Y/NS pov:
I sat at the table, opposite my former employer five hargreeves, and his brother. he glared at me, I glared back. luther looking at us in confusion.
"Five" I said as I stared into his eyes, refusing to look away. "y/n" he stated. "you have something of mine" he said, "which you won't be getting back" I responded straight away. he is so predictable.
"just give us the briefcase, and no one will get hurt" he said again, I laughed, "you think you can hurt me?" I asked, amused.
"you're a real bitch, you know that?" he started "you're gonna wake up one day and have no idea who you are." he glared.
I clenched my fists "coming from the guy screaming 'the apocalypse is coming!'...'I don't wanna be apart of the commission anymore'" I mocked "standing there I'm a fucking commission suit. carrying that briefcase all over the timelines!" I yelled.
he went quiet as his brother looked shocked "you wanna know the real difference between us?" I asked "I know who I am. I kick ass at the commission and I fucking love it. But who the fuck are you?" I said seriously.
he glared, not knowing what to say. "You wanted a war, now you've got one. I am going to murder you and your whole family, and when I do...I am going to enjoy every single second of it." I got up and left the table, making sure to flip them off while I left the bar with the briefcase in my hand.
"who was that?" Luther asked as he looked beside him at five. five didn't say anything for a few seconds. he stared at the seat y/n used to be sitting at.
he looked up at luther "my wife" he spoke before looking down again.
