Chapter 8: The Mole

                                    

                                          
Y/N POV
                          
Y/n:"You haven't thought this far, huh?"
                          
Because they got me, but now what?
                          
Harrison was driving this SUV and I was put into the passenger seat. I was leaning against the door, facing sideways at him, but I was talking to Thomas.
                          
Thomas:"How's your arm?"
                          
Y/n:"Fine," I shrug, "But now what?"
                          
Thomas:"I don't know yet. You're doing my head in."
                          
Y/n:"Me?" I laugh sarcastically, "My life was so peaceful before I met you guys."
                          
It was silent and I couldn't quite read anyone.
                          
I was technically a "prisoner," but I didn't really feel like it, and I didn't think they did either, so we were all a little conflicted on our thoughts and feelings.
                          
When we get to the HQ, we're sitting in the office-
                          
Y/n:"What? No prison cell or something that you're going to keep me in, or are those just in movies?"
                          
Was I purposely trying to annoy Thomas? Maybe.
                          
Thomas:"You're going to be the doctor for the HQ,"  he says, ignoring my stupid, sarcastic question.
                          
Y/n:"Isn't your other doctor back?"
                          
Thomas:"I paid her off well. She decided to leave this whole thing behind for her new family."
                          
Y/n:"I told you I'm not working for you."
                          
Thomas:"You don't really have a choice, doc."
                          
Y/n:"Or what, Thomas? You're going to kill me?"
                          
He just looks at me intently for a little while.
                          
Thomas:"No... But perhaps the ones you love."
                          
Y/n:"Then jokes on you, I have no one. And if you really wanted to do that, you would've killed Jake."
                          
Thomas:"So you're some kind of agent?"
                          
Y/n:"I never said that."
                          
Thomas:"You have some pretty strong ties."
                          
Y/n:"So do you, but I'm not accusing you of that."
                          
Thomas:"Because you know who I am."
                          
Y/n:"Do I? You know I helped you, in multiple ways."
                          
Because not only did I help them as a doctor, but I went on missions with them at one point.
                          
Thomas:"It could've all just been a ploy. Perhaps you gain our trust, get some intel."
                          
Y/n:"I killed people for you," I say bitterly.
                          
Thomas:"Bad people, doc, that deserved it... And even so, my argument stands. Do what you have to in order to gain my trust, no?"
                          
Y/n:"Let's not forget that you're the one who came into my life. I had no intention of ever meeting you-"
                          
Thomas:"You have patients," he cuts me off.
                          
Y/n:"I said I'm not-"
                          
Thomas:"But you're not just going to let them die, are you, doc? That'll be on you."
                          
With that, he stands and heads for the door.
                          
Y/n:"Fine, but you know I'm right," he pauses, "If you never came into my hospital, we wouldn't be here... And I was perfectly fine without you in my life."