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↳ ❝𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓?❞

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐯. ☂

Over the last few hours, me, Luther, and Five had been running around the city to get a briefcase that appears to be the exact same as the ones from The Commission. Surprisingly we had been successful in our venture, and were now sitting in a car while Luther drove us.

Five somehow sent a letter to Hazel and Cha-Cha to meet them at a specific street to get their briefcase. Only, it wasn't actually their briefcase. Apparently his plan was to get them to contact The Handler, and somehow get a briefcase from her. Now I knew what he meant by 'nearly impossible'.

Once we had arrived at our destination, the vehicle came to a stop as Five unbuckled his seatbelt. I glanced around the area, not sighting any Hazel or Cha-Cha. "Did we get stood up?" I queried, sticking my head through the middle of the two front seats.

Five furrowed his brows, looking back at me. "No. If anything, they're desperate to get their briefcase back. They would at least try. Commission protocol strictly says this is the one thing you absolutely cannot lose. Now, apparently these two are dumbasses and lost it to an even dumber dumbass. Honestly don't know how they did it. But, they definitely wouldn't risk not getting it back."

I processed the information for a moment, "Wait. Did you just call your brother a dumbass? I mean—with reason but still. Be nice." I lightly hit his arm to which he glared at me for.

"Yes, I did. I never said I was a nice person. And hit me again and I will run you over with this car." He gave his signature sarcastic grin, before turning back to the front. Five gave a loud sigh after a while of awkward silence, "You know, I never enjoyed it."

"What?" Luther asked.

"The killing. I mean, I was good at my work and I took pride in it, but it never gave me pleasure. I think it was all those years alone. Solitude can do funny things to the mind." I snorted. Why would anyone but a sociopath take pleasure in killing people? I guess The Commission does that to people.

"Yeah, well I already spent four years on the moon, but that was more than enough. It's the being alone that breaks you. Do you think they'll buy it?" Luther looked down at the makeshift briefcase.

"Well, what I do know is that they're desperate. It's like a cop losing their gun; if The Commission finds out, they'll be in deep shit. Not to mention that they'll be stuck here until they get it back." Five looked around again trying to see if they were here.

"I should hold onto it." Luther grabs the briefcase.

"hm?" Five questions.

"In case they make a move on you."

"Okay, Luther but you should be careful. I mean, I've lived a long life. You're still a young man, you've got your whole life ahead of you. Don't waste it." It was ironic when Five was the one in a younger old body hearing that sentence from him. He sighed contently with a hum, looking out the windshield as another car drove up in front of us.