𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐈

P. Stump - Friends (part 1)

/president!patrick x criminal!reader. I was bored aaaaand yeah :)/

"And I thought this was America's most highest security system," she smirked, unlocking the code.

Her team, Panic!, were the most wanted criminal masterminds in the whole United States. It was composed of Y/n, Brendon, and Dallon.

"Do have the code?" Brendon said through her earpiece. "Relax, Bren. I have it." she smiled before transferring the database into her USB.

"Well? Where's the president?" Dallon said, loading his gun. She glided her fingers across the touch-screen, locking in to the cameras of the hidden area.

"I see him," she smirked. "He's on his way, Weekes."

"Finally," Dallon smiled before looking through the telescope of his Caliber long range sniper rifle. "Y/n, the doors please." Brendon said, looking at the camera.

She opened the metal door and Brendon slowly ran in.

"He's one good-looking fella," she smiled, zooming in to the President's face. "Too bad he needs to go." Dallon said.

"Okay, lock in position, Dallon." she ordered.

"Sir, Project: Fall Out is ready to go." General Ross said. Patrick looked at the giant robot in front of him, "The future of the country lies within your hands." He whispered, reaching out to touch its hand.

Suddenly, the alarm went off and everything went red. "Sir! You need to evacuate the area! Secure the building!"

Dallon shoots and misses, only scratching Patrick in the cheek. "Fuck! Y/n! Let's move," Brendon shouts and shoots a guard in the leg, earning a hiss from the man.

"Now, Y/n!" Brendon said. Y/n smirked and ran out the room, holding her hand guns in both her hands.

"Who knew this was gonna be fun?" She laughed as guards run towards her direction. "Secure the target!" Dallon hissed

She smirked as she saw Patrick going up the elevator. His eyes dilate at the sight of her. "Found him." She said and pushed a button on her wrist.

"Stay here, Mr. President." Sne guard said as the other locked the metal door. Patrick breathed heavily and there was complete silence.

She suddenly appeared in front of Patrick, the two guards raised their guns and she quickly knocked them out.

"Hey," she smiled. "Y/n, do you have the target?" Dallon said. She rolled her eyes and picked the earpiece out of her ear.

"Hello, Mr. Stump." She bowed.

Patrick just stood there, in his locked office with a criminal. His eyes dilated even more as she flashed him her pearly whites.

"W-what do you want?" He stuttered. She fixed her posture and pulled out a file from her coat, not paying attention to the banging on Patrick's locked door.

"I'm actually here to make some friends," she said, roaming around the room. Looking at pictures of Patrick and his son, Declan.

"F-friends? Are you joking?" Patrick said, not looking away from her. She smiled and handed the file to Patrick, "What if I tell everyone that the "most brave defender" of the country–," Patrick opened the file and his eyes widen "–is actually getting weapons from the enemy?"

There were pictures and data of Patrick purchasing weapons from the rival countries. His breathing hitches and he looks at her, "Where'd you–,"

The banging becomes louder and she looks at Patrick, "Be my friend-slash-source of weapons or I'll put these pictures in every social media format you could imagine." She smiled.

The door was slowly getting knocked out, Patrick looked at her in horror. "Time's ticking, Mr. Stump."

"Alright, friend." He said through gritted teeth. She smiled and took the file, "I'll keep in touch, Mr. Pres" She booped his nose and pushed the button, disappearing in thin air.

She appeared in front of Brendon, "Target got away, retreat." She sighed. Brendon growled and holds her hand, "let's go, Dallon retreat." He said through his earpiece.