The Phoenix Academy

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Very early in the morning, a blue tow truck pulled into a garage with a company name on it. The owner of the garage stepped out of the truck and manoeuvred his way through the building. When he reached his office, he placed his tool box on the table and began listening to his voicemails. Right as he took out a rolled newspaper from his pocket, he was hit in the back of the head with a sturdy metal pipe.

The garage owner, who was a man in his late fifties or early sixties, finally regained consciousness, a few hours later by the feeling of two claw clamps being attached to his chest. He had also since been stripped of most of his clothes and was hanging with his hands chained to the ceiling.

"You gotta tell me how you did the London job in '66, Beautiful work. Really," Cha Cha complimented as she played with the controls of a nearb generator.

"I swear to Christ I have no idea what your talking about-" The mans words were interrupted by Cha Cha turning on the generator for a few second, sending enough power through the claw clips to cause the man excruciating pain.

"I am just a tow truck driver. I've never even been to London," The man said with tears of pain in his eyes.

"Tuna? Delicious. You want half?" Hazel said as he helped himself to the man's lunch.

"I'm fine thanks," Cha Cha replied and Hazel stood up, walking closer to the man they were interrogating. Hazel took an unsatisfactory bite of the man's sandwich and sent a painful punch into his face.

"That's for no mayo," Hazel justified as the man began sobbing

"Does Number Five seem like he'd be a whimperer to you?" Cha Cha asked her partner as she watched the man in front of them.

"Not from what I've heard," Hazel replied and Cha Cha took the picture they had been given out of her pocket and held it up against the man's face.

"That seems close enough to me," Hazel said, unconvinced by his own words

"Strong passing resemblance, I'll grant you that but the space between the eyes is different, the chin is not quite the same and there's a dimple," Cha Cha added.

"I am not the guy that you are looking-" The man's words were once again interrupted by the feeling of electricity being passed into his body for a short few moments.

"No talking," Cha Cha warned as she turned off the generator.

"He was the only guy in the doughnut shop wasn't he," Hazel pondered

"Was there anyone else in the doughnut shop with you last night, Syd?" Cha Cha asked

"I don't know, just the waitress and some kid," The tortured man who went by Sid responded.

"Some kid? Elaborate," Hazel said

"I don't know. He was weird,"

"This isn't twenty questions old man. Weird how," Hazel said, pressing Syd for answers.

"He said something about coming there when he was young," Syd finally said.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking," Cha Cha said, turning to look at her partner.

"Italian for dinner?"

"Focus, I'm talking about the kid," Cha Cha specified.

"What about him," Hazel asked as the two mercenaries moved a few feet away from Syd.

"Time travel's a bitch," Cha Cha said.

"Especially without a briefcase," Hazel added.

"What if the kid is number Five?" Cha Cha theorised.