Time's on Fire

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☂︎ THIRD PERSON POV ☂︎

Agnes chuckled awkwardly. "Cute kids."

Five stared up at her, widely smiling in a way that some might deem terrifying. Agnes mumbled a quick 'okay' before walking over to the coffee maker and grabbing a bag of coffee grounds.

"Don't remember this place being such a shithole." Five sighed. "We used to come here as kids. Used to sneak out with our brothers and sisters and eat doughnuts till we puked."

Serafina eyed the truck driver carefully.

It was clear he had no idea what Five was talking about, seeing as he looked like a kid.

"Simpler times, huh?"

"Eh. I suppose."

Agnes walked back over to the counter, handing two cups of coffee to Serafina and Five.

"I got theirs." The truck driver said, handing her a bit of cash in exchange for his éclair and their drinks.

"Thanks," Serafina muttered, taking a sip of her coffee.

"You must know your way around the city." Five said after catching the logo on the truck driver's vest.

"I hope so." He responded. "I've been driving it for 20 years."

"Good. I need an address."

After getting the truck driver to write down his desired address on a napkin, Five folded it before safely tucking it away into his blazer pocket.

The truck driver had left, leaving Serafina and him alone at the counter. Just before Serafina could ask Five what exactly they were doing, a dozen men in combat gear walked into the diner, their guns aimed collectively at the two.

"That was fast." Five hummed. "I thought I'd have more time before they found me."

"You're not the only one." Serafina sighed, slowly tracing the rim of her cup. Five spared her a curious glance.

"Okay. So let's all be professional about this, yeah?" The leader of the squad spoke. "Both of you on your feet and come with us. They want to talk."

"I've got nothing to say." Five told him.

"It doesn't have to go this way. You think I want to shoot a kid? Go home with that on my conscience?"

"Well, I wouldn't worry about that." Five sighed, his fingers slowly reaching for the knife before him. Serafina closed her eyes, enjoying the brief moment of silence, as she drank the rest of her coffee. "You won't be going home."

In a flash, Five had grabbed the knife, blinking behind the leader and stabbing the utensil into his neck. Serafina grabbed his gun, shooting above the men. They ducked to avoid the bullets.

Throwing the gun to the side, she grabbed her, now empty, cup and smashed it against the counter. The cup shattered, leaving behind deathly sharp pieces.

Serafina grabbed the biggest of the shards, placing it in between her teeth as she leaned forward onto her hands.

Kicking her legs up, she straightened out her body before locking her legs around the man's neck. She lifted herself onto him, capturing his head between her thighs as she took the glass shard from her mouth and stabbed it into his jugular.

His body fell, Serafina, falling along with him.

"Hey, assholes!" Five yelled from his spot on a table, quickly bringing the attention of the men onto himself.

They all shot at him, allowing Serafina the chance to slink away under a table unnoticed.

Five blinked outside the diner, knocking against the window. One of the men turned, pointing their gun at him. Five saluted him as he blinked out of the way of the bullets.

It was quiet as the men looked for any sign of the two assassins. Five broke a mop in half, grabbing the sharp edge of the wood as he stabbed it into a man's stomach. Taking off his tie, he wrapped it around another man's neck, pulling him down onto one of the tables as he pulled tightly, breaking his neck from the force.

Serafina appeared beside him, grabbing the pencil behind her and stabbing it into the dick of the man beside them. A man aimed his gun at her but was quickly taken care of by Five, who had thrown a plate at his head.

Serafina drew the pencil back, stabbing it into the man's eye. He screamed, his blood coating her hand as she twisted the pencil further into the organ with unchained ferocity.

Five ran past the two remaining men, blinking just in time as the bullets from their guns trailed after him. Five took care of one of the men while Serafina dealt with the other one.

With his back turned to her, she was able to kick the back of his leg, causing him to fall to one knee. Taking a knife from the table beside her, she placed the utensil against the man's throat and drew it across the skin, blood flowing from the wound as his body fell forward onto the ground. She relished in the way his words gurgled incoherently as he choked on his own blood, a shiver running up her spine.

"You handled that rather well." Five said, walking up to her, surveying her work.

"You weren't so bad yourself." She sighed, tossing the bloodied knife back onto the table.

A man, not too far from them, started to gasp.

The two walked over to him.

"You want him?" Five asked Serafina, nodding down at the man.

"You can have this one."

Kneeling, Five grabbed the man's head, quickly snapping it.

While he caught his breath, Serafina picked up the device that lay next to the now-dead man. She checked the screen, instantly recognizing what it was. After all, the two red dots weren't that hard to distinguish as Five and herself.

"Get two knives."

Five rose a brow at her suggestion but understood after she showed him the device's screen. After grabbing two knives, he handed one to Serafina. She took the blade, placing the tip against the exposed skin of her forearm.

Five rolled up his sleeve, following along with her actions.

The two drew the knives down into their skin, making small but sizeable cuts. Placing the blades to the side, they reached into their wounds, searching for the trackers within them.

Five groaned in pain as he pulled his out, glaring at the beeping contraption. Serafina found hers a minute later, handing the tracker to Five as she carefully rolled down her sleeve.

The two walked out of the diner as Five dropped the trackers into a puddle by his feet.