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❛❛𝙄𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙐𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙋𝙐𝙉𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘿𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙀. ❜❜
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𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼 𝙂𝙍𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 as she attempted to remove Five's foot from her neck. He only added more pressure. "You've got a good nose," the Handler commented. "You know, planting her in a psych ward, taking advantage of my simpleton brother, that was smart," Five said, still pushing down on Lila. "Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," she replied, looking down at her.
I looked between the two. "She's your-"
"Daughter. Yes. And she's my only one, so I'd appreciate it if he didn't crush her windpipe," she interrupted, gesturing to Five. Five glared at her before reluctantly releasing Lila. She hopped up and glared at him. "I am so going to enjoy killing you someday." They glowered at each other for a few moments.
"Lila, darling, would you give us a minute, please?" The Handler asked. "Yes, the grown-ups need to talk." The Handler nodded at her so she rolled her eyes and walked away. She knocked a pan to the floor. I was about to follow her but the Handler stopped me. "No, I need to talk to you as well, (Y/N)." I shrugged and stood next to Five. "So. What the hell do you want?" I asked.
"Do you like jazz, you two?" She asked.
"I would rather lick a cheese grater."
"Aww," she began to walk around. "Jazz is like a beautiful woman. Complex, emotional, hard to please. She doesn't just give it to you, she makes you work for it."
"I'm really hoping that you're going somewhere with this," I replied, turning around to face her. "Under my leadership, the Commission would sound more like," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "jazz." She began to mimic a soft jazz rhythm.
"And what about the board of directors?" Five asked. "The what?" I whispered. "I'll explain later."
"Well, that's where you two come in," she replied, bopping both of our noses. "Nope. No, it isn't." She began to walk around us. "In exchange for the assassination of the board, I'm willing to get you two and your family out of this timeline and back to 2019 where you belong." I turned once again to face her. "And what about World War III that's due to kick off in just a few days?" I asked. "Once you and your siblings are gone, that goes away."
"And the apocalypse when we get back to 2019?" Five questioned. "That too," she replied. "I distinctly remember you telling me that that apocalypse had to happen, that it was supposed to happen," Five pointed out. "Back then I was toeing company line, but once I'm in charge..."
