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𝟹𝟽. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚂𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙱𝙾𝙰𝚁𝙳

𝚃𝚘: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙿𝟻𝟷𝟹𝟾𝟸𝟻𝙷
𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎: 𝟶𝟿𝟸𝟺𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚈-𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚂𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙱𝙾𝙰𝚁𝙳

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Diego sneaked out from the orientation he was supposed to be and looked for the Infinite Switchboard. He found the room and entered it without anyone noticing. He looked around and found multiple small screens, buttons, cords, and switches. "Bingo, the Infinite Switchboard."

He sat down in one chair and looked around. "Alright." He breathed as he popped his knuckles. "How hard can this be?"

Diego turned to his left and grabbed a cord, inserting it into a random hole. He plugged another one until the last one zapped him causing him to shout in pain. Although he didn't know what to do, the Infinite Switchboard activated.

He winced in pain until he felt a hand on his shoulder causing him to quickly turn around and threatened the person with his knife. Herb yelled in fear. "Oh! Please don't hurt me."

"Who the hell are you?" Diego asked.

"I'm Herb. I'm an analyst."

"I'm Diego. I have a knife."

Herb's breathing trembled. "Yes, I can see." He gulped as he looked down at the sharp knife. "It's very shiny."

Diego stared at him for a while before pulling his knife away from the man. Herb inhaled sharply and sighed in relief. Diego nodded at him. "Breathe."

Herb grinned. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Hargreeves."

"You know me?"

"Everybody knows you. I mean, you're Number Two. You're a legend!"

Diego held his head high proudly and slightly smirked. "Really?"

"Mr. Hargreeves, you can't be here."

"Herb, is that any way to talk to a legend?"

Herb shut his mouth close and shook his head. Diego glanced at the Infinite Switchboard. "You know how to work this puppy?" Herb nodded. "I'm certified to operate the ISB, yes."

"Good. I need you to look up the date: November 22, 1963, the assassination of John F. Kennedy."

Herb immediately shook his head. "Unauthorized use of the Infinite Switchboard is a clear violation of company protocol 67D—"

Diego shook his head. "Don't be such a tight-ass."

Herb huffed. "You don't understand." He replied. "There's been a coup ďétat."

"What's that? Cadillac?"

"No." Herb stared at Diego in disbelief before sighing. "The Handler has taken over the Commission. The whole place has gone to heck in a handbasket, and people are disappearing. She even got Red and controlled her—"