"I am impressed. Five and Eight hasn't seen each other for 17 years yet they still share the same braincells." He sighed.
"What do you know about the end of the world?" The Boy raised an eyebrow to the teenage girl who's wearing a uniform in front...
"Elliott?" Eight called as two arrived his place. Five walked closer as he observed Elliot's workplace again.
"Oh, you two are back, want something to eat?" Elliott softly gasped as he saw Eight and Five but the two ignored him. "Elliott, did you develop these photos yourself?" Five asked as he looked at his siblings's photos through a magnifier. "Of course. Can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood Fotomat, governments has eyes everywhere." Elliott explained.
"I agree..." Eight mumbled.
"I didn't see a darkroom." Five turned to him as he grabbed the tape from his pocket again. "Yeah, I converted the hallway closet." He replied.
Eight grabbed a pen nearby and handed it to Five which he replied to mumbling 'Thank you' while smiling at her. He scribbled the date of the footage.
"Hey, can you develop this?" Eight called, "Hmm?" Five walked closer and handed showed him the tape.
"Huh. 'Frankel Footage'. Friends of yours?" He asked as Five sighed, "Cousins on my robot mother's side." Five replied which caused Elliot to glanced at Eight who just gave him a sweet smile, "Can you do it or not?"
"Sure I can." He responded. "How long?" Five asked, "Well I mean, I'm running low on acetic acid, Beeker's Cameras is open today, but it's two miles away. I mean, I'd have to take the bus... On the other hand, Gibson's is only ten blocks away but I gotta cut through the park, and there's pigeons-" He continues rambling, "Elliot." Eight called as she crossed her arms.
"It's like five, maybe six hours." Elliott replied as a man on a radio caught their attention.
"The hell is a coode 3-15?" Five asked as Eight walked closer at the radio. "Fugitives on the run." Eight increased the volume as Five walked beside her.
Five and Eight looked at each other, "Oh, Diego..." They said in unison.
"Who's Diego?" Elliott asked, "Imagine Batman, then aim lower." Eight responded, "You get started on that film..." Five spoke as he grabbed Eight's wrist.
"We'll be back as soon as we can."
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"I am not trying to be a hero, okay?"
"Then why are you doing this?"
"Because he is an idiot." The girl speaking jumped from the seat as Five and Eight showed up in the back of their car.
