𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮- 𝒦𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓈 𝐵𝒶𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Chapter 10

It had been four months. 

Four.

Whole.

Torturous. 

Months. 

Wait. Maybe it was five months? 

Anyway, it had been a painfully long time since Y/N had last seen the Baudelaires or the Quagmires. What had she been doing in the meantime? Training. 

On the day she had been pulled out from Prufrock Prep and gotten home, she had stayed up the entire night reading the Incomplete History of Secret Organizations. This continued for the entirety of that week. After completing the book, her parents quizzed her on it. She answered every question quickly and passionately. She did not want to lose this opportunity. Her parents were beyond impressed when she got everything right. 

Great, the theory part was done. Now came the practical part of being a spy. 

She had been made to do numerous amounts of training courses, such as:

-Stealth training

-Deciphering cyphers

-Harpoon gun firing course.

-And many more.

However, spy training did not excuse her from normal school. Her parents had been home-schooling her. Regular school began in the morning and ended in the afternoon. Math was a subject she could do without. Why couldn't "x" go find itself? 

Spy training started in the evening after an hour-long break from regular schooling. She looked forward to spy training. 

Y/N dedicated her time at the end of every day to finding out the location of the Quagmires. However, her search had been fruitless. She longed to hear Duncan's laugh and Isadora droning on about poems. 

But today, we join Y/N as she flops down on her bed. 

A knock was heard on her door. It was her mother. She could just tell by the sound of her footsteps.

"Y/N, dear? Join your father and me in the living room in 10 minutes, there's something we need to discuss."

"Yes, Ma!" 

Y/N sighed and reached out to her bedside drawer. She grabbed a newspaper that came out months ago, it showed the Baudelaire Siblings with Esmé Squalor, the sixth most important financial advisor in the city. It also showed "Gunther" who was actually Count Olaf, she could see it clear as day.  That was the last she'd heard of them. She hoped that Gunther was exposed (the city-wide manhunt seemed to be going nowhere) and the Baudelaires could live peacefully.  She stared wistfully at the photo in the newspaper. She longed to see the Quagmires and Baudelaires again. 

Another knock echoed through her room. 

"Coming, Mom!" Y/N said as she stuffed the newspaper back in the drawer and hurried out of her room. 

She entered the tidy living room and situated herself on the chocolate-colored sofa. Her parents were seated opposite her on chairs. 

"So what's up?" Y/N enquired casually. 

Y/N's mom spoke first. 

"Y/N, we have some very important news. We've been called to stay at the Hotel Denouement because-"

F/N couldn't keep it in any longer. 

"BECAUSE IT'S A MEETING SUMMONING THE ENTIRE V.F.D. THIS IS YOUR FIRST MISSION OH I'M SO PROUD OF YOU MY LITTLE CHOCOLATE CUPCAKE" F/N said in one breath, inhaling very deeply after he conveyed the statement. 

Y/N's eyes went wide. She jumped up from the couch.

"WHAT?"

"Oh darling, I told you to try not to get her hopes up" M/N spoke. She then turned to face her daughter. 

"Dear, I can't promise that this is a mission exactly, but it's best to be on alert. We've received an invitation from "J.S" whom we can only hope to be Jacques Snicket, a great man. If it isn't, well, we've got a harpoon gun. The meeting will be taking place on Thursday and your father and I wouldn't have brought you along with us if you hadn't proved yourself such a noble and fierce spy. I'm so proud of you, Y/N. However, you still don't have to come if you don't want to. What do you say? Do you volunteer?" 

"I volunteer."

Y/N, extremely thrilled, went over to hug both her parents. 

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" She exclaimed. 

Her parents shared an adoring smile before embracing her back. 

Y/N pulled away from the hug, before smirking and asking: 

"So should we get to packing?" 

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Her parents took hours to pack while she just took minutes, dumping whatever was in her closet into her suitcase. For the journey, she picked out her most comfortable outfit and headed out the entrance door to her house once her parents had finished packing. 

She and her parents got in their family car, before driving away, listening to her father's terrible jokes. 

"Singing in the shower is fun until you get soap in your mouth. Then it becomes a soap opera." F/N said as he wheezed. 

"Get it- Because **wheeze** soap opera **wheeze**"

"Yes, Dad. We get it. Please drive."

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They arrived at the hotel and Y/N gasped as she saw it. It was beautiful. They then entered the palace-looking abode and went to the front desk to receive their key. They were then greeted by the manager. 

Y/N's parents had given a whole debriefing on the very schism that tore V.F.D. apart. One side, causing fires, and the other side, putting them out. They had also told her that there were two managers of the hotel, the Denouement brothers. Frank and Ernest Denouement. Twins. Frank was on Y/N's side of the schism while Ernest was on the other side. 

 "This place is beautiful. It takes great talent to manage a grand hotel like this, but I suppose that it's easier when you're doing it with family. Which one of the Denouement brothers are you?" M/N pried causally. 

"That is a wonderful question. Now here is your family's room key. Enjoy your day. You can leave your luggage here, the concierge will bring it up to your room. However, I can't promise service will be quick, we're unusually short-handed." The manager replied, completely dodging the question. 

Huh. Interesting. 

Nevertheless, Y/N's family dropped their luggage and took the elevator to the floor their room was on: floor number 5. 

They hopped out of the elevator and got situated in their room. It certainly was a nice place. A quaint "Ding!" echoed throughout the room, signalling that the concierge had arrived with their luggage. 

"I'll get it!" Y/N offered. 

She opened the door to find...

Klaus?

A/N: Hey y'all! Long time no see huh 😭. I apologise for not updating for a while, I just lost all motivation😃. I will try to update more frequently tho! I also want to thank you guys for 1.2K reads! It means a lot! And finally, happy new year!!!