Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 42

The girl couldn't be more impatient, "And give us the briefcase already, will you?" Y/N mimicked with a spiteful look on her face.

"Here." The Handler bent down to pick up the briefcase and handed it to Five, which he took from her as he avoided her gaze, "Per our agreement, this will get the both of you and your siblings back to 2019. You have 90 minutes."

The both of them snapped their heads up to the Handler. 90 minutes? Sure, Y/N had already expected the catch, but only 90? Couldn't it have been 120 minutes at least? She thought to herself.

"You said nothing about a time limit." Number Five recalled. From that moment, he wished he listened to Y/N instead.

Handler looked at her watch as if their situation was a simple thing to do, "Actually, you have 89 minutes and 30 seconds." She timed, "Better hurry."

Five trudged over to her before she left, "This is impossible, okay? My siblings are scattered across the city." He protested. Though Y/N, on the other hand, thought he'd just be wasting time and his breath asking for an extension. They had to find them now.

"Nothing's impossible." Handler remarked, "You proved that this morning when you killed the board." Once again, she lightly tapped on his nose.

The girl couldn't help but scoff at her ridiculousness. But she decided to let go of it. "I need more time." Five pleaded. Knowing that his stubborn siblings can get easily distracted, he wasn't sure if he could get them in time.

"Any more time, people will start asking questions." The Handler explained logically, "The sooner you get home and out of this time period, the better off we'll be, so, ticktock, ticktock."

Y/N was close to punch her in the face, but again, there wasn't a time for it. So she grabbed the boy's hand and pulled him away from glaring at the woman. "We don't have the time, Five. Let's just go." She telepathically said.

With that, Five squeezed her hand back gently as it reduced his stress a bit and blinked into Elliott's compound.

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"I can't believe Elliott's dead." Luther said as he covered the scrawny man's deceased body with a cloth after Diego pulled his knife out of Elliott's chest. "He was a good guy." Diego grieved with his brother, "Deserved better than this."

"Yeah."

Diego looked back at the message below their floor after jumping into a conclusion about the man's death. "Elliott must've been getting too close to the truth." He justified, walking closer by the railings, "It smells like the feds."

Luther was pondered over his theory, although it only made him think it was ridiculous. "What? Are you out of your mind?" He questioned, "Diego, if this was the Federal government, they would take him somewhere and question him." He pointed, "They wouldn't.. do this. No, this is the work of a psychopath."

""Oga Foroga."" Diego read before turning to Luther, "That a name?" He asked.

Spaceboy walked over to wear Diego was standing to read the blood-written phrase below them. ""Oga Foroga."" Surely it meant something, he thought, but it could also be the identity of the scrawny man's killer. "I'll look her up." He said, going over to where the phonebook was.

"Okay.." He flipped the pages until he reached the section he was looking for. To his surprise, there was a person whose last name is Foroga. "Holy shit, I found her." He hollered, pointing out her name with his index finger. Diego looked over towards where he was pointing at as his brother read the name, "Olga Foroga." He scoffed with pride, "That must be her."