Sarcasm | Five Hargreeves

14 | cupcakes and killings

After the injection, Mitch had given Y/N brief instructions telling her to take it easy on her arm before he left her alone, making an excuse of needing to report back to the Handler on their progress.

Y/N appreciated being left alone, not looking forward to having to interact with her stuck-ass of a partner as she navigated away from the lab to the main building once again.

After looking at the apocalypse file with Five, she didn't know what the next course-of-action would be towards finding a solution and making an escape. Whatever they planned to do, there was no telling how long it would take.

Besides, as Y/N now understood, time travel was unpredictable. Klaus had done it earlier, and was stuck in the Vietnam War for a year while only being gone in their timeline for a day. If the same thing happened to her, but in the Commission, that would not turn out to be a happy story.

A shrill bell rang throughout the sturdy stone walls of the Commission, and once again, workers filed out into the hallway, little lunchboxes clutched in their hands.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, following them into the dim lit cafeteria, scanning her eyes for Five. She then recalled how he was invited to a private lunch with the Handler herself, and she scoffed, making her way into the lunch line.

She stood out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of the workers, with her shorter height, observing expression. Mitch leaned against the pillar, out of her line of sight as he watched her pick up a club sandwich and waddle away to an isolated table.

Watching. That's what he was good at; and that's what he was ordered to do.

Mitch had looked at her file earlier, and he knew everything about her from her special abilities to her connections with Five Hargreeves. It was almost certain to him that she was only here for one thing, and that the Commission couldn't offer it.

Her drive almost reminded him of himself when he was a new recruit. Desperate and driven.

The Handler had plucked him right up from his hopeless surrender on that tragic day on the beach. She saw the same thing in Mitch that he could currently see in Y/N, which was why it was essential to him that she stayed. So she could live up to her potential, and become a real asset to the company.

"What are you staring at?"

Mitch was snapped out of his thoughts, and he looked down at his partner, bewildered. He hadn't even noticed her move from her seat. "Nothing. Zoned out," he answered breathlessly, pushing himself off the wall. "How's the arm?"

"Sore," she replied, rubbing her shoulder. "That was a nasty shot."

"I'm sure you've had worse," Mitch recalled, thinking back to the many abrasions he saw littered over her body when she took off her shirt.

Y/N didn't answer, trailing after him as he led her to a glass room, shelves lined with dozens of the same familiar black briefcase.

"This right here, is the briefcase room," he said, opening the door for Y/N before following her in. "Not everyone can jump around like Number Five."

She hummed, watching as Mitch took a briefcase, exchanging a few hushed words with the man at the desk before walking away and joining her. "This will take us to your first mission."

She raised an eyebrow, turning to face him in intrigue. His expression was blank, as usual, when he suddenly opened the briefcase, the both of them being enveloped by blue light. It was just like spatial jumping with Five, and for a moment, Y/N wondered how the Commission was able to mimic it.

Y/N opened her mouth, about to ask Mitch how the briefcase worked before she stopped in place, whirling around to take a look at their surroundings. They were standing alone in a dark alleyway, the distant sounds of a metropolitan area echoing in between the towering buildings.