-𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟏𝟐𝐓𝐇 hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 woman around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves eccentric billionaire and a...
—𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐀, 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑, were walking towards the Commission.
The Handler spoke up, "I must admit, Number Five and Eight, in all the time that I've been here, I've never met anyone quite like you guys." She smiled, "Hazel and Cha-Cha, for example, are talented, certainly, but they can't see the big picture. Your guy's spunk, your enterprising spirit, well, it reminds me a great deal of myself, if... I may be so vainglorious. If things work out for you two here, you could potentially make a fine successor, Five, Eight."
Daniela walked ahead of the other two and opened the doors, she walked in first to.
"I'd like to discuss the logistics of our family's safety." She heard Five say to The Handler. The three walked up the stairs. "At your earliest convenience. As well as our body replacement."
Daniela was still ahead of the two, listening to their conversation.
"Such chutzpah. It's refreshing, I'll admit. Slow down, Five. All in good time."
A group of people around their 30s and 40s looked at Daniela, "No way!" "Hey, Daniela." "Rodriguez!" "What's up, Number Eight." They all said.
Daniela smiled, "Hey."
The Handler smiled at the scene but continued talking to Five, "In fact, now that you two finally agreed to work with us, we've got all the time in the world. A lot of people kept waving and greeting Number Eight. Five furrowed his eyebrows. The Handler noticed the boy's confused look, "She's a celebrity around here. 16 years, it's gotta mean something. She's everyone's favorite at some point."
