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The sound of The Handler's heels clicking on the tile floor echoed through the long hallway. She held the thick cancer stick between her lips, letting out the grey smoke.
Y/N stepped into the hallway, covered in blood. She held the suitcase in her hand, almost dragging it on the floor from the lack of energy.
"Ah, Y/N. How lovely to see you. How did it go?" The Handler smiled, looking down slightly at the girl.
She sighed, wiping a bit of blood off of her face. "It went just fine." She stated. "It seems like a hell of a massacre from the looks of it." The Handler looked the girl up and down.
Blood covered the pink outfit she wore, and dripped from her face to her neck. The 27 year old scoffed, "Trust me, it was... " The girl stated.
"Well, ill let you get cleaned up. Meet me in my office in one hour." The Handler let out another puff of smoke continuing to walk down the long hallway.
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The young assassin walked down the hallway to her managers office, brushing the clean pencil skirt down a bit, removing the slight crease.
As she approached the door, she knocked lightly on it. "Come in." The Handler sung. Y/N opened the cold, metal handle of the door.
Inside was The Handler tapping the cigarette on an ash tray, and Five Hargreeves. He sat across from The Handler, glaring at Y/N with his legs crossed over eachother.
"What a lovely sight. Not." Y/N said towards Five, sitting down in the fancy chair beside him. "Ah, see you've gained a few pounds, hm?" Five retorted.
"What, here?" She put her hands to her chest. Five rolled his eyes, and the girl grinned, knowing she won.
"Enough play time, children." The Handler said making Five scoff, and say, "Children." Under his breath. "I~" The Handler blew out a cloud of smoke, "Have a job for you two." She dug the cigarette in the ash tray, putting out the small flame at the end of it.
Y/N rose an eyebrow, "And you want... us to work... together? " The woman questioned, pointing to herself and the man next to her.
The Handler nodded, and grinned mischievously at the two assassins. "When?" Five questioned her, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Tomorrow morning." The Handler lit another cigarette, sticking it between her lips.
Y/N scoffed, "How fun." She said sarcastically. "Dot will give you your folder. Take briefcase number 2 in the morning." She huffed out smoke once more as Y/N and Five walked out of the office.
"Will do." Y/N said, closing the large door. She groaned as she followed Five to the room Dot worked in. "Oh shut up, Y/N." He scoffed. "We havent worked together since the incident." She stated, her eyes going wide at the statement.
"It wasnt that bad." The man said.
Almost a year ago, Five and Y/N were tasked to kill one, singular person. It was Five's first year working at The Commission, and it did not go smoothly. Five ended up killing over 30 people, because they 'got in his way'. It was not a good day.
"You killed like 45 people." She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "They got in my way." He stated. "I get in your way a lot, and you dont kill me." The woman retorted with a smirk.
He shook his head, opening the door for the girl.
As the two walked into the office, Dot's head shot up at the two. She quickly stood up, grabbing the folder. She walked over to them quikly, her heels giving Y/N a slight headache.
"H- Here you go!" She held out the folder, and Y/N jofully grabbed the folder before Five could. He scoffed, "Thank you, Dot." She smiled, walking back out of the office.
"Lets see," She opened the case, slightly leaning it to her side so Five could look with her.
She giggled, "Assassinate J.F.K.." She read it.
"Sounds fun, but you already know the plan." He nudged her arm slightly, "Oh right."
Although Five felt Y/N was aggravating, they had still gotten close over the years. A tight bond. Five told her about his family, and the apocalypse, explaining that he needed to leave before it happened. Soon enough, she opened up to him about how she too wanted to leave. She never liked killing people, nor being held hostage by the Handler.
Ever since The Handler found the girl, before Reginald Hargreeves, she kept her training everyday, making her extremely good in her division.
"Well then, Mr.Hargreeves." She teased, "I will see you in the morning. Try to get some rest, I cant handle you when your grumpy." She rubbed her temple, walking away from him.
He grinned at the woman, and placed his hands into his pockets.
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The atrocious sound of Y/N's alarm clock probably woke up her neighbor. She quickly got herself ready, doing all the necessary for her personal hygiene.
She slipped on the fancy outfit, and her heels, checking herself in the mirror. The black dress and the jacket that matched fit her body well. And the heels... hurt her feet, but you got to do what you got to do. She clipped in a black barrette, pushing the hair out of her face.
She grabbed the case file, and walked out of her apartment.
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"Alright, Five." She stood besides him, with her hand on his shoulder. "Lets get this over with." He clicked open the briefcase, and a blue light quickly engulfed them, making them disappear into thin air.
There they were, Dallas Texas in a bar.
"Why the fuck is it so hot?" Y/N complained to Five, looking over the fence to the Grassy Knoll. "Stop complaining!" He groaned, loading the rifle.
"Ah, you suck." She walked over to him, grabbing the gun. "Do you have the equations right?" She asked. "Yes, Y/N."
"Are you sure? I remember Delores saying that you had them wrong." She retorted. "Y/N, the equations are right." He stated firmly.
"Okay, whatever you say, know-it-all." She rolled her eyes watching him take out Vanya's autobiography, reading the equations. He tapped one multiple times, and looked over to Y/N. "Ready?"
"Hell yea." She smirked, walking over to him.
He looked at her for a few seconds, before getting snapped out of his thoughts. "Do your thing, oldie." She said pushing his head away.
[Currently at the Umbrella Academy]
The siblings watched as a large, blue temporal anomaly formed in the courtyard. "Dont get to close!" Allison warned.
An outline of two people formed in the blue light, making it hiss. "Get behind me." Luther pushed them back, "Yea, behind us." Diego said.
The electricity crackled louder.
The people dropped from the large blue hole, making the thunder die down, as well as the hole. The boy fell atop of the girl, softening his landing.
The siblings walked towards the small boy and girl in front of them. "Does anyone else see little number Five, and a girl or is that just me?"
