Light As A Feather..Diego Hargreeves

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I Ain't your Secretary

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⸺DIEGO AND LUTHER GOT TO DIEGO'S home and they laid Five down on Diego's bed to let him get some rest. "Funny, if I didn't know he was such a prick, I'd say he looks almost adorable in his sleep."

"Well, don't worry. He'll sober up eventually. Be back to his normal, unpleasant self."

"Yeah, I can't wait that long. I need to find out what his connection is with these lunatics before someone else dies."

"All that stuff he was saying before...What do you think he meant by that?" Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Diego went to go open the door very cautiously. He opened the door and put his knife up in case it was one of the lunatics, but it was just his boss. "If you throw another one of those goddamn knives at me, I'm pressin' charges!"

"What do you want, Al?"

"I ain't your secretary!"

"Yeah." Al walked a bit into his little room and told him, "Some lady called for you, said she needs your help."

"What lady?"

"I dunno, some, uh, detective. I think she said her name was, uh, Blotch or somethin'.

"Patch? She needs my help."

"She needs you to meet her at that motel, a dump on Calhoun."

"When?"

"About half an hour ago. Uh, said she found your brother and some girl named, uh, Mary or Mia."

"Maria?" Diego corrected.

"Yeah, that's it."

"Well, that doesn't make sense cause Five's-...Klaus!" Diego ran out of the room and Al walked out too. Luther stood up from his seat and yelled at Diego but he didn't hear him. "Go. I'll wait here with...Him."

Diego went to the motel and found something that he wished he could unsee. "Klaus? Maria?"

He looked at the ground and found Patch laying on the ground dead. He knelt down and held her head in his hand and he had tears running down his face. "I was on my way. I was..."

He heard police sirens go off and he realized he had to go. "I gotta go, okay? I can't be here when they come, okay?"

He left picking up a Griddy's receipt and ran back to his home. Five had woken up and Luther had a million questions to ask him. "When's it supposed to happen? This...apocalypse."

"I can't give you the exact hour, but...from what I could gather, we have four days left."

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" Luther asked.

"It wouldn't have mattered." Five shook his head.

"Of course it would. We could've banded together and helped you try to stop this thing."

"For the record, you already tried." Five pointed out.

"What do you mean?" Luther questioned.

"I found all of you. Your bodies."

"We all die?"

"Sort of."

"Sort of?" Luther questioned.