The First Wielder

Chapter eleven: We Would've Died

ELEVEN

The girl was ready to abandon all logic out the window.

"Are you serious?" She confirmed.

"Did I stutter?" Not even a tiny switch in his stern expression.

Abigail continued to look at her companion in disbelief. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. But right now, she wasn't even sure if the guy in front of him was the Number Five Hargreeves.
Maybe Max, the one who had fun beating Five, punched him a little too hard in the head. Or maybe Abigail was just hearing things.

Yes, she must be hearing things.

"Evil spirits begone," she chanted, annoying Five

"Think about it, Abigail," he said, voice deep. "We're dealing with a secret organization with members that powers of their own. On top of that, they seem to know how to deal with those types of people."

"You mean those contraptions that 'canceled' your ability?" Abigail made sure to show the air quotations.

"If you were in my shoes, you would've been saying the exact same thing."

"And if you were in my shoes, you respond the same way I did," the girl laughed and crossed her arms. "But how is that related to thievery?"

"How about using your brain to find out," he retorted. "You're the second smartest person in this household."

She may have liked the compliment but still raised a brow.

He sighed. "Unlike how my siblings and I handle a break-in, which is ultimately flashy and attention-seeking, you enter a scene like a wild cat. You're silent, patient, and innovative. What you did in the factory is proof of that. And it's entirely thanks to your skills as a thief."

"And this is something the amazing Number Five Hargreeves can't do? I thought you were an assassin in your past life," She couldn't help but flash a smug grin.

Five glared at her.

Abigail dropped her arms to the side. "Five, I won't...no, I can't teach you how to steal. Do you know how many times I had to approach Luther, Diego, and Pogo to return all the trinkets that catch my eye inside this house?"

"So, no. Think of another plan that doesn't involve that," she finished and walked out of the room but halted when Five appeared in front of her.

"I don't want to think of a plan if what I have is already a great one," he told the female.

She stared at him dead in the eye. "No."

He took a step forward. "Tell me why."

"You think I don't know? You want to take revenge on them for making you look like a helpless hostage."

Five flinched and Abigail walked past him.

"Aren't you curious at how much they know about you?"

Abigail froze on the spot. "You know Luther won't like the idea."

"Who said I'm telling him," Five smirked.

She couldn't help but shake her head in disbelief.

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The pair found themselves skimming through any record regarding Max and Brittany in the police department and in the raiding same gun shop Five visited a few days back. They found themselves examining footage from a post office inside a mall, and Abigail couldn't help but squeal.