𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚄𝙼 ☂ Five Hargreeves

14 ☂ Dirty

☂ Dirty ☂

"Just in time for a nightcap." the woman's voice ringed, the sound of it making Eight madder by seconds as she walked into the hotel room, with Five by her side.

The boy closed the door behind them, while the girl observed the room. She watched the woman whip out 3 cocktail glasses, filling them with beverages, while her other hand was occupied with lighting a cigarette.

"To be clear.. We take out the board, you get us and our family home.." Five's panting voice of uncertainty sounded the room.

"No more doomsday, no more apocalypse. Is that correct?" Eight looked sharply at the lady.

"That's the deal." the handler smiled, her body laying on the bed as she stared at the two teenagers.

"Then we're in." Five stated, his lips forming a thin line, his body radiating doubt and scepticism.

The woman pulled her hand forward, handing a small paper to the boy, who quickly unfolded it, reading letter by letter.

'The Lonely Lodger Inn.
Oshkosh, Wisconsin. 1982'

And that's where the two ex-assassins, the only hopes of the world, the last solutions headed.

To kill the board of directors.

"Let's just hope I still have it in me. I am a tad bit rusty." Eight cracked her neck and fingers as she followed the boy in front of her, walking long steps toward the big building.

The road sides were filled with old cars parked left and right, and people dressed up, heading into the same institutions direction as the teens.

"Yeah, well. The faster we get over with this, the faster we'll be home and on our merry way." Five added, seemingly stressed out.

He opened the door for the girl, and they entered, both of them still in deep thoughts.

"And what then? I'm positive we can get rid of the board, but what about you and me when our family gets rid of us?" Eight wondered, her eyes squinting as she scanned the semi busy lobby.

The boy didn't answer.

"Okay, follow my lead." Five shrugged his shoulder, adjusting his umbrella uniform as he walked towards the polka dressed lady adjusting the preps on the table.

"Aye aye, Captain." Eight whispered to herself, scoffing as she followed the boy.

"Excuse me." He leaned down a bit, trying to catch the woman's attention.

"Uff, da. You snuck up on me there." the woman smiled sweetly. "If you're looking for the cookies, we don't put 'em out until 3:00" she added.

"We can hardly wait." Eight flashed her teets innocently.

"Uh, do you happen to know where the Midwest Soybean Society is meeting?" The boy popped the question, his frame still seemingly on edge with the situation they've found themselves in.

"Sure do. Muskellunge Banquet Room." the kind woman pointed towards the hallway, directing them. "You looking for your mom? She in for the convention?"

Eight, dodging the question, she quickly patted her trousers, in hope to find anything that could distract. She noticed the vending machine on the hallway, so she quickly pulled out a few dollars, asking for change.

"Oh, sure, I'll just look in my purse." the woman stated, taking the paper money from the girl. "Only a nickel and a couple of dimes. Oh! You... are...in... luck, miss." she smiled widely, handing the clattering pennies to the girl.