Uncharted||Mistaken [Book 2]

Chapter 2 - Shattered

Flashback

Grabbing her food off the counter, (Y/N) makes her way towards the living room. As she sits down, digging her fork in and bringing it to her mouth, there's a sharp knock on the door making her groan in annoyance.

"Coming!" She calls, putting her bowl on the table and standing back up. There's another knock and she rolls her eyes. "Chill out!"

Unlocking it, the door opens and it causes her eyebrows to furry in confusion. "Harry Flynn?" She questions the man and he smirks.

"Hello, sweetheart." His British accent was thick and she motions to him. "What are you - how did you - what?" Harry laughs at her confusion, inviting himself in and she closes the door.

He eyes the handgun lying on the table. "Are you planning a murder?" He asks, indicating to it.

"What? No, it's silenced and I'm planning on going out with it." (Y/N) informs him.

"Where?"

"To the club, I was thinking it would help me get a date." She jokes and he laughs, holding up his hands. "You probably would, (L/N)."

"It's for a job, now what do you want?" She says, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"I don't suppose you know where Nathan is? I heard this was his living address." Flynn asks.

"He left a few days ago. We're supposed to be on vacation, but I've got a job to finish so I'm meeting him there." (Y/N) responds, indicating for him to sit down.

"I have a job for him." He informs her, pulling out papers from his inside jacket pocket. "Maybe you'd like in too. I have yet to find a driver."

"What kind of job?" She queries, her interest getting the better off her and she leans forward. Harry pushes a leaflet towards her where on the front cover read The Istanbul Palace Museum and she scans towards the bottom, shaking her head.

"It's dangerous, Flynn." (Y/N) warns and he chuckles. "Not like that's ever stopped you before." He counters.

"I'm serious. Two people died." She reminds him and he sighs.  "You and Drake are the only two I need. You don't even have to get your hands dirty." Harry tries to persuade her and she stares at him, intrigued.

"What's your plan?"

"We go in through the sewer, putting us in the courtyard. Then we scale the wall -"

"- race across the roof and drop into the hall." She finishes, staring at the map of the museum.

"You really are a thief, (L/N)." He smirks and she rolls her eyes. "It's a pretty obvious way, smartass."

Sighing, (Y/N) looks up at Flynn, who's staring and waiting for another response. "What's this all for?"

Without saying a word, he turns the page with a mischievous glint in his eyes. One thing had been circled in red marker - a Mongolian Oil Lamp.

"That's it? I don't understand?" She laughs, her confusion returning.

Shrugging, Harry packs up the papers, placing them back in his pocket. "Neither do I. That's why I need you and Drake, together."

"Flynn, I can't. I have a job I need to finish and if I don't, it's my head on a silver platter." She states and he shakes his head. "This pays well, (Y/N)."