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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇ
'ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴛᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ'

"Elliott, did you develop these photos yourself?" Five asked as he looked at the photos of his siblings that were tapped up on the wall

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"Elliott, did you develop these photos yourself?" Five asked as he looked at the photos of his siblings that were tapped up on the wall.

"Of course. Can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighbourhood Fotomat" Elliott was stood behind him, eating a bowl of cereal "Government has eyes everywhere".

"I didn't see a darkroom" Five said. He took a tape out of his pocket, labelled the 'Frankel Footage'.

"Yeah, I converted the hallway closet" Elliott pointed towards the hallway as Five picked up a black pen and scribbled out the date above the title.

"Can you develop this?" Five asked.

Elliott dropped his spoon into his bowl and Inanna stood up from where she sat on the couch, curious as to what Five wanted developing.

Elliott nodded as he took the tape from Five "Huh 'Frankel Footage' Friends of yours?" Elliott asked reading the title of the tape.

"Cousins on my robot mother's side" Inanna pressed her lips together tightly, suppressing her smile as she glanced at the tape. The name didn't give much a way, but clearly Five didn't want Elliott to know what it was "Can you do it or not?" Five asked.

"Sure I can" Elliott responded.

"How long?" Five asked.

Elliott sighed "Well, I mean, I'm running low on acetic acid. Beeker's Cameras is open today, but it's two miles away. I mean, I'd have to take the bus. On the other hand, Gibson's is only ten blocks away, but I gotta cut through the park, and there's this over breed of pigeons-".

"Elliott" Five cut him off, his rambling only eating away at the time.

"It's like five, maybe six hours" Elliott mumbled.

"Attention all units, we have a code 3-15 at the Holbrook Sanitarium" The cracked voice came through the radio.

"The hell is a code 3-15?" Five asked, eyes darting from Elliott to Inanna.

"Fugitives on the run" Elliott said with a mouthful of cereal.

Five stepped closer to the radio "Twenty-five patients still at large. Many are considered armed and dangerous".

"Oh, Diego" Five whispered.

"I never asked yesterday... who is Diego?" Elliott asked.

"Imagine Batman, then aim lower" Five said as the police continued communicating over the radio. "You get started on that film. I'll be back as soon as I can" Five said stepping passed Inanna to the kitchen.

"I'm coming" Inanna said turning on her heel to follow after him.

"No" Five stopped in front of Inanna and turned to face her, tucking his hands into his pockets.

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