The Commission | Later That Day

[apocalypsehow]

So, they had to know he was going to be betraying them the moment it was feasible. Or he was forced into it. Either or.


Right? Right.


Which was why Five had slipped away from the other case managers to spy on Gloria and the room of tubes to find the right moment there.

Dot	Which meant it was the right time for Dot to come into the room with a message in and. "Gloria, the Handler knows Five is up to something. Get this to Hazel and Cha Cha immediately." Which, you know, that narrative timing, right?
Five	Five waited until the moment she was gone and Gloria was distracted before teleporting in to knock the old bat out. He lowered her to the ground before quickly unrolling the message to find their new orders were meant to be to protect 'Harold Jenkins'. Okay, so that guy had to die now. No, no, no. He needed to cause some havoc there first and what better way than to turn the assassins against each other. One message went into the tube for Hazel to terminate Cha Cha, and the other went to Cha Cha to eliminate Hazel. That ought to keep them busy once he got back there.
The Handler	"You know that's not how we do things here." Tsk, Five. Thinking you could keep secrets from her, again? "Where's Gloria?" And now that bland smile on the Handler's face was a little stiff, her voice just that tiny bit sharper as she briefly glanced around, though she mostly kept her gaze on Five from where she'd appeared in the doorway to the tube room.
Five	"Don't know. Couldn't find her anywhere," Five said, totally daring her to call his bluff on this one.
The Handler	You know, she would have -- but Gloria made it easy on both of them. The Handler turned away from Five slowly at the sound of the groan from the floor near Gloria's desk, and turned back to face him with nothing short of dismay written across her features. "You're a great disappointment to me. You can't change what's to come, Five. I truly find it so odd that you can't shed this fantasy. You're a first-rate pragmatist! You belong here, with us!"
Five	"I don't belong anywhere, thanks to you," Five replied, getting those uncomfortable, human feelings cropping up in his chest as he said it. "You made me a killer."
The Handler	"You were always a killer." The Handler almost sounded sad as she bent at the waist. "I just pointed you in a direction." And now she was pointing a gun at him, so that probably explained why her voice had taken on a sort of sad, 'I have to put down my pet,' quality.
Five	Oh, there was that creepy energy they thrived on! Five teleported out of the way before she could shoot him. You had to know he'd do that, right?
The Handler	Of course she'd known. Didn't mean she wasn't going to irrationally fire after him, just in case he popped up nearby. Now that he'd betrayed her, there was no option but for him to die, obviously. It was possible that gunfire in a workplace as serenely bureaucratic as this one would draw some attention, but the Handler didn't really care at the moment.
Five	Well, fine then! He'd just keep teleporting in and out of sight until her ammo ran out! And also because he needed to figure out the best angle for escape with this level of attention.
The Handler	"What's the rush, Five?" she called, shooting with downright reckless abandon as an alarm started blaring and security was called for the tube room. "We're just getting started." She finally stopped shooting, looking around for him. "Is this really how you want the last line of your report to read?"
Five	Which meant he had to be sneakier as he moved around her. Thanks for getting to be smarter about it. Jeeze. Because he was able to do it more than he used to be, but even now he couldn't go non-stop. So, for now, he stayed still and listened for her.
The Handler	She made it easier by firing off another couple rounds in a direction where she thought he might be. She was wrong, but you know. She was going to shoot like her gun didn't have any kind of limited capacity, anyway.
Five	"I'm just done, I guess," he said once he found the right time for his grand finale to appear in front of her.
The Handler	"You can't keep this up, Five," the Handler said, leveling her gun at him now that he was holding still. "We both know that even you have a limit." Weird tension even as she was trying to kill him, yes! "I saved you from a lifetime of being alone," she continued, her voice breaking just the slightest bit with genuine emotion. "You owe me." And then she fired. Or, at least, her gun went click. Clicked a couple times, actually. Shit, did this thing just not work anymore? Huh, it was almost as if she'd stupidly run out of bullets in her anger.
Five	Five smirked at her. "I do owe a debt," he admitted, rushing her to teleport past toward the entrance to the room. Where he produced a grenade he'd stolen from her little weapons collection. He pulled the pin and rolled it toward her. "But it's not to you."
The Handler	There was just enough time for the Handler's worry to turn to panic as she realized what was being rolled across the floor to her. "Shi --" And then everything exploded.
Five	Which sent Five running through the throngs of panicked, screaming bureaucrats directly to the room that stored all those lovely briefcases. Once one was secured, he produced another grenade (look, it wasn't a problem if they were useful, okay?) and pulled the pin there to make sure he wouldn't be followed back to 2019. Which wouldn't be a thing at all.

[NFI, NFB but OOC is welcome! Taken from 1x06 "The Day That Wasn't" and preplayed with defenderofdesmoines]