Number Eight

The Frankel Footage

I turn to Five and offer him a look that's part annoyance and part relief. "You left me. Again."

He sighs, "don't do this now."

"Do you know what it's been like for me here, Five? I've been playing stripper for a bunch of paedophiles!"

"From what I saw, you looked good doing it."

I gape at him, "get out."

Another sigh as he makes his way over to my desk. Leaning down he holds my gaze in the mirror, "I need your help."

"I don't care."

"Unless you feel like dying, I'm sure you do."

In some ways.

I take a moment to look at him in the mirror and can't help but notice he looks a little different now, a little hotter now.

"Okay," I say, turning back to him, "I'll bite, how do you know this information?" A look of relief crosses his gaze, "I landed in it."

"In the middle of an apocalypse?" With a tsk I say, "you really have a habit of that don't you?"

"This isn't a joke, Ivy."

"And how do I know you're not bullshitting me? What, is this another one of those times where Klaus, Luther and the rest of us except you die? Excuse me for being ever so skeptical."

"What if I can prove it to you?"

"How exactly do you plan to do that?"

"The Frankel Footage."

The what.

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After I finish my shift and put proper clothes on, I let Five lead me to his so-called evidence. We stop in front of a shut down TV store and I cock a brow at him, "this is your evidence?"

He rolls his eyes before taking my arm and blinking us inside. I immediately make my way to the nearest pot plant to puke.

A man stands by a door with a bowl of... yeah.

I don't know what that is. 

He looks at me, eyes wide and pointing, "I know you."

"That's fucking creepy."

Five looks between the two of us before his gaze lands on a screen. "Elliot, did you develop these photos yourself?"

The man finally turns away from me to answer him, "of course," a pause, "can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood Fotomat, Government has eyes everywhere."

Dear Lord, why did you land me in this?

"I didn't see a darkroom," Five states, completely ignoring his last comment. Elliot nods, "yeah, I converted the hallway closet."

The sound of feedback comes from a nearby radio, Elliot turns to adjust the knob while Five pulls out a box, scribbling on the back. "What's that?" I ask.

"I can't tell you until the others are here."

"Are you fucking-"

The radio announcement cuts me out of my thoughts. "Attention all units, we have a code 3-15 at the Holbrook Sanitarium."

Five turns to Elliot, "what the hell is a 3-15?"

"Oh," Elliot sighs, "fugitives on the run."

"25 patients are still at large," the radio continues, "many are considered armed and dangerous."