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(Y/N) sat at her desk going over international missing persons reports when she felt a pair of eyes staring at her. She looked up to find her partner, Lance McClain, staring at her with his baby blues as she worked. He was peeking over the cubicle and smiling at her with a goofy look on his face. She frowned. “…what?” she said more annoyed than she intended.
“Nothing. Just admiring the view.” Lance flirted. He walked around the cubicle barrier. (Y/N) rolled her eyes. She looked back down at her work. “If you could admire a different view elsewhere that would really make my day.” She said in a sweet but threatening voice. Lance put his elbows on top of (Y/N)’s computer monitor. “Oooh! My kitten’s got claws! I like your style, Mama.” He cooed, growling like a tiger.
(Y/N) ignored him. He’s been flirting with her ever since she met him. It’s been three years now since (Y/N) and Lance were recruited for the Defense Security Agency in New York City. This was their eighteenth month together as partners, and Lance has pursued her ever since. Not that she hated him or anything, but (Y/N) wished that she and him could just be friends, and not have him see her as one of his conquests.
Before (Y/N) could shoo him away, Shiro, their Captain, walked by. “(L/N). McClain. Conference room.” He said pointing forward. (Y/N) glared at Lance. “Now look what you’ve done.” She scowled. Lance smirked and winked at her as they both walked to the conference room.
The two walked into the room to find Shiro and Keith, the lieutenant, talking about something. Shiro leaned on the long conference room table with his back turned toward the two and Keith was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. His head was down and seemed like he was taking in every word that Shiro was telling him.
“What’s up, Chief?” Lance said casually. (Y/N) elbowed Lance in the side to prevent him from further disrespecting their superior. Fortunately for Lance, Shiro ignored his quip. “We are just waiting on Hunk and Pidge and then I’ll explain what’s going on.”
At that moment, Pidge walked in with a bunch of random objects. Hunk followed behind her with a messenger bag. Pidge placed her pile on the table in front of them, and Hunk closed the door behind them.
“Sorry we’re late.” Pidge said as Hunk helped her put the objects down on the table. “We had to redo a gadget because Hunk here doesn’t know the difference between sulfur dioxide and sulfuric acid!” Hunk shrugged. “Hey, I’m the engineer not the scientist!” He said defensively.
“Anyways, let’s begin.” Keith said with urgency. (Y/N)’s eyes subconsciously wandered to his stupidly handsome face and began to study his movements. She studied how his brows made a V-shape whenever he was upset or impatient. Or the way his violet eyes sparkled even when he was frustrated. Or how his glossy raven hair sat on his shoulders in the shape of a soft mullet. Ah, Keith Kogane. She had quite the crush on him.
“You two are going undercover.” Shiro said as he stood up straight. (Y/N) snapped back to reality when she heard the Captain’s voice. He pressed a button on the projector remote, and then eyed (Y/N) and Lance. “Cool.” Lance said looking at her with a smirk on his face. “Why?” (Y/N) asked. Shiro pressed a button, moving on to the next slide. “We’ve received a tip from an anonymous source who said that Roger Bourne, the billionaire art collector, will be robbed of something of great value.”
“What’s this thing of great value?” (Y/N) asked thinking about what it could be. Keith shrugged. “We don’t know. All we have to go on is a name. Voltron. We aren’t sure if it’s a painting, a statue, or what.” Shiro nodded. “We’ve traced the phone call back to a phone booth near the west bank of the Siene. We think the caller could be referring to something being stolen at the unveiling of Mr. Bourne’s art collection in the Louvre in about a week.”
Shiro pulled out two passports and two plastic cards. He handed one each to Lance and (Y/N). “You two are going undercover as a married couple. Lance, you’re going as Alejandro Valdez, an international art appraiser, and (Y/N) as his wife, Selene Valdez.” Great. (Y/N) thought. More fuel for the fire. She really didn’t want to see Lance’s reaction, so she looked down.
(Y/N) looked at her card and her passport. The card was an American driver’s license with her ID photo from work displayed onto it. The name “Selene Dupont-Valdez” was written in the description. She opened up her passport to find that the same ID photo from work was staring back at her. She really hated her ID photo from work. She groaned inwardly.
Shiro continued. “You two will be staying at the Hotel Riche for as long as needed. We’ve already booked you two a room.” (Y/N) looked up alarmed. “A room? Like…one room?” she blurted out awkwardly. She didn’t mean to say her thoughts out loud. How unprofessional. Lance laughed. “What’s the matter, beautiful? Afraid to get all—” “Lance!” Shiro warned. Lance closed his mouth but kept smirking at (Y/N). (Y/N) kept glaring at him.
“Well, since you two are supposed to be married, you’re going to have to share a room. Otherwise, your covers might be blown.” Shiro crossed his arms. “Is that a problem, (Y/N)?” (Y/N) gulped. She looked at Lance who was clearly trying to play it cool. “N-no. Of course not, Captain.” She said looking down at her black patent leather heels.
Shiro continued. “The first thing that you two will need to do once you get there is to meet up with our liaison from Interpol, Agent Allura Daibazaal, and our client, Roger Bourne. They’ll be around the Moulin Rouge tomorrow tonight at 8 so make sure you go talk to them.” He gestured to Keith. “Keith will be flying you both to Paris and staying with you two. He’ll be working with Allura and Interpol to find any leads.”
(Y/N) looked over at Keith. He gave her a slight but sweet smile. (Y/N) blushed and looked back at Shiro. “Question. W-why don’t we just let Keith go undercover with me, s-since he can fly planes o-of course!” she stuttered. Seeing Keith smile at her caught her off guard. Lance subtly rolled his eyes. “We want someone there to work with the agents at Interpol. We can’t have him be undercover and be working with Interpol at the same time. People will get suspicious.” Shiro responded. (Y/N) sighed at Shiro defeating her with logic. Shiro looked around the room and gestured to Lance who had his hand up.
“Yeah uhhh…why does Keith get to be the pilot? I can do it myself.” He said sassily, glaring at Keith. Keith glared back, “Remember the last time we let you pilot a plane?! It took months for Hunk to repair it!” “I don’t see you trying to fix it, Mullet Head!” Lance lashed out. “Ok, enough!” Shiro yelled. He shook his head. “Honestly, this stupid rivalry between you two is getting old.” (Y/N) watched as Lance and Keith glared at each other in silence. Pidge stood up from her seat, obviously breaking the tension. “Aaaanyway, Hunk and I have some gadgets for you before you go.”
Pidge gestured to the gadget in her hand. “Synchronized watches. Comes in your favorite colors.” She handed (Y/N) the (f/c), Lance the blue, and Keith the red. “Utility belt with laser spray, a gun holster, and grappling hooks, curtesy of Hunk Garret.” (Y/N) grabbed one. “Nice work, Hunk!” Hunk beamed. Pidge pulled out some earpieces. “Regulation earpieces for quick communication with your favorite agents.” She winked at (Y/N), Lance, and Keith while modeling the earpieces.
Pidge grabbed another gadget off the table. “Here are your wedding bands—” “But with a TWIST!” interjected Hunk. He started laughing uncontrollably. Pidge sighed, “Yeah, he was practicing that one. If you twist your wedding band back and forth three times, it becomes a recording device. When activated, we’ll get notified here at HQ.”
Hunk pulled out a little bottle from his messenger bag. “Perfume for the lady, curtesy of the lovely Ms. Katie Holt.” He handed (Y/N) the perfume. “It’s a perfume tracker, in case you need to track anyone…and it smells like flowers!” Hunk pulled out a velvet box from his messenger bag. “Cuff links for the gentleman. They’re super strong suction cups, in case you need to climb stuff.” Lance beamed. “Cool! Well done, Hunk!” Hunk bowed and took a seat.
