Number Eight

The Swedish Job

Five and I are sitting on the couch when Lila hurls in a groaning, bloody Diego. "Do one of you two want to help?"

"What happened?" Five questions. 

Lila shrugs, "your father."

Oh, that's not-

Five helps her carry him into Elliot's room while I grab a first aid kit. "Thank you very much," Lila says, "you can go now, I can handle this."

He glares at her for a moment before I gently pull on his arm, "it's okay," I say, "she'll look after him."

On the way out I make sure to give Lila a glare, in return she waves.

My favorite psycho bitch.

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"Hey," Elliot calls from the living room, "one of the machines you asked for is going crazy."

Five and I walk over to him. "Holy mother, what is all this?"

Once again, as per usual, I go ignored.

"Which one?" Five asks Elliot.

"It's the uh, the atmospheric radar."

Five leans down to look at a green screen. 

I have no idea how he can understand it. 

"Good."

"I don't get it," Elliot continues, "what are you tracking? A hurricane? A storm front?"

"Sound waves."

"Sound waves?"

Five grins and I turn to him, "Viktor."

He nods. "What, are you stalk our siblings now?" I ask. 

Five shrugs, "I can't get us home if I don't know where we all are, can I?"

"I'd rather you didn't anyway," I mumble.

"What was that?"

"Nothing old man. Absolutely nothing."

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I follow Five through a field of wheat. "I'm gonna throw up again."

"Do it away from me, that's gross."

I look around, "Five, come on it's hot and there's no guarantee Viktor is even-"

He holds up his hand and points to the small set of eyes poking up from the wheat. I turn to him cocking a brow before we keep making our way toward Viktor. "I stand corrected."

Five stops and pulls back some of the wheat, "hi, Viktor."

He looks past Five to me and I wave, "hello."

Viktor gets up looking at us as though we just killed his cat. Not that we ever had one. I cock a brow, "are you okay?"

"Who are you?"

Oh. That's not great.

"I'm your brother."

"And I'm your sister."

"I have siblings?"

I nod, "yeah. 7 of us. Well technically 6 and a ghost but..." Viktor looks even more confused. I clap, "surprise!"

"Look," Five starts, "you can either stay here and wait for the IKEA mafia to come back and kill you, or you can come with us."

"Okay that was a little mean."