ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ [ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

~•☂•~

Diego walked through the halls of the Commission, looking for the infinite switchboard. He could hear typewritters and phones ringing from the offices.

Eventually, Diego found a door with the words: Infinite Switchboard 2589. Authorised Personnel Only.

Diego looked around a moment before going into the room, maming sure the door shuts afterwards.

Diego walked in and instantly noticed eleven small screens that were on the walls, along with a load of buttons and cords around. Two swivel chairs on either side of the room, facing the screens.

Diego smirked to himself "Bingo." He looked around "The Infinite Switchboard."

He went and sat down on the swivel chair, looking up at the screens as his brain tried to work out how to turn them on.

"Alright." He cracked his knuckles "How hard can this be?"

Diego's eyebrows furrowed. He picked up a cord, looking between it and the selection of holes to plug it into.

Diego plugged it into one of the ports, making it wire up, giving him hope. He picked up another cord, plugging it in. It suddenly zapped as sparks came out of it, making him fall back as his finger got electrocuted.

"Ahh!" He yelled as he fell back in the chair.

Diego held his hand a moment as the lights turned on. He groaned another moment before feeling a hand touch his back, making him turn and pull out his knife, holding it to the persons throat.

Diego seen a rather small man with glasses and neatly done hair. He had a blue suit on and a feared look on his face.

"Oh! Please don't hurt me." The man spoke as his voice shook.

"Who the hell are you?" Diego asked, his voice threatening.

The man stammered "I-I'm Herb. I'm an analyst."

Diego kept his serious face as he said "I'm Diego. I have a knife."

Herb trembled "Yes. I can see that." He gulped loudly "It's very shiny." Diego removed the knife, making Herb let out the breath he was holding.

"Breathe." Diego told Herb, making him follow the instructions.

"It's an honour to meet you, Mr. Hargreeves." Herb spoke, sounding nervous.

Diego frowned slightly "You know me?"

"Everybody knows you." Herb scoffed "I mean, you're Number Two. You're a legand."

Diego's head raised "Really?"

Herb instantly said "Mr. Hargreeves, you can't be in here."

Diego raised a brow "Herb, is that any way to talk to a legand?" Herb shook his head. Diego nods his head towards the machine as he said "You know how to work this puppy?"

Herb nodded "I'm certified to operate this IBS, yes."

"Good." Diego instantly spoke "I need you to look up a date: November 22nd, 1963, the assassination of John F. Kennedy."