? Broken Strings {A Chaos Theory x Male Reader Story - Ben}

Y/N and Yaz trail behind the truck in the dead of night, Y/N being careful not to drive to close, not wanting to cause any suspicion.

"Why did they mark Bumpy deceased?" Yasmina wonders aloud.

Y/N focuses on the road, Yasmina's words going in one ear and out the other.

"Get closer, Y/N. They're gonna get away." Yaz urges.

"I can't, they'll see us." Y/N huffs, struggling to keep his eye on the truck's lights through the thick fog.

"But if they--"

"Yaz! Can you just let me focus." Y/N grumbles.

"Watch out!" Yasmina points out the front window and Y/N slams on the breaks as the truck comes to a stop in front of them.

"Shh...." Y/N slowly backs away, hiding them in the fog.

The two of them watch carefully as the DPW driver gets out of the truck and moves the large signs blocking off the road out of the way. He looks back at them but doesn't seem to notice them though the clouded fog.

Y/N trails behind him slowly when the man starts the truck back up, remaining extra cautious this time.

"I'm sorry," Yaz sighs, "I'm just... worried about them."

"Don't worry about it, Yaz. Things are really stressful right now. But we're a team." He smiles, "Right?"

"Definitely." Yasmina grins.

"We just have to stay focused and vigilant." Y/N adds, "Focused and vigilante..." He echoes to himself."

He eases on the break as the DPW truck pulls towards some sort of boarding dock, littered with large shipping containers and tall, tin buildings. The woman in the office gives him clearance to pass.

"No way we're getting in there like this." Yaz unbuckles her seatbelt, "We gotta go on foot."

Y/N nods and the two of them slip out of the truck, sneaking around the side behind the DPW truck. They sneak between containers, trying to keep quiet and avoid the plethora of workers surrounding the place.

Y/N pauses a moment, bending down to pick up some fallen tranq darts before picking up the pace to follow Yasmina.

Yaz signals for Y/N to follow as she slips past a door behind a guard. The two of them tiptoe into the tall, echoey building, unsure of what they may find. The storage containers surrounding them are full of hundreds of dinos, maybe more.

"Where could they possibly be taking all of them?" Y/N mutters as he and Yaz slip out of the way, avoiding the flashlight beam of one of the many people patrolling the grounds.

They find themselves turned around, walking in circles through the labyrinth of dinosaurs.

"We've gotta find them before the workers do. Who knows what they'll do to them..." Yaz whispers.

Y/N nods for Yaz to follow him as he maneuvers through the large building. They duck behind barrels of food, carefully trying to avoid getting caught. The tension is high, a patrol officer lingering right by them.

The two of them hold their breath, waiting for him to move along when suddenly, something drops down behind them. Y/N doesn't waste any time considering what it might be. He just whips around, ready to fight.

Only to be completely taken aback to see quite the familiar face. Frazzled, his punch missed, his fist barreling right into a storage container, Yaz covers his mouth before he can yelp in pain.

"Kenji?" Y/N mutters as the guard takes his leave.

"Nice to see you too." Kenji smirks, chuckling quietly.