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The siblings rush up the stairs to the theater, and as they summit the top, Allison shows her brothers a message on her notepad.
"I need to go alone,"
"Allison, I can't let you do that, alright?" Luther shakes his head. "She's beyond reasoning?"
"You hear the music?" Diego asks, "It's started."
"Do you honestly think she's gonna listen? After everything that's happened?"
"We don't have time for this..."
Allison stands her ground in silence.
"Okay."
Allison rushes up the final flight of stairs, making her way into the theater. Once out of earshot, Diego speaks up.
"You're using her as a distraction, aren't you?"
"It'll be our best chance to incapacitate Vanya,"
"Oh,"
"She'll thank us later,"
The men continue onward, leaving Klaus behind to sit and wallow around with Ben and Max, whom they still didn't believe existed.
"The lookout?" Klaus whispers to himself, unable to believe that he was left to wait outside to be a lookout. A lookout for what?
"That's tough." Ben chuckles, sitting on a ledge.
"Can't believe them," Klaus mumbles. "Wanna get a burrito?"
"We can't eat." Ben blinks
Klaus shrugs, leading the pair outside to a burrito truck across the street. Max and Ben listen intently, hearing screams and presumably gunfire. Klaus holds his food, saddened and slightly annoyed.
"I didn't ask for cilantro,"
"Do you hear gunfire?"
"That went from one to ten really quick,"
"I'm serious," Ben mutters, walking over to face the entrance doors to the theater. His suspensions were, in fact, correct.
Klaus looks down the street, seeing one of his kidnappers. "Oh, shit!" He hides behind the front of the truck, burrito still in hand.
Max and Ben on instinct follow his moves.
It was Cha-Cha, walking with a limp, face covered in blood.
"This is it, mofo. Go time, go time!" Klaus whispers.
"What about the active shooting?!" Ben whisper shouts.
"Come on, we're the lookouts!" Klaus sprints across the street, his pals at his side as they rush back into the theater. He throws his burrito, having to ditch it to help save the world.
