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『 playing putty with their hippocampus 』
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"WHY IS YOUR guy's thing breaking and entering?" Delores asked as they stood outside a large white mansion, after taking a taxi.
"Darling, this is only the beginning." Lila smirked and patted her shoulder, before walking towards the large house, Diego quickly following behind her.
Delores looked over at Five, before sighing and walking towards the large house, Five following Delores.
Three men in suits with dark sunglasses on were standing in front of the mansion. Diego then immediately pushed past one of the guards in front of the door.
"Hey!" the man yelled, as Delores sent him an apologetic look, rushing inside after Lila and Diego who didn't care.
The security guard then followed the four inside and glared at them— shutting the large door behind him.
Delores looked around the beautiful white interior of the house, and leaned over to Five as they walked, "Really, I should've been born rich." she whispered.
Five rolled his eyes sarcastically at her, as their shoes clicked on the marble flooring of the house.
Diego and Lila were ahead of them, but they suddenly stopped at the entrance of the living room, and Five and Delores quickly caught up.
Allison, Luther, and Viktor were all sitting on a large white couch in front of the two black armchairs that two older people were sitting on.
A woman with platinum hair smiled at the four, and Delores furrowed her eyebrows at the woman, then let her gaze soft over to the familiar man.
Reginald Hargreeves was sat in the other chair, and Delores's eyes widened, as acid began to threaten to spill from her lips again.
Diego lifted the file in hand, showcasing it to the people in front of him, "We need to talk about Ben."
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Diego began on his recapped tangent again. Delores, Lila, and Five all stood in the same spot at the entrance of the living room, while Diego was next to the fireplace.
"-In Moldovan." he paused, "From Moldova." Diego said seriously, as Allison held a hand out for the file, "And it's mostly redacted." he shrugged, handing his sister the file.
