Five's POV
"Hiya, Five. How's it going?" Dot asked.I continued with my work, pulling out the piece of paper from the top of the typewriter. "I must have utter silence in order to complete this task."
"Oh, okay," she stammered as I rolled up the piece of paper.
"Hey, a few of us are having lunch, and I was wondering if you..." Dot continued.
I opened a nearby cabinet