[34]: Hargreeves vs. The Commission

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~1963~

Madison's eyes widened as she peered through the window of the car at the sight of a storm cloud that hovered over Sissy's farmhouse. Snow quickly fell, covering the once green grass. 

Vanya quickly parked the car, and all seven of them rushed out, their eyes glued to the growing cloud. 

"You think whatever's going on inside is causing the cold front?" Diego questioned as he stepped forward. "Well," Five replied drily, "The correlation is high." 

The door of the farmhouse burst open as Sissy sprinted out, a long gun grasped tightly in her hands. 

"Sissy!" Vanya shouted. "Sissy!" 

"Get back!" she yelled at them as she cocked her gun and pointed it towards them. "All of you, just get the hell back!" 

Diego reached for Madison and tugged her behind him while Klaus raised his hands up. "Sissy! Hey! Hey!" Vanya lifted a hand of defense as Sissy stopped a few feet away from her. "What's wrong?" 

Sissy panted as she shifted her gaze from each member of Vanya's family, clutching her gun tightly. After a few moments, she turned back to Vanya. "Carl," she breathed out. Vanya's eyebrows furrowed in concern. "What did he do to you?" she questioned.

"He's..." Sissy shook her head. "He's dead," she confessed. "Harlan tossed him aside like a rag doll, same way you sent those policemen flyin'. What did you do to him?" 

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