METAL GUARD DOG ⊳ connor x reader

Ch. XVIII

"Are the lovebirds back?" Vader was sitting on the edge of the backseat, his legs dangling outside the car, elbows rested on his thighs as he smiled at (y/n) and Connor.

"I was worried about him is all." (Y/n) retorted with an amused huff.

Her gaze skipped to Connor, then moved over to Mikolaj.

"Worried? Why exactly?"

"A little trouble with the cops this morning, we got split up." (Y/n) explained hastily with a shake of her head and a convincing smile. She shoved her hands into her pockets.

" 'Trouble with the cops'? Were you out dealing this morning? With him?" Mikolaj furrowed his brows and approached the two of them, head tilted as he stared Connor down.

"Why do you care." (Y/n) retorted on the same snarky tone, and Connor could see her slide her hand into the pocket of her coat. Mikolaj was silenced for a few seconds, his thought process, as well as a sudden revelation (though Connor failed to identify about what precisely) readable off of his expression.

"I care because...that'd mean me and Connor over here have something to settle."

"I'm sorry?" The deviant tilted his head in confusion. "I don't think I can follow."

"Does the alias 'Freya' ring a bell? That's my-"

"Truck spotted, come on!" Pavel shouted from the drivers seat, causing Mikolaj to scoff and stab Connor in the chest with his index finger.

"This conversation is far from over." The boy added before making his way over to the car, followed by both (y/n) and Connor.

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Pavel was driving behind a truck, needle on the speedometer trembling over 60 km/h.

"Alright let's do this. (Y/n), hood, Connor, passenger seat, Vader, stockpiling. I'll do the dirty work." Mikolaj explained with a few hasty words, and all of them, including (y/n) nodded.

Connor was even more confused. What was that supposed to mean?

As if she had read his mind, (y/n) leaned over to him, whispering. "Don't worry, all you have to do is move to the passengers seat once Miko gets out. And hand over whatever I give you to Vader."

That sounded easy enough, Connor concluded, something shiny in the corner of his eye catching his attention. Mikolaj had pulled out a knife and took it between his teeth before opening the window.

He grabbed onto the roof of the car, squeezing his body through the window. As the car was moving. With 60 km/h.

Connor could literally feel his Thirium freeze with what humans called anxiety.

The probability of something going wrong was roughly 70%.

Seconds later, after Connor could only catch a glimpse of Mikolaj's ankle as he pulled himself onto the roof, he heard the metal above him squeak as the boy rose to his feet.

"Now you." Pavel nodded at (y/n). "Connor, here." The chubby boy pointed at the passenger seat.

"Wait—" Connor blurted out as (y/n) also rolled down the window. "Are— What—"

"I've done this before." She smiled and pat the top of his thigh in a almost joking manner. "Trust me."

Connor could only watch as she did the same thing as Mikolaj, lifting herself onto the roof, through the window.

Seconds later, Connor's head whipped towards the hood of the car, where a dangerously loud bang! had resonated.

Mikolaj had jumped onto the hood.

Through the windshield, he saw the boy mouth "closer" to Pavel, then gesture at the truck.

The chubby blond nodded hastily and increased the speed, causing the car's bumper to almost touch the truck's back wheels.

Mikolaj responded with a nod and an okay sign, his jaw clenching around the knife. And before Connor even knew it, he had leapt off the hood of the car, onto the back of the truck. Mikolaj took the knife out of his mouth and forced it between the two doors, moving to open one of them and disappearing inside the truck.

(Y/n) carefully slid down the windshield, her soles squeaking against it as she stopped on the hood.

His thirium pump regulator palpitated, causing  the blue liquid to rush through his body and his muscles to tense.

Probability of injury: 60%

"Connor, passenger seat. Do I really have to repeat myself?" Pavel looked at him through the rearview mirror for just a few seconds before focusing on the road again.

Ignoring his instincts, Connor shook his head no and forced himself between the two front seats, onto the one on the boy's right.

Meanwhile, Mikolaj had opened both back doors of the truck, and held a package with a logo Connor recognized all too well.

Memotran Pieces

Produced by Cyberlife, in Detroit, Michigan.

He threw it at (y/n), who easily caught it before carefully turning around and looking at Connor. Quickly processing what he had to do, the deviant moved to lean his right side out of the window and take the box out of the girl's hands.

Fingers working deftly, he managed to unlock the small box and peeked inside.

A cubical device with three sharp spikes attached to one side. The device that had been lodged into his nape when he had woken up.

Beside it, something black, slim, similar to a...bottle? Connor wanted to open it, yet was interrupted by none other than Vader's deep bass voice.

"Gimme that, big boy." He heard Vader speak up behind him, and complied, handing the package over to the brunet, who took it out of his hands and placed it inside the trunk.

Soon enough, Connor received another box from (y/n), and another.

It continued for a few solid minutes until Vader announced with proud satisfaction that they were all out of stocking space.

Connor had forwarded the message to (y/n), who finally motioned for Mikolaj to stop.

After that, she climbed back onto the roof, and had, only seconds later, swung herself back inside the car, with Vader complaining that she had treaded on his jeans.

"Backseat, Connor." Pavel told Connor, who only scoffed and told him that he was exactly planning on that.

He squeezed through the space between the front seats once again, and sat down between (y/n) and Vader.

Mikolaj had also made it onto the passengers seat in the meantime.

"Holy shit, this was so fun!" He heard (y/n) squeak in excitement and grab Connor's hands, pressing them to her face, more precisely, her cheeks. "My face got so cold because of the wind, feel it!"

The deviant couldn't help but chuckle at her behavior and watch her face get squished between his palms. He had to admit that there was something rather enticing about noticing how plump her lips looked in that moment, and listening to her cheerful giggle. Absolute music to his ears.

"It's good to see you haven't suffered any injuries."