field. Life there was a dream in which everyone belonged in one big family. But for Y/N that dream hasn't existed for years. They are smart and need to adapt to these circu...
