EUNOIA ━ diego hargreeves

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CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
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"DO WE really get to keep these?" Diego asked, referring to the guest passes with the CIA logo stamped right next to their faces, each of which the three of them had clipped to the front of their shirts. Freya couldn't lie—she felt pretty cool wearing one, too.

"Absolutely," Lance told him, glancing over his shoulder as the elevator door opened, and he stepped out.

Luther, however, was not amused as he glanced down to his guest pass. "At least your eyes are open."

Freya stifled a laugh, following Lance into the large office area that seemed sort of... dead. Only a few workers were stood around the room, and she briefly wondered if Five had sent them here to get them out of his hair. By first glance, the men Lance was going to introduce them to didn't seem very important.

"I want to introduce you to our elite unite," he went on. "Welcome to Sector R."

Diego did not share the same sentiments, though Freya didn't know why she was surprised. He was in awe of the room around them, chuckling to himself, and nudging Luther with his elbow. "Hell yes," Diego mused. "I mean, this is what I'm talking about. These are the guys."

Freya failed to see his point of view—to her, it looked like any old office cubicle. Lance gestured to another man in a suit, though his was less extravagant and more casual. "Agent Parnell here will show you the ropes."

"Frank Parnell," he greeted. "Everyone around here calls me Bud."

"Bud," Diego repeated, reaching forward to shake his hand. "Bud. I'm just gonna hit you straight, we're gonna need a chopper ASAP. I want a two mile perimeter and a lockdown around the hot zone."

Silently, Freya winced and averted her gaze to the ceiling. "Here we go," she muttered.

Then, Diego raised his voice. "I want all boots on the ground. No stone left unturned. You feel me?"

Bud didn't seem to know what to do, but then, the entire office broke out into a chorus of laughter. Parnell offered Diego a bit of an awkward smile. "Yeah, we don't really do that here."

Diego hesitated. "Not even the chopper?"

Sympathetically, Freya rubbed his arm, but Diego didn't seem as upset as she thought. Maybe he was feeling delusional, hoping he could still somehow get what he wanted out of this place.

"We got a white cube van," Bud shrugged. "But you need department approval for that. Why don't the three of you grab a chair? Make yourselves comfortable. Lunch orders about to go in."

Diego nodded, smiling, and maneuvered his way through the scattered chairs and desks. Freya had been lost in thought, staring at the string of Christmas lights, realizing that he'd started to leave when he was a few feet away. Immediately, she scampered after him. "Wait," she whispered, pulling him to a stop. "Don't leave me. My God."

"Hey," Luther protested. "I was right there."

Freya gave him a look, then turned back to Diego. "Don't leave me."

Unfazed, Diego snatched a cup of coffee from a nearby worker as they continued to walk. Freya shot him a disapproving glare. "What? Do you want some?"

"No. And you better not kiss me with some stranger's germs now, either."

"Since when are you such a germaphobe?"

"What can I say? Klaus is right about a lot of things."

"Guys," Luther called. "Maybe we should go back to looking for Ben."

"We just got here," Diego replied.

"Yeah, but... I mean, are we really sure these are the guys?"

Freya took a glance around, one man was licking the container his food was in, a woman was sneaking a bottle of Crown, the next was sniffing some sort of oil. Holding back a grimace, she prepared for Diego's response.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure. Look, this is covert ops, bruh."

"Don't say bruh," Freya furrowed her brows at him. "I just cringed."

Ignoring her, Diego continued on. "Watergate, Cuba, Bin Laden."

Luther did not seem so convinced, and Freya agreed. "I'm pretty sure this is where they, you know..."

"Dump their waste?" Freya suggested.

"I was going to say put their agents out to pasture," Luther said, though he nodded at her addition.

"No, no," Diego shook his head. "This is the best of the best."

"Aren't we the best of the best?" Freya asked. "I mean, we have our powers back now. Why do we need help from the CIA?"

"Freya," Diego clutched her dramatically, staring down at her. "Freya, my dear. Can you control these powers, by chance?"

"I can relearn."

"And how long will that take?"

"I don't...know."

"I'm not going to let your bad attitudes wreck this for me," Diego told them.

"Fine. Knock yourself out."

"Just like freaking Kennedy all over again," Freya huffed, falling into a nearby chair. "Ooh, look," she gestured to the interior design magazine on the table, picking it up. "We've been needing a new dining room table."

"Absolutely not," Diego stated, flopping down next to her, and stealing the magazine from her grasp. "This doesn't even go with the color scheme of our house."

"But it's so pretty," Freya snatched the magazine back. "And look, extra storage. We can put Grace's homework and stuff in there."

"Yeah, right. It'll just end up being all your sourdough recipes."

"Hey!" She protested. "Learning how to make sourdough is a key part of development in your thirties."

"Uh-huh. Okay, fine. If you're furniture shopping, then I am..." He trailed off, sorting through different magazines on the table before him. "Then I am looking at these cars."

"Fine with me. I hate Wanda."

Diego pointed at her. "Take that back."

"Buy me a Camaro."

"You're supposed to say 'no baby, you can't buy a car, I'll put the furniture magazine down.' Don't go off script."

"Does that sound anything like me?"

"Is this what you guys do all day?" Luther asked. "It's driving me insane. It was fine before you got married, you know? Like, we get it. Argue to hide your feelings. But now it's just how you are."

Freya and Diego shared a look, then Diego patted her thigh. "Pissing Freya off is how I get laid."

"Diego!" She smacked him.

"What?" He shrugged, and Luther plugged his ears. "It's true. You get so mad. And then boom, you're tearing my clothes off. It's sexy."

"That is not true," she argued, then turned to Luther. "It's not true."

"She's lying."

"Focus on Ben!" She waved her hand in his face. "God, you're so irritating."

"I know," Diego grinned. "So, quickie in the bathroom?"

Luther gagged, and stood from the chair. "I'm out."

Diego was smirking and Freya glared at him. "What?" He asked, innocently.

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authors note

sorry for the delay! tua 4 was so boring and u know.. the terrible ending.. i'm still trying to figure out how to fix it LMAOO any suggestions i will hear out!