Elena Romero was born on the 1st of October, 1989. Elena's superpower, she had discovered, was not keeping her dysfunctional family together. It was, in fact, keeping herself together. She could miraculously heal all of her injuries. All except one...
"It's a freaking sob story. And I'm talking full on tears! Everyone at the commission was watching your farewell with bowls of popcorn. I'm still not over how he left you to die like that."
"You and me both."
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"I'm putting Lila on the job, to," the Handler paused, "Speed things along," she said sternly, fixing her eyes of Elena. Elena knew what she meant by that. She hadn't exactly been focused on betraying her only living friends. And she had been going to get drunk with her mum for two days in a row... But she didn't need babysitting!
"What about our deal?" Elena said, shooting a side glance at Lila to make sure she was more interested in eating her room service than in their conversation.
"Bring me Five and I don't care what happens next," The Handler said erratically, "Bring him in and I'll send you back home, I'll send you to Hawaii, I'll send you to freaking Disneyland with a stuffed pinata under your arm and fishbowl full of margaritas. I just want Five!"
"So what am I meant to do with...your lovely daughter?" Elena asked with a grimace. She remembered Lila. She remembered Lila well. No matter how much she wished she didn't.
She never thought Diego would get over her so fast...
"She'll be working the job from the inside," The Handler informed, taking a bite of her room service lobster, "She's already been established in the umbrella group," The Handler mumbled as she chewed. Elena felt her chest tense, "She's here to ensure the procedure keeps...moving forward. We don't want any setbacks, do we?"
Elena had to nod in agreement. The Handler's eyes were locked onto her. She held such an intense stare, for a second Elena wondered if she could read her very thoughts. Could she really do that? Was she one of the power kids like Elena and the Umbrella Academy? Sure she was older but she worked for an organisation that could control time! No, she was reading too far into this. The Handler was just a really creepy woman.
"So?" The Handler said, setting down her fork and folding her hands under her chin, "Are we going to have any problems?"
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