𝕤𝕟𝕠:𝕠𝕫𝕖 | eren x black reader

34| now or never |34

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⭒❃.✮:▹ Don't Press Play ◃:✮.❃⭒

"Eren? Eren, Hello?? Eren! Shit, why the fuck would he turn his ear piece off?" Armin slammed his fist on the desk in frustration and ran his hands through his hair. The red dot on the screen was gone.

Mikasa shrugged turning to fully face him, "Maybe he just wanted to talk to her alone."

"What's he got to say to her that he can't say in front of us?" He leaned back in his chair & folded his arms.

She reassuringly rubbed his shoulder, "Maybe he did it so that he could think without the rest of us shouting our own opinions on what we think he should be saying."

"That's what I think too." Connie chimed in from the floor, "We're all pretty wrapped up in our own emotions...I'm sure we all have things we'd like to say to Gen and different ways that we'd handle it... Eren knows what he's doing."

"Does he..." Jean mumbled.

Sasha cut her eyes at Jean but didn't have the energy to argue nor could she confirm that Eren did in fact know what he was doing. She wasn't even sure of who he was anymore.

Some time passed and Armin & Connie managed to drift off to sleep.

"He's... He's coming! Wake up!" Mikasa slammed her fist into Armin's stomach a few times as his body jolted awake in his chair.

He rubbed his eyes and scooted forward to squint at the tracking light on the computer screen that was suddenly back.

"Did you guys hear any shots?" Armin's eyes followed the dot on the screen, which was now making its way back on the route it came.

Mikasa shook her head, chewing on the inside of her lip as she stared at the screen as well, "He'd use a silencer even if he felt like he had to shoot so there's no way to tell for sure... but I'm pretty sure someone would've heard it. Those surrounding guards would've moved out by now."

"Hmm," Jean tapped his chin, "Unless he was stealthy with whoever he took out inside."

"Is he really that good?" Connie sat up to look at Mikasa, whose eyes were glued to the screen to guarantee his safe return.

"Eren could probably take out a third of the earth's population if he really wanted too." Mikasa confirmed.

"Bullshit, all by himself?" Armin looked over at her as well.

"If something really mattered to him that much... yeah." She didn't know why she was so confident in that statement, but in her gut she knew it was true.

He emerged from the bushes, making eye contact with Jean in the driver's seat as he scrambled to twist the key in the ignition, starting up the van. Eren clicked some keys of his own, flickering the lights of a blacked out Audi R8 and jumping inside, revving the engine to life.

They did their best to keep up with him but Eren always drove like he's got somewhere to be & he's 10 minutes late for it at all times, especially now.

Since he finally switched his ear piece back on as he weaved in and out of traffic on the expressway, Armin felt like it was a good time to catch up.

"Hello? Eren?" Armin grabbed the mic as Mikasa scooted closer to him.

"Yo." his voice flowed out the speakers in the back.

"Yo? What do you mean yo, did she tell you anything??" Jean shouted to the back, "And could you slow down a little bit, this van wasn't made for a fucking Tokyo Drift, Vin Dissel."