Questions | Five Hargreeves • The Umbrella Academy •

Ch. 22

After writing the report, Amura entered The Handler's office and there she saw Five sitting in front of the woman but paid no attention to him.

"Ah! Amura! I'm sure you haven't had lunch yet, you've been writing that report since the last time I saw you." The Handler stated and took the red folder Amura gave her.

Five only eyed the girl who looked like the same age as him.

"Which was 20 minutes ago. No, thank you. I'm quite alright." Amura declined and was about to leave.

"Why don't you take a seat and have some desert? Care for some candy?" The Handler gestured to the bowl right in front of Five while the girl just stared at the older-looking woman.

Thinking about what The Handler was plotting but when she saw the boy chewing as well, she decided to just went on with it and sat down just beside him and ate a candy.

"Five agreed that it tasted like 1950s, don't you agree as well?" The Handler excitedly asked.

The brunette nodded, "Our clever metaphysics division concocted a way to perfectly distill an entire decade into a single candy. This one's modeled after the Fudge Mutt, America's favorite in 1955." The blond woman started to rant.

"Remarkable." Five merely commented.

"Amusing." Amura commented as well.

"You'll be happy to know it's the very division that's building your new body. Oh, that reminds me. I have something for the both of you." The Handler stated and called through her office telephone.

"Carla? Would you bring the box in, please?" She asked on the other line and waited for the box to arrive which wasn't that long of a wait.

"Go ahead. Open it." The two young-looking adults stood up and looked at each other before opening it.

"Clothes make the man, and the woman." The Handler stated when the two saw the suits inside the box.

"Won't it be nice when you can actually wear it? Very soon, I assure you. They're perfecting your bodies as we speak."

"Thank you. It's a very kind gift." Five stated, not that really expressive with how grateful he was.

"Yeah, greater than your gift on my 18th." Amura eyed the black suit.

"I thought you liked that cute notebook."

"I'm not a kid, what I wanted was a Benelli Black Eagle, 1991." Amura looked at her with cold eyes, she only chuckled at the little girl.

The boy looked around while the two converse, "Is that a Chinese flamethrower?" Five asked earning the two ladies' attention.

"Good eye." The Handler complimented while the kid approached it.

"War. Such a fascinating concept. A temporary salve for a permanent human flaw."

"I see that you're still collecting, despite it being forbidden." The girl gave her a judging look.

As the older woman chuckled and approached Five.

"It's more fun that way, Amura." She said and took the grenade.

"M26 grenades from the Vietnam War."

"And this, the most noteworthy, perhaps. My Walther pistol. The very one Hitler used to kill himself." She continued and replaced the grenade with the pistol.

"Feel... how perfectly balanced that is." The Handler said while pointing it as if shooting someone.

"Hm?" She asked and gave it to the boy.