“Finally! My favorite gadget of all…this!” Pidge said. She held up her hand to reveal…nothing? “Oh whoops, sorry. It’s still in stealth mode.” She pressed the air to reveal an odd shaped object. “Uh, what in the name of cheese is that?” Lance asked, leaning into the object to take a closer look. The object looked like a weird vacuum with a small satellite resting on top of it. On the sides were two sets of earbuds. “This is a stealth surveillance machine.” Pidge said proudly. “This took Hunk eighteen months to create.” “It’s my magnum opus.” Hunk said giving a chef’s kiss and leaning back in his chair. “It allows you to hear a conversation that’s 5000 yards away. It has a cloaking mechanism so that you guys don’t look suspicious. Even the earbuds will become invisible!” Hunk pressed a button and the gadget shriveled up into a little cube. “For carrying purposes.” He said smugly.
“Hunk, buddy, you’re a genius!” Lance exclaimed. He eagerly reached out to grab the cube, but (Y/N) beat him to it. “I’ll hold onto it for now.” Lance frowned. “What, you don’t trust me, beautiful?” he said sounding slightly hurt. “No.” (Y/N) said simply and directly. She put the cube in her utility belt. She heard a “hah!” and turned around to see Keith stifling a laugh.
She smiled and looked down at the ground, hiding her pink cheeks. “Whatever.” Lance said slightly irritated. He turned to Shiro. “Anything else, Captain?” Shiro nodded, “Go home and get packing. I’d pack for about a month or two. Make sure you pack a variety of clothing, just in case you need to relocate to a different country.”
“Aye-Aye, Captain!” Lance said saluting Shiro. (Y/N) rolled her eyes. Keith spoke up. “Meet me back here in two hours. I’ll get the jet ready to go.” (Y/N) nodded. She and Lance headed out toward the door. “Good luck, Mr. and Mrs. Valdez!” Pidge said with a teasing lilt in her voice. (Y/N) heard Hunk and Shiro quietly chuckle.
Lance turned around and winked at both of them, happy that his coworkers shipped him and his girl, but (Y/N) kept looking forward, annoyed by all the shipping.
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Since the moment Lance walked, or ran, into training orientation, he knew he was in for quite the adventure. Having no available space in the DSA’s Miami office, Lance was asked to relocate to New York. He ran all the way from the subway station to the secluded location near Bryant Park, where the DSA training center was located.
He looked around the packed room for an empty chair to sit in. From the way the director and a couple of others were shuffling up front, it looked as if the orientation was going to begin soon. Lance started to panic as the Director started to adjust the microphone. He walked down the center aisle to find an empty aisle chair in the front. He sat down and noticed he was breathing quickly. He was so nervous and worn out.
“Hey.” He heard a female voice say to him. He looked to his left to find a girl looking back at him with her own pair of (e/c) eyes. Her slightly pink plump lips were curled up in the form of a sweet smile. Lance noticed how her (hair length) (h/c) hair reflected many streaks of blonde and red in the light of the florescent lamps of the meeting room. Her cream colored skin lacked any sort of blemish. She was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.
Lance felt his face go red and his mouth involuntarily curl upwards into the goofiest smile. He was immediately smitten. “H-Hi.” He said, not as smoothly as he had intended. (Y/N) smiled bigger. “I’m (Y/N).” She said holding out her small hand. Lance’s blush returned as he took it. He felt the sparks. Did she feel it too? “The name’s Lance.” He said gaining a little bit of his composure back. He could feel his confidence recharging. “Lance…I like that name.” (Y/N) said softly. Lance blushed harder. I’m going to marry that girl. Lance thought to himself.
(Y/N) looked at him curiously. “Are you ok?” she asked switching from her pretty smile to a look of concern. Lovesick Lance was clearly lovesick. “Your face. It’s so red…and you’re panting.” “W-Well, I’m out of breath, because…well…you leave me so breathless.” Lance flirted, getting back onto his element. Astonishingly, (Y/N) didn’t laugh or giggle like Lance wanted her to. She instead raised an eyebrow. “Uh, I saw you run in here. Nice try.” Lance felt his ego pop like a balloon. What? A girl that didn’t giggle at his hilarious pickup line? Unbelievable!
(Y/N) moved to the side. “Oh, this is Keith.” She said gesturing to a guy on the other side of her. Lance decided that he had the most ridiculous hair he’d ever seen; an outdated mullet. He had on a black t-shirt, which showed his muscles prominently, proving he was beefier than Lance. Even his purple eyes were annoying, so rare and so much cooler than Lance’s blue ones. Lance already didn’t like him.
“Hey.” Keith said, without any emotion whatsoever. Lance just lifted his hand off his lap and faked a polite smile, like one he would give one to a coworker he didn’t know very well. He then looked back at (Y/N) who had her back turned on him, talking to Keith.
Lance heard (Y/N) gasp. “Your eyes! They’re purple!” she said. “Yeah. They’ve been like that all my life. It’s a rare defect called Alexandria’s Genesis.” He heard Keith barely reply. “They’re beautiful.” She sighed breathlessly with a hint of flirtation. Lance frowned, waves of jealousy hitting his chest. Already, this Keith guy was stealing this beautiful girl away from him. He decided that he hated this Keith fellow. On that day, he secretly vowed to himself that he would win (Y/N)’s heart, knowing it won’t be that easy.
The Director called for everyone’s attention. “Good morning, all. My name is Iverson, I am the Director for the New York City sector. Welcome to the DSA.” He cleared his throat. “You all are here because you passed our preliminary tests as field agents. Congratulations, I suppose.” (Y/N) made a face. “After your intense DSA field agent two week physical training, you all will be assigned to different sections where agents are needed and based on your strengths.”
Director Iverson motioned for agents to pass around a piece of paper to each aisle seat. Lance passed a piece of paper to (Y/N) and gave her a wink. (Y/N) muttered an awkward, “Thanks,” as she passed the stack of papers along to Keith.
Lance looked down and noticed that it was a contract, talking about how death can and possibly might occur, how the agency is not responsible for damage to persons off of duty, that grave consequences will occur if one breaks the vow of confidentiality, and so on and so forth. He involuntarily furrowed his brows.
“What you see in front of you is a contract stating that you consent to the possible risks of this job and the behavior requirements in order to become an agent of our organization. By signing this document, you agree to all the risks that come with this job, as well as swear to uphold the moral oath that you are all about to take.”
Lance looked down at his feet. The risks were scary, what if he couldn’t come home to his family ever again? What if he died or made someone else die? Was he ready for this? What if he wouldn’t do a good job? He looked over to see (Y/N) and Keith sign their contracts. This was a big decision, but he made it this far. They wouldn’t have chosen him if he wasn’t good enough, right? Lance’s determination rose quickly as he thought of all of the people who would look up to him and find him the hero. He smiled to himself as he signed his contract.
Director Iverson walked out from behind the podium. “Now everyone, please rise and raise your right hand.” The room obeyed. “Do you swear to uphold the Constitution, defend the United States and her allies from evil entities, and protect the citizens of the world, all in the name of justice?” “I swear.” Declared the sea of men and women in the college lecture like room.
Iverson gave a half-smile. “Congratulations, you are now an official agent of the DSA.” He applauded the room, and the new recruits joined in the applause as well. Lance’s claps were especially loud. “You all are now to report to the Office of Recruitment to obtain your schedules for training and tests for the following two weeks. Dismissed.” Iverson concluded.
The three arose from their seats and wandered out into the hallway. “This is going to be great!” Lance cheered. (Y/N) nodded. “Definitely, I’m ready to start my new life.” Keith nodded in agreement. They all agreed that their future, albeit risky, would be brighter together.