Kidnapped by the commission at a young age, due to being a risk to the timeline. The Handler had attempted to kill her once but failed, so to even things out she kept Echo locked up for 43 years. After many babysitters and commission workers looking...
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Echo held tight to the boy as she gazed around at the glaring people lining the room, she rolled her eyes at this. "I don't tattoo children." directed the chimp, stealing back her attention.
"Swell, I'm not here for the ink." Five turned down, "I'm here because you and I have a mutual friend. Sir Reginald Hargreeves."
Pogo sighed, "Whatever he wants, I'm not interested."
"I don't think you undersatnd. I'm one of his children. From another timeline." The serrounding bikers took a step forward at the boy's word, Echo turning to scowl at them.
"Another timeline?" The monkey chuckled through his nose.
"As crazy as it sound, you and I have met before. Back in 1963, when you were a diaper-wearing chimp in dire need of a manicure." Five played with his collar, tugging it down, "I don't know if you remember, but I have a scar to prove it."
"If what you're saying is true, I'd be talking to a man well into his sixties. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've had a very long day." Pogo stuck on his glasses, heading to the back door.
"Pogo, you need to listen to me." Five charge forward, the girl coming with him until the scruffy gang circling them halted their move.
One of them laid a hand on the time traveller shoulder, "Time to go home to Mommy, li'l guys."
"Or what?" Five taunted before spacial-jumping them both out of there. "Shit." He breathed as Pogo zoomed of on his motorbike.
"I could float after, " Echo offered, "But I doubt I'll be fast enough."
"Hey, I need your bike." Five urged to a random male, "It's an emergency."
"Think you have me confused with someone who gives a shit." The male cheeked.
"Give me the bike, or else...." The boy was cut off by the man driving off. "Okay."
Echo gripped onto his shoulders as she knew what was coming, "Oh, God..." Just as she thought, Five jumped them right onto the bike, throwing the owner off. The ginger flew behind him, waiting until there was enough space for her to climb on.
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The red-head didn't remember when exactly, but sometime during the night she had passed out, head on Five's back. "Echo..." And elbow poked at her stomach, she stirred, cuddling in further to the boy, "Echo, sweetie, wake up, we're here."
"Mm..." Echo rubbed her eyes as the motorcycle came to a stop, "What...? Where are we?"
"Pogo's. Now, come on." Five help her off the vehicle, advancing to the trailer with a strange image painted on the front.
"Can I help you?" A woman, who relax in a garden chair, smoking asked.
"Need a word with Pogo."
"Ain't no Pogo here, pumpkin."
"Okay." Five trotted forward before the woman used herself to block him.
"So I suggest you get your ass off my property before I call a truant officer."
"It's okay, Tammy." The monkey's voice assured from inside, "Let the kids in." Flashing her a cocky smirk, the time traveller strode to the trailer. Echo, following, turned round to quickly snatch the light cigarette from the woman, dashing away. The two teens slide down at the table, a gun clocking heard from underneath it as the chimp pointed a weapon at their crouches, "You're either dumb or desperate. Which is it?"
"You tell me." Five slapped his futures-selves slab of skin down on the table.
Pogo sniffed, picking it up for examination, "That looks like my work, but I never did that tattoo." He tossed it back down.
"Not yet, you haven't. I cut it off my one hundred-year-old self."
"Ah, so desperate it is?"
"You would be too if you knew the entire universe were at stake."
"So it's happened." Pogo inhaled sharply, de-clocking the pistol and laying out a book, "Ah, here it is. Look familiar?" He handed it over to Five, who lined the skin up with the doodle on the page perfectly. "Reggie was obsessed with these symbols. It's a Sigel. A symbol thought to have magical powers."
"Dad believed in science, facts. I didn't respect much about the old man, but I respected that. Hoo-ha was not his thing. It's gotta have a rational meaning."
"I don't know, but he referred to it as Project Oblivion."
"This project. I need to know more."
The monkey had served the teens some scotch, the red-head getting another cigarette of Tammy, who she imagine was Pogo's girlfriend. "It was a kamikaze mission. He was preparing the Sparrow children with the expectation they might never return." The chimp taught, "That's why I gave the children those pills, to keep them safe from him."
"Well, my druggie brother just got him sober. Go figure."
"Then Project Oblivion is starting again, and you are all in danger."
All three of them knocked back their drinks. "Then I should probably get that ink. Complete the loop." Five stood, removing his blazer and undoing his tie.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, I don't think destiny cares whether I am or not."
"Bitch is cruel, ain't she?" Tammy handed Pogo over his equipment.
"I want a tattoo!" Echo slammed her glass down.
"You want a tattoo?" Five flashed her a look as he settle on the sofa, Pogo preparing the gun.
"Hell yeah. Tattoos are hot." The ginger slouched beside him, taking a daw for her cig, watching intently, "Can I?"
"Whatever..." The boy rolled his eye, grabbing her hand as the needle touch his exposed chest. Echo observed, nodding her head with a smirk, 'hot' she thought
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A/N: wow, Echo had a whole seven lines this chapter.
I'm so fucking tired, I'm sorry, lol.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading
