𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘| ꜰ. ʜᴀʀɢʀᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ (rewrite)

5| ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

As much as Five would have loved to go straight to the manufacturers of the eyeball, it happened to be 11 p.m. and way past closing time for most places. So, with nowhere else to go, the two of you decided to deal with the eyeball problem tomorrow.

Five went to go visit his favorite sibling Vanya, while you on the other hand had some work issues to resolve. Work, being the Commision, Issues being the Handler and her fun little hobby of lying to you.

~☂︎~

"And here I thought I was the only pathological liar, I knew."

You were standing in the middle of the Handler's office, your hold on time newly gone as you glared at her. The sarcasm came easy, even with the negative effects of time freezing weighing on you.

And to your amusement, your sudden appearance caused the Handler to jump in her chair from shock.

Once she realized it was you, her face morphed into a slightly annoyed smile, "I have no idea what you're talking about, sweetheart."

"Really?" You gritted your teeth, "you hired amateurs to go after Five!"

The Handler pursed her lips, "well, you know how paranoid Five is, if we didn't send anyone after him he would've grown suspicious."

Well, what she was saying made sense, but you were still mad, and for good reason too.

"If you're sending people after Five, then there's no reason to send me in," you pointed out, clearly running out of patience.

And time, you were always running out of time.

"Not true," she shrugged, "I need you to watch Five."

You were in disgusted disbelief with her vague answers. All of these obstacles in the way of your plan were becoming frustrating. And the more you thought about it, the angrier you got.

Everything about this was a waste of time. And it left a bubbling rage of anxiety in your chest, your fingers twitching to strangle the Handler.

But then that twitching became a spark.

Unconsciously, your power started to build in your palm, pulled out by your emotions, sparking between your fingertips like a dangerous firecracker about to blow.

Shit.

You caught yourself just in time, taking a deep breath, you started to lock away the anger.
Not again, never again.

There was a curious expression on the Handler's face, and you realized that she was paying a little too much attention to you. Crap.

"Alright, fine," you conceded, "you know best."

~☂︎~

After you're done talking with the Handler, you set your briefcase to the morning after you left. Who needed sleep when there were torturous futures that haunted you every time you closed your eyes?

Once you dropped down to 2019, you immediately headed for the address Five gave you earlier. The building itself was a basic office tower that you'd find anywhere in this city. What was more interesting was the fact that Five was waiting for you outside. You didn't know how long he was waiting, but the fact that he had waited at all instead of leaving you behind was weird.

Five barely spared you a glance before he walked up the steps, "come on."

How he had somehow managed to find the exact address and floor number of the manufacturer was beyond you, but you supposed even Five could be competent sometimes.