A Queen fit for a King - (König X Black Reader)

Uninteded Guest (Ch.30)

3rd POV:

The sound of the chopper's propellers roared across the night. The 141 crew armed themselves up as they prepared for action, tonight was the Dinner party. The main objective is to protect the Ambassador and rescue you.

Konig was more about saving you; he couldn't wait to make your abductors suffer but at the same he knew you were strong and won't take shit from anyone no matter what. He just hopes he's not too late.

"Are you sure there's enough supplies over at Seattle, Kate?" Price asked through his microphone.

["Enough our budget would allow us, use it sparingly."]

The call ended and Price walked to his crew while holding a cigar.

"Alright men, we have a visual on the Space Needle ahead. The chopper will land us there within 20 mins, so be ready." he instructed.

"Laswell reported that there are at least 62 wolves and more heading to the Needle as well. We don't know if the ammo we have will be enough. " Gaz added.

"Then We make every bullet count." Soap chimed in as he loaded his magazine. "If we're lucky, we might be able to take down Makarov as well."

"Makarov won't be involved in this, Johnny." Ghost said "He was simply the messenger for Wolf Spider, he has his own priority."

"Ghost is right, the day we take down Makarov will come but it won't be tonight. Our hands are already full."

Everyone agreed and stuck to the plan but Konig was a bit conflicted; He's always been the type to have his cake and eat it too. Of course, his main focus was finding Y/n above everything else but he would be ashamed of letting the culprit live another day. Unknowing to him, Horangi has been noticing his moody behavior.

"Hey...don't worry, we'll find her." He whispered to his 6'10 friend.

The Austrian snapped his eyes at Horangi as if he read his mind. The 6'2 soldier just laughed and shook his head.

"Still think I can't read you like a book despite all these years working together?"

Konig knew he couldn't avoid or change the subject this time. Saying that he wasn't too worried about you is a damn lie and he knew it. He let out a low chuckle realizing he's been caught red-handed. It was a bittersweet moment between the two that was interrupted by rapid beeping coming from the radar. Price rushed to the cockpit to question the pilot

"What is going on?!"

"There's a foreign object heading our direction, Captain!"

Price looked out the door opening to see an RPG coming towards them.

"Everyone, brace yourselves!" As soon as he said that, the chopper was hit. The damage caused it to spin rapidly as it fell. Ghost opened the sliding doors and looked at the water below.

"Our only option is to jump." He said taking the first leap. Everyone else followed his lead and swim up to shore as the helicopter crashed into the water.

"Well, there goes all of our FUCKING ammo."

"Relax MacTavish, Laswell still has more at the meetup, I'll call her to see to send her troops to give us a ride."

"Or we can just hotwire those cars over..." Konig suggested as he pointed towards a nearby parking lot. Everyone looked at him at his unexpected response.

"That's a better idea in my opinion." Soap praised, walking towards one of the cars.

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The 141 boys were speeding through the highway while being cautious of civilians. Even though the Space Needle was a good few miles away, there was a hefty amount of traffic slowing them down.

Ghost noticed how some cars around them had no license plate, the first red flag. As they were passing across the bridge, those unidentified cars started to surround them.

"Johnny, I need you to hold on tight..."

Soap at Ghost like he lost his mind - poor bastard already had but he knew better than to get into any vehicle with the Lt.

Ghost stomped on the gas pedal, making the car zoom across the bridge. The cars followed and started shooting at his tires. One of them caught next to Ghost's car, causing the lieutenant to make a drastic move.

"Soap, take the wheel!" Before the sergeant could question, Ghost shot back at the enemies next to him, leaving the steering wheel in the passenger's hands.

["Boys, do you copy? We seem to lose you in the rush hour."] Price asked through Soap's mic.

"Uhh...me and Lt. are a bit busy but don't worry about us, we'll catch up...hopefully."

Price looked at Gaz with concern about his teammates left behind but now is not to turn back, not when they're so close to the Needle. At least, Horagni and Konig are still close behind them.

Wolf Spider POV:

It may have taken some dirty work to get this far, but everything was set. I was standing in front of the large structure; an impressive view I will admit but my future headquarters will be bigger than the Eiffel Tower itself.

Of course, I didn't have to wait in line for the elevator when you have men with guns; it's hilarious watching people scattering like roaches. Upon making it to the loupe, I spot the ambassador waiting at a table; only two bodyguards strolling around.

"Cut off the power to the elevator and make sure no one gets in or out." I whispered to Felix, he signaled the other wolves to follow his lead as I made my way towards the unsophisticated official who looked like he was dressed blindfolded.

"Evening, is this seat taken?"

"Oh... yes actually, I'm waiting for some friends to show up."

"Well, I can be a friend, you can call me Rouge." I held my hand out to him as I sat in the chair across from him.

"Well nice to meet you, Rouge...is there anything I can do for you?" He asked a bit nervously. He's never been this close to a woman before, has he?

"Actually, you can." With a snap of my fingers, the lights cut off. The ambassador tries to call his bodyguards only to hear some grunting.

The loupe was filled with panic and confusion until the lights turned back. The ambassador's delayed scream when he found his two guards dead on the floor, made me roll my eyes to the back of my head. And of course, one scream causes attention from the crowd and leads to a whole chaos. My wolves rounded them up at gunpoint, escape was pointless anyways since the elevators were out of order.

"Who the fuck are you?! I'm calling the police-" Before he dialed the number, a throwing knife satisfyingly stabbed his hand and caused him to drop the phone.

He yelled in pain and looked in the direction of the knife projectile to see an assailant in all black with a mask and hoodie on.

"Thomas Scott, I assume, I have some proposals I would like you to hear."

"You crazy bitch, you stabbed my hand! Why would I listen to what you have to say?!"

"Because you'll be the one to determine the faith of everyone in this room." I snapped my fingers again, and my masked attendant grabbed a random man from the crowd and pulled their knife on their neck, threatening to make a slit. The civilian pleaded for his life as his family watched in terror.

"This could be a simple talk where no one in this room gets hurt or killed, if you agree to my terms." I continued.

Thomas took the time to calm his breathing before finally sitting back on his seat, looking down in disappointment. I smiled at his compliance and signaled my attendant to let the man go.

"Now that we settled the dispute, I would like to ask you something."

He looked at me with cold yet confused eyes.

"Have you ever heard about The Ballerina's Shadow?"