"And... they're gone. All right, lads, lady?" Cutter calls and wearily, Nate opens his eyes and looks over to see Sully doing the same. He places a gentle hand on (Y/N), who jolts but then calms at his touch.
She glances over at Cutter, his hands on his knees with a smirk. Sully laughs, hitting Nate's arm and sitting up with a groan. "Oh, God."
"Thought you were gonna put a silencer on that thing?" She questions.
"Darling, you got no sense of drama." Cutter replies, laughing and she rolls her eyes jokingly. "Right."
Cutter helps Sully up. "All that racket is gonna bring the cops any minute."
Nate stands and holds out a hand, gently pulling (Y/N) up and not letting go.
"Let's get the hell outta here." Sully says.
"You coulda pulled a couple of those punches, Cutter." Nate grumbles.
"What d'ya mean? I barely touched you."
"You headbutted me!" Nate exclaims and Cutter shrugs. "All right, all right, I got a little swept up in the moment. You were the one who said 'make it look realistic'." He reminds him.
"Better stay on his good side." Sully jokes.
"All right, Bright Eyes, look sharp." Cutter talks down a radio. "They're coming your way, don't lose 'em."
Nate takes a necklace out his pocket, the ring dangling on the end of it. "Told you they'd take the bait."
"How long do you reckon before they realise this is a fake?" (Y/N) questions.
"Who cares?" He puts the necklace back around his neck. "We finally flushed 'em out."
"Now we just follow them back to their hole." Sully adds. The four walk off and Nate interlocks our fingers, frowning at the older man. "You do realise you make everything sound dirty?"
"I do?"
Laughing, (Y/N) shakes her head and Cutter motions to the three. "Let's get moving." Police sirens suddenly sound in the distance and (Y/N) groans in annoyance. "Shit, the filth."
"This way." Sully points down a tiny alleyway where they could carefully squeeze through. "What?" Cutter holds a face of surprise and fear as he watches him shimmy through.
(Y/N) lets go of Nate's hand and he goes second. Patting Charlie on the back, she points to where Sully and Nate wait, impatiently. "C'mon, big guy, what's the hold up?" She asks.
"Nothing. Yeah, yeah, all right." He mutters to himself. "It'll all be over soon, it'll all be over soon, it'll all be over soon." He repeats, quickly moving through the gap. "Oh, that wasn't too bad." He sighs in relief and (Y/N) follows behind.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Nate says, confused.
"Nothing, I'm fine."
Nate raises an eyebrow and takes the lead this time, heading to a metal fence and vaulting over. The three follow him and he shakes his head. "It's blocked."
He then motions to a circuit box. "Wait, we can get around this way." He says, beginning to climb the pipes.
"Yeah, yeah, right or we could just use a little muscle." Cutter shrugs, kicking open the blocked gates.
"Oh, there's a thought." Nate mumbles, dropping down. Moving on and jumping another fence, Sully sighs at their newest obstacle. "Walls too high."
"Here... lets move this thing." (Y/N) suggests, crouching down it. "I got it." She mutters and Nate stands back, chuckling.
"Put your back into sweetheart, we haven't got all bloody night." Cutter says.
The object hits the wall and she straightens back up to the three laughing. "Yeah, no thanks for the help." She clambers up first and drops down the other side. "Move your lazy asses."
Jogging out onto the street, she turns back to the boys. "Looks like coast is clear."
A white van sits at the side of the street and they approach it, Nate rubbing his head.
"You should be more careful with your head, yknow." Cutter states. Nate pushes him and he lets out a small laugh, the door of the van opening and out stepping Chloe Frazer.
"Evening."
"All right, darling?"
"Looks like hell spit you three back out." She mentions to them, indicating to the fake blood staining their attire.
"Ah, it was a thing of beauty, Chloe." Sully says.
"Went off without a hitch." (Y/N) states, looking down at her dress. ''Glad I never usually wear this, though it was a nice dress.'' She hums and Chloe chuckles, turning to Nate. "You're unusually quiet. What's up your bum?"
"Oh well, Charlie seemed to enjoy himself a little bit too much for my taste." He replies. "Here we go..." Cutter rolls his eyes.
"My ears are still ringing." Nate adds.
"Oh for gods sake."
"Helps if you have something in between." Chloe says. "Looks like I missed out on some fun."
(Y/N) slings an arm around her neck and she laughs. "We can also make a night of it sometime." She jokes.
"It was very, very... cathartic." Cutter adds, smirking.
"Ha, ha, that's funny." Nate tells him, sarcastically.
"You have any trouble?" Sully asks, changing the subject back to the task at hand.
"Nah, easy peasy."
"And you're sure they didn't see you trailing them?" (Y/N) asks, removing her arm.
"Not a chance."
"So, which door is Scary Poppins hiding behind?" Cutter questions, turning to look at the different garage doors.
"Behind that one there -" Chloe points down towards it. "The green one. They drove in ages ago and it's been dark ever since." She informs them, moving towards the back of the van.
"You think they're still in there?" Nate asks her and Chloe opens up the back doors. "Well, I haven't taken my eyes off it." She begins picking up pistols, handing them around to each of them. "And no one's gone in or out."
"Think these are really necessary? I mean, it's not like they're expecting us." Sully states, eyeing the gun.
"Don't underestimate these blokes - they're not messing about." Cutter says, his tone serious.
"Hey, we're just gonna sneak in and sneak out again. Just like that." (Y/N) shrugs and Chloe hands her a holster to hold her gun.
"Yeah, fair enough. But any trouble you shoot first and ask questions later, all right?" Chloe closes the doors shut and the three start a pace ahead as Nate looks at (Y/N), the two near the van.
"Are you cold?"
"No? I'm alright." She replies, confused, attaching the holster to her thigh.
"But are you?"
"No..."
"Work with me here, (Y/N), I'm trying to be a romantic." He says, sighing heavily.
"You're right, I'm so cold, I might as well be a snowman." She pretends to shiver and Nate laughs a sarcastic laugh, shrugging off his blazer jacket and helping put it on.
"Great, now I'm covered in dirt and blood."
"You already were, quit whining."
He wraps an arm around her waist and she smiles, doing the same to him and they slowly walk their way behind the group.