The Art of the Con (???xMReader)

Chapter XII - Close Call

*ding*

The elevator doors opened, revealing an empty car on the second floor. A couple of security guards peeked inside, confused by the empty elevator. Meanwhile, Y/N and the two girls pried open the elevator door on the third floor and scampered inside.

"We're in. En route to his office."

The three stalked through the hallway and approached the office doors. Rosé approached the door and took out her lockpick set.

"Ooh. A G3. Illegal, ain't it?" asked Y/N.

"It gets the job done," she answered simply. She removed a torsion wrench and a rake pick and got to work. Y/N stood lookout, his gaze alternating between Rosé and the empty hallway. Rosé looked up at Jennie. The black hole-like goggle lenses accompanied by black mask covered most of her facial features, looking more like a bug if anything.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like the Winter Soldier?"

"Honey," said Jennie. "Where do you think they got that idea from?"

Y/N rotated around to shush them as he felt an eerie shudder creep up his spine.

Something is not right.

He peered down the hallway, first looking left, then right. Nothing. He pressed his ears against the drywall. A very subtle thudding rhythm vibrated through it.

"Jeongyeon," called Y/N. "Have you checked the security frequencies?"

"No, not yet." Jeongyeon began scrolling through the camera feed. "What's up?"

"I'm not sure. Check the security room for me. There should be ten guards there."

Jeongyeon clicked on the feed for the security room to see activity. Several men shifted in and out of frame, some holding coffee mugs, some walking about aimlessly.

"It's hard to tell. I can't even pinpoint the exact number of guards in the room."

"Haircuts," stated Y/N, hands rubbing his chin. "Try counting the haircuts."

She froze.

"That's actually a good idea."

She quickly pressed her finger against the screen and counted as quickly as she could.

"It looks like there are maybe six guards give or take in the room right now."

"Run the feed. Something's amiss."

Jeongyeon could feel Y/N's anxiety from her side of the audio stream and scrolled faster. She stopped. On the computer frame, two guards are walking through the hallways, casually talking to one another.

"There's a walk-through sweeping top-down an hour early. Why the fu--"

"Playoffs," Y/N muttered. He combed his fingers through his hair. "Today's the NCAA baseball playoffs: Boston Red Sox vs New York Yankees. They're doing their rounds early so they can watch the playoffs."

Jeongyeon peered back into the security room feed, remotely moving the camera. Sure enough, there was a small screen off to the side dedicated to the game; the Red Sox could be seen up to bat.

"We probably got a minute or two until the guards get to where we are. Jeongyeon and I can probably slip past them with Doppelganger," commented V. "What will you do?"

"Do it," Y/N muttered. "We still have time down here to come up with something."

V and Jeongyeon nodded and began to change clothes inside the room.