A pyromantic wife and a spacial jumping husband face the dawn of a dead tomorrow; but what did it matter so long as they were hand in bloody hand?
As Lena Flores attempted to save the world, it all began to collapse in on them and they began to won...
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"There he is," muttered Five, eyes going straight to Lance as he began lifting his dog into the back seat of his car across the street. He looked like hed just been out for a morning run.
Lena took a glance in the mirror and realised she looked like she had just woken up; eyes still bleary, mind still foggy, hair in an even messier state than before, her natural curls coming out. It was a good thing she didn't need to look exceptional for their next task.
Sticking his hand into the duffel bag, Five retrieved a knife and turned to his wife.
"You can stay here if you want," he suggested, not failing to notice her fatigue. She stretched my legs, the injured one very achy and sore.
"Oh no, I want to see this," she said, a hint of an excited smile on her tired face. She held her hand out expectantly and he took it.
In a flash of blue, they were in Lance's car. Five was in the passenger seat, waiting for him to get into the drivers seat, and she was sat in the back next to his dog.
It looks at her and tilted it's head. She reached out and scratched behind the corgi's ears and it's little tail went wild. His scruffy face nudged against her hand and he made his way into her lap, laying down for the warmth she was giving off.
She found herself beaming at the innocent creature as it rested its face on his paws on my lap.
"No." Five muttered from the front.
Lena pouted.
"We're not keeping it."
Lena hugged the sweet little fuzz ball in her lap and he nestled closer to her. She must have felt like a little heater for the guy.
It's owner closed the car door shut after sitting down and right as he turned, he jumped in a startled daze at Five's presence.
"Oh, jesus!" He exclaimed, frightened.
Without even allowing Lance a chance to comprehend what was happening, he lunged forwards and pressed the blade dangerously close to his throat, his eyes ablaze. "One chance, that's all you've got. One chance to tell me exactly what's going on in that lab."
Lena stared at the side of Five's face with a smirk. Suddenly she was wide awake.
Lance swallowed in fear with his eyes wide and fixed upon the knife. She could tell that he was not the type of man to fight back. He seemed more of the cowardly type.
"I-I manufacture prosthetic devices for fake patients," he admitted quickly, voice shaky in terror. "I bill the insurance company and then sell them for cash on the black market."
From the backseat, Lena raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "So the eyeball we asked about?"
His eyes shot to her with horror, as though he'd only just noticed her. He looked terrified at the action of her petting his dog, but his dog didnt seem to mind, so she continued, staring Lance in the eye.
