The Lost and Found Program · Y/n story by @user19749092264

The van rattled over a pothole, jolting everyone inside. It was late afternoon in upstate New York, the sky a bruised purple through the grimy windows. The air smelled like stale fast food, cigarette smoke, and Clarke’s nag champa incense, which was doing its best.

Lorenzo Rossi

from the driver’s seat, eyes fixed on the road The fuel gauge is lying. We are on fumes. Next exit, we stop.

Kenji Takahashi

popping into existence in the middle seat, making Asher jump Boo!

Asher Anderson

Jesus, Kenji! flicks a cigarette butt at him Do that again and I’m throwing your beaded necklaces out the window.

Clarke Williams

twirling a crystal on a string from the passenger seat The universe is telling me we need snacks. And gas. But mostly snacks. Also, Enzo, your tension is, like, polluting the aura back here. Chill.

Nico Graves

quietly from the very back, surrounded by maps and a laptop The next exit has a truck stop. It’s… not the most discreet. But it’s the only one for fifteen miles.

Lorenzo Rossi

It will have to do. Everyone knows the drill. In and out. No scenes.

Kenji Takahashi

grinning But scenes are the best part! That’s, like, Y/n and Ash’s whole brand.

The van’s engine gave a concerning sputter as Lorenzo guided it off the highway. The truck stop was a neon-lit oasis of concrete, buzzing with the sound of idling semis. It was the kind of place that felt watched.

Clarke Williams

unbuckling her seatbelt Okay, team huddle. Ash, you and Y/n are on distraction if we need it. Nico, you’re lookout on the comms. Kenji, you’re our grab-and-go guy for the… essentials. Enzo, you handle the gas and look scary so nobody asks questions.

Lorenzo Rossi

kills the engine, turns in his seat Y/n. You are with me.