Inseparable

Chapter Nine

Five, The Handler, and I appeared somewhere that looked 1950's-ishy. I doubled over trying not to vomit, "I hate this." I hissed to Five under my breath as he held out a hand to me. I took it and got up not looking at the Handler's amused expression.

"I've never met anyone quite like you two." She said as we walked. People greeted her as they walked by, "Hazel and Cha-Cha for example, are talented, certently, then of course you Five. But the two of you together would be a spectacular part to the Commision, in any field."

"But the thing is. They can't see the big picture. You two on the other hand, your spunk, your enterprising spirit, well it reminds me of a great deal of myself, if.. I may be so vainglorious." I rolled my eyes at Five from behind her.

"If things work out for you two here, you could potentially make fine successors." 

I tuned out of the convo. Looking around at the people. All wearing suits, black suits. I glanced down the hall seeing a fish in a glass case on someones head, yet there was no head. I stopped walking for a minute and glanced at Five, then when I turned back he was gone. I blinked a couple times, I must be losing my mind, I ran to catch up with Five.

I stared as we walked past a 'Briefcase Room'. I don't know why they can't modify them to be.. Less sickening.

I looked in the window briefcases and gasmasks, lovely. I touched the window and felt a horrible jolt, visions of where all of those briefcases had been, I groaned and took my hand off the window, trying to get the images of people getting murdered by these assasins out of my head. I started walking again quickly, catching up with the Handler and Five.

We stopped and looked into a long room of 'case managers'. The Handler was still babbling on but I blocked it out.

I snapped out of it when we walked into a room with lots of tubes and an old lady pushing a card of cylinders. 

"Any queries so far." She asked Five then turned to me, I shook my head frowning, my eyes glinting as I tried to control all of my smart-ass comments.

"Yeah." Five says, I turn toward him to listen, "Who was the case manager handling me?"

"Ah." She says with a small nod, then caresses his face, I stiffen slightly, biting the inside of my cheek, trying hard not to murder her here and now, "You mean the apocalypse."

We walk out of the tube room and go to a smaller room with lots of desks. In the middle I spot a slightly bigger one with two chairs, the name tag reading 'Mr. Five And Ms. Eight.

The Handler walks us down to a desk right behind ours, "Five, Y/n, meet Dot."

"Oh hi." She says with a bright smile.

"Dot is responsible for all apocalypse matters." She says putting a hand on Dot's shoulder, "In fact, it was dot here that flagged your appearance in 2019." 

"No hard feelings." She says with another smile, I feel the smallest smile creep on my face, hopefully she's not as.. Creepy.. as the Handler.

"Well you certainly put us through the ringer."  The Handler says, taking her hand off Dot. 

I give Five a look, 'I'm about to put her through a fucking ringer.' I mentally snarl and a small smile surprisingly appears on his face for a second.

"Outsmarting two of our so-called best temporal assassins." She then puts a hand on Five and then me, "If that doesn't spell leadership material!" She says way to loudly, I glare, hard at her, wanting to crawl in a hole and die as everyone turns around and the room goes silent.

"..I just don't know." She takes her hands off us and walks to the desk in front of Dot, "I suspect.. You two like a challenge." I shrug not really caring to much, I start to feel drowsy.