Chaos Surrounding

IX. 743

INT. FBI BUILDING

The energy continued to whoos.

The four Hargreeves were still taking shelter behind a desk.

"Vanya is in the room at the end of the hall," Diego said.

"How do you propose we get to her?" Allison asked.

"I haven't figured that one out yet."

"You can count me out," Klaus told them.

"Klaus!" Allison exclaimed.

"What? You guys should save her. You're great at all the hero shit."

"Oh, Klaus!" She hit him.

"Listen, listen. Vanya would understand 'cause she has realistic expectations of what I am. And what I am is sexy trash."

"You're a big pussy, that's what you are," Diego shot back.

"Guys, now is not the time," Allison told them.

"Why?" Klaus wondered. "Because I don't wanna die? Who does? And martyrs aren't around to enjoy the victory party 'cause they're dead!"

Diego grabbed at Klaus' shirt. "You are going out there...."

"I'm not! Go away!"

"Or I'm gonna beat you, and not the way you like it!" He turned to Elisa. "You stay back. Please."

She nodded. "I will."

"That my cue," Allison said, darting off.

"Hey, Allison!"

"No! Allison!" Klaus and Elisa cried.

Allison crawled through the halls and called, "Vanya! Vanya!"

INT. ROOM

Vanya kept flashing to her time at the academy.

INT. HALLWAY

Allison strained against the energy and was knocked into the wall and she fell unconscious.

"All right. I'm going," Diego said.

"No, wait, wait, wait, wait," Klaus called.

"What?"

"If I don't make it back, there's one thing that I need to tell you."

"I don't have time for this."

"Please." Klaus pulled him back.

"What?"

Klaus' voice trembled. "You look like Antonio Banderas with the long hair. I just thought you should know."

"Thanks, man."

Diego got up and strained against the energy. Energy surged and Diego groaned.

Klaus rested his head on the floor and covered his ears.

Diego pulled out his knives, using them to crawl on the ground. He saw an unconscious Allison.

"Klaus!" Diego called and Klaus lifted his head. "I'm not gonna make it! It's up to you, buddy! You gotta save the world!"

Klaus poked his head up, still covering his ears. "No, Diego, that's a terrible idea!" Knives clanked heavily.

Diego strained against the energy and pulled a lever which released a rope.

Klaus spoke to himself. "Okay, Klaus. You can do this. You fought in Vietnam. You survived a family of eight. And you once worse a sarong to a fraternity party and got a shitload of numbers."