The Kennedy Fiasco

The Kennedy Fiasco

September 1st, 1963

When he agreed to Five's last minute plan to time travel, Diego had expected that they would go back a year at most and solve it all together. None of these things ended up being true. He landed in a dark alleyway alone, in a place and time completely foreign to him. His siblings were nowhere to be found.

Before he could fully process the situation, cries for help reached his ear and something inside of him activitated. After years of "working" as a vigilante, his need to protect had only gotten stronger. So without looking back or rethinking it, he started running after the man clearly trying to steal a woman's handbag. Diego's hand automatically reached for one of his knives and as soon as he threw it, the knife obeyed his command to go where he wanted it to go. He barely even thought about it. Pinning the man to a pole was easy and retrieving the handbag to hand it back didn't even register as a conscious action. A job well done.

The sound of a TV distracted him though. It was quite boxy, not one of those flatscreen televisions he was used to in 2019. And it broadcasted a face and voice that he only remembered from his history lessons back at the academy. The 35th president of the United States, John F. Kennedy.

As Diego realised what situation he truly found himself in, a thought materialised in his mind. He had been given an opportunity to change history. To make things right. To save a person far more important than a woman with a stolen handbag.

He had the opportunity to save the president.

November 20th, 1963

Five was exhausted and that was putting it mildly.He had failed to save the world in 2019 and now, in 1963, he had to do it all over again. And as the cherry on top, he had to see a face again that he had so desperately hoped to never encounter in his entire life once more.

"Under my leadership, the Commission would sound more like...jazz", the Handler grinned and mimicked the soft rhythm of jazz music. Five was slowly starting to get impatient. He was only staying around in the hope of one clue, one detail that would help him. So far, nothing. Her words didn't make sense.

"What about the board of directors?", he ased, allowing himself to sound cocky.

It was more of a rhetorical question than anything else. Something to get his former employer to reveal what she was planning.

But her response sent a shiver down his spine: "Well, that's where you come in!"

Five knew that tone all too well. He had heard it many times before, when she had confronted him with a job. Another face, another name, another correction in the timeline. Princess Diana of Wales, Josef Stalin, John F. Kennedy, Hindenburg...

"Nope. No, it isn't."

He knew deep down that his response wouldn't change her mind. Not just yet. Just like she knew that he wasn't completely turned off by the offer.

The Handler hummed and stood, making her way around him so he was forced to turn around and look up. Five hated the way he had to look up at every one in this body, it didn't make enforcing his authority any easier.

"In exchange for the assassination of the board...along with the completion of your last failed job...I'm willing to get you and your family out of this timeline and back to 2019, where you belong."

In that moment, Five did his best to not let any emotions slip past his mask. He knew of course what job she was referring to. The one he didn't complete. The last job he worked for the Commission before breaking his contract. Though he knew that another organisation, one he knew all too well, had also been interested in getting the job done, the Commissiom had been the one to complete it. Or at least, they had tried. And now, she wanted him to take off where he had left.