EUNOIA ━ diego hargreeves

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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

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FREYA DIDN'T think she'd ever heard the Hargreeves family so quiet in her life. Back at Elliot's, the eight of them were all gathered around the small television, watching the news channel that was busy explaining the events that had just taken place.

"Authorities are asking for help identifying several persons of interest at Dealey Plaza," announced the man on the TV. "The FBI believes they may have been acting in concert with the alleged shooter, Lee Harvey Oswald. Vanya Hargreeves: wanted in connection with the deaths of several FBI agents inside the federal building at Dealey Plaza."

Freya snickered. "Wow. Nice one. Or, nice several."

Vanya scowled at her. "Shut up."

"A Cuban exile known only as Diego," the reporter went on, and the brunette raised an eyebrow.

"Cuban?" He repeated, almost sounding amused. "The hell?"

Freya stared at the picture of Diego on screen—it was when his hair was short and well managed. Not shaggy like it was now. "You should really shave the beard," she commented.

He made a face at her as the reporter continued to talk. "Who recently escaped from the Holbrook Sanitarium. A bare-knuckle boxer, with suspected Mafia ties who fights under the alias 'King Kong.' Allison Chestnut: a black radial response for instigating and organizing the recent riots at Stadtler's lunch counter. Klaus, the controversial cult leader and known tax evader. And finally, the newest member of our suspected group: Freya Conroy, who was seen doing witchcraft at a local downtown diner in Dallas."

"What is this?" She raised a brow. "The Salem Witch Trials? I thought we were done accusing women of that shit."

"The FBI is asking for the public to be on the lookout for this unidentified boy, who they believe is being held hostage by the suspected terrorist network."

"Well it's true," Five shrugged as a picture of him flashed on screen, and he nodded. "I do feel like I'm being held hostage on most days."

"God, I hate that photo."

"Why? It's before you got all scruffy and shaggy."

"What?" He dramatically stroked his beard. "You don't like it?"

Freya lifted up one shoulder into a shrug. "It's like making out with a carpet."

"Well, I can't be seen with someone who dresses like a third grade teacher," he retorted.

"Oh, come on, dude. Don't act like you got to third grade to even know what that looks like."

She was sure Diego would be scowling, but instead, he grinned and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "You're lucky I like you so much. Otherwise I'd throw you out the window."

Freya couldn't fight off the smile that grew on her face, even at the last part of his statement. "Shut up."

"They're saying I instigated the riot?" Allison repeated with the shake of her head, ignoring the muttering that was happening between Freya and Diego, despite the fact that she was right next to them. "That's unbelievable."

"Look," Luther started. "The good news is that we restored the timeline and we stopped doomsday. So—"

"Yeah, a bunch of real goddamn heroes. We let Kennedy die."

"Thought you said he was over it," Allison murmured to Freya, who barely turned her head in her direction as she responded.

"I said he got over being mad at me. Not letting Kennedy get shot."