Under the Radar (Lance x Reader) -Spy AU

Chapter 13

"Plan B. We waltz through the front door, show people our badges and our search warrant, and hopefully we won't die." Coran said, still a little pissed at Lance's impulsivity. The two sat on a bench across the street from the nightclub. The two eyed the door carefully. To Lance's relief, the two bouncers were fortunately too busy talking to each other and laughing rather than doing their jobs, so they didn't actually see or hear Lance yell out to that kid.

Lance felt a lump in his throat. He really messed up this time. He wanted to just run off, burst into tears, and go home. Home. That was such a foreign word now. Lance hadn't been back to Cuba since he left for college. He enrolled in the DSA when he saw a flyer about it in his dorm room. He was chosen for his language skills, his fitness skills, and his sharpshooting skills, but he never got the chance to go home and tell his parents. The DSA was a sad life for some, as one of the rules was confidentiality. Some agents were legacies, like Pidge, whose parents were agents, and therefore they were agents. Lance envied those people who would work alongside their family members. All he had was himself...and now...(Y/N). He smiled to himself. (Y/N). He never thought that this silly little crush on her would turn into something more...much more. His love for her was the only thing that made him stay in the secret agent business. In fact, she was the only thing that was keeping him...going.

"So, you ready?" Coran asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Lance gave him a fake smile, as he usually did with people. "Ready." He said. The two walked up toward the door.

"Whoa there." The bouncers said, holding out a hand. They both had purple hair. Lance was noticing a pattern with these nightclub workers. "The club doesn't open for another 30 minutes."

"Sorry." the other one said. He was about 3 heads shorter than the taller guy. Lance smiled. "It's fine. Do you mind of we stayed here in line? We want to skip the long line."

"Fine." The taller one said. "Just don't cause any trouble."

The two stood around until it was 8 PM. Lance found himself becoming more and more anxious. Suddenly, he didn't feel as confident as he was before. It seemed as if everything he did was a mistake...like taking up this career was a mistake.

The line behind them grew as men and women were anxious to get inside the club. The bouncers, exactly at 8 PM, pulled back the velvet divider, and let everyone in.

Lance was surprised to see that the music was on full blast, and the Go-Go dancers were already dancing seductively in their skimpy outfits. Normally, Lance would be distracted by the lovely scene before him, and maybe even go dance a little, but today, he really found no motivation to do anything at all.

Coran made a beeline to the bar, with Lance trudging slowly behind him. This time, a woman was behind the bar instead of that guy from a few nights ago. She was a lot taller than your average girl and had short purple hair that stuck out the sides of her head like a 60's retro flip. She smiled at the two politely.

"Hey there! What can I get you gentlemen?" she greeted. Lance let Coran do the talking, because he already had decided that he would mess up again. Coran pulled out his badge. "Interpol. We're here to question a man named Lotor. We have a warrant for his arrest."

The girl blinked. Lance noticed that her hand was trembling slightly, a tall tale sign of a lie...or maybe not, since he was constantly wrong today. He just ignored it and quietly looked at the people dancing in the middle of the neon flashing dance floor.

"Well, I don't know a Lotor, but feel free to look around. I'll let the people in the back know that you guys are with the authorities." She said. She turned around and put a hand up to her ear. There was a small earpiece there that Lance didn't notice from the other workers. Guess he was losing his touch.