EUNOIA ━ diego hargreeves

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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"OF COURSE Dad would be involved in the assassination," Diego muttered, running a hand down his face as he shook his head, causing his shaggy hair to fall back onto his forehead. Freya resisted the urge to reach up and brush it out of his face, but she forced her hands to stay firmly placed at her sides. "I should've known."

"No, you're jumping to conclusions," Five argued, and Freya cocked a brow.

"Seriously?" She asked. "Dude, that's way too much of a coincidence."

"Exactly," Diego stated, his voice raising when Five went to disagree. "What the hell else is he doing standing on the grassy knoll, holding an open umbrella on a sunny day in Dallas the exact same moment the president gets shot?"

"Diego," Freya warned as his shouts began to carry through the apartment. He spared her a quick glance, his tense posture faltering slightly once he saw the severity of her glare.

Five sighed. "It doesn't look good, I admit."

"No, he's the signalman for the whole goddamn thing. This is what Hazel was obviously trying to tell you. We have to stop dad from killing the president."

"Diego," Freya groaned, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "You can't change the past."

"Thank you," Five turned his gaze onto Diego. "Dad was no boy scout, but presidential assassination? It's never been his thing."

Diego scoffed. "How would you know?"

"Here we go," Freya sighed, falling back into her seat.

"You skipped out on his golden years," Diego said sharply.

"Skipped out?" Five repeated bitterly, and Freya suppressed another sigh when he started to take slow, threatening steps in the other boy's direction. Apparently, they seemed to have forgotten that they weren't the only people in the room, but when Freya glanced over to Lila, she didn't look confused or scared, instead, she looked the opposite. She seemed to be enjoying the fighting. "You think I had it easy, Diego? I was alone for forty-five years. You know what? We don't have time for this right now. Dad's clearly in Dallas, right? Let's just go talk to him."

"Right, and I'm sure seeing his children who he has no idea that exist surely won't be weird and change anything to the timeline," Freya interrupted. "Be smart, Five. He's not gonna react kindly to seeing you guys. He doesn't even know who you are—and I know I'd be completely weirded out and put off if some random ass kids started questioning me about my plans to kill the president."

Five paused, but Diego cut him off from answering. "Dallas is a big place. We need to find him first."

"Did what I just said go through that thick skull of yours? Again?"

"Gee, if only we had some magical,old-timey way of finding people and their addresses," Five mused, sharing a look with Freya who gave him a pointed stare. He studiously ignored it, of course, and marched over to the living room. They had no choice but to follow him as he sorted through some of the drawers, before pulling out a book. He threw the object down onto the table, and Diego began to flip through it. "Let's start simple. His name."

Diego repeated their last name a few times, before shaking his head. "Nothing here."

"Try his company," Five said. Freya walked over to the fridge and pulled open the fridge door as her eyes scanned the interior of it, she heard them turn a few pages before Diego finally said something. Freya closed the door, taking a bite of the cold pizza she'd just grabbed from out of the box, and leaned over next to them, shifting her weight onto her forearms.