The Hidden - The Umbrella Academy S2

Ep 6 - A Light Supper

Z's POV

"You know, planting her in a psych ward, taking advantage of my simpleton brother, that was smart," Five scoffed, nodding towards Lila.

"Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," The Hander laughed.

Five gave The Handler a confused look. Something clicked in his mind and he made a 'o' shape with his mouth before he shut his mouth.

"She's your..." Five began, before The Handler and I cut him off.

"Daughter,"

Five glared at me but returned his gaze to Lila and The Handler. He was pissed, and I was just ashamed. I never wanted things to go this south.

"Yes. And she's not my only one,"

I didn't understand what she was saying, but she wasn't lying. If Lila was her daughter, who the hell was her other one?

"I am going to enjoy killing you both someday," Lila smirked, glancing between Five and me.

"Lila. Z would you give us a moment, please?" The Handler asked, looking at me and then Lila.

"Yeah. The grown-ups need to talk!" Five emphasized, smirking at me.

Lila walked towards me and grabbed my wrist. She dragged me out of the warehouse, leaving Five alone with The Handler.

Five's POV

The second Lila and Z walked out of the room, I walked up to The Handler and stared her in the eyes.

"What is it you want with Z and me?" I asked.

"So you still care about her?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Do you like jazz?"

"I'd rather lick a cheese grater," I sighed, smiling.

The Handler laughed and spun around. She clicked her heels and I slowly turned around.

"Jazz is like a beautiful woman. Take Z. She's smart, cunning, carefree, and emotional, but also useless. She doesn't just give it to you, she makes you work, doesn't she? I knew she would fall apart the second she had to break your tiny ass heart,"

"Don't talk about her like that. This conversion better be going somewhere, or else, you'll be dead,"

"Under my leadership. The Commission would sound more like...Jazz," The Handler announced, beginning to dance a little bit.

"And what about the board of directors?" I asked, thinking that she forgot about them, but knowing she wasn't an idiot.

"Well, that's where you come in," The Handler laughed, touching the tip of her finger to the tip of my nose.

"Nope. No, it isn't," I uttered, popping the 'p'.

"In exchange for Z's life and a briefcase, I want you to assassinate the board,"

"Z's life? What are you, a psychopath?" I asked.

"She's got a pretty price on her head, and if they find her. Poof. The love of your life is gone," The Handler mimicked an explosion.

"Whose's they?"

"The Swedes,"

"Swedes?

"Yes, Fivey. You just do me a simple favor, and I'll get The Swedes off Z's tail. AND.... Once I'm in charge, I can get all your apocalypse problems to just go away, so you and Z can go on and live a happy life,"