Under the Radar (Lance x Reader) -Spy AU

Chapter 7

          "Are my eyes telling my brain what they think they're seeing...?" Lance finally spoke up after a few minutes of staring at the bulletin board. There were 12 headshot pictures total, with 11 faces ex-ed out in red marker. Keith's ID photo from work was staring back at them. The steely gaze and soft scowl he had given the camera on his first day of work peered through into their souls. What could it mean?

"Keith..." (Y/N) muttered. She suddenly felt fear rise up in her chest. Is he safe? Oh God, please tell me he's safe! She thought. She lifted her finger up to her earpiece, but Lance beat her to it.

"Mullet Head, do you copy?" Lance said. Silence. (Y/N)'s heart started to race. What if he went out and was captured or killed? Was he still watching? Why wasn't he answering?! Even Lance was starting to freak. "Keith?! Are you there?"

"Y-Yeah." Keith replied into both of their earpieces. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry. I'm just—" Keith stammered. (Y/N) heard an unfamiliar tone come from Keith's deep and raspy voice—fear.

"I'm going to take a picture of...whatever the hell this is." (Y/N) said. She pulled out her smartphone and took several pictures. "Allura, Coran, got any theories?" Lance asked.

"Not sure. In all of my years of tracking the Galra, I have never heard of a bulletin board hit list." Coran said, just as baffled. "Do you recognize anyone else in the pictures that are ex-ed out?" Allura asked. "Nope." Lance said.

"Wait. (Y/N), step into the closet." Keith spoke up. "I want to take a closer look." (Y/N) walked into the closet and pulled her mini camera up to the bulletin board.

They heard Keith mutter something along the lines of "...oh my god." "What's wrong, Keith?" Allura spoke up. Keith was silent for a moment. His brain running 90 miles an hour. A tear ran down his cheek. "Th-That's my mother." He said. "Which one?" (Y/N) asked.

"Two down, three across. Purple eyes, short hair. It's her. That's my mother." Keith said, his voice cracking. "I...had a feeling that she was—" he started but choked on his words.

"Wait a second...I know her!" Allura cried. "Her name within the group was Krolia. She mysteriously quit the Galra clan, and no one knows of her whereabouts to this day. Ulaz told us about her. Rumor has it that she's a spy."

"A spy? For whom?" Lance asked. Before Allura could answer, the office doorknob started to jiggle. "Someone's coming!" (Y/N) hissed. "We gotta go!"

Lance switched off the light and closed the door. The bookshelf hiding the secret closet slid back into place. (Y/N) ran over to the window, but it wouldn't budge. "It's stuck!" she whisper-yelled. "Quick! Under the desk!" Lance whispered.

The two dove into the crawlspace between the desk's two thick wooden legs. (Y/N) and Lance attempted to morph their bodies with the shape of the desk as best as they could. (Y/N) ended up laying on top of Lance with her arms around his torso, and his hands around her waist.

The two hid just in time as the door to the office door flew open. They heard someone on the phone. "Yes...yes that's right..." "She did not, sir." "Yes sir." "Friday night." "Yes sir. She will be there." "Very well...Vrepit Sa."

(Y/N) laid her head down on Lance's chest and could hear his rapid heart rate. She was so close to his body that the scent of his expensive cologne overwhelmed her nose. She tried her best to fight back the urge to sneeze. Her head was moving up and down with his deep breaths, which made it hard to hear what was going on.

Lance, meanwhile, held his head up, trying to listen as best as he could to what the mysterious man was saying. The man ended his phone call and walked over to the corner opposite of the desk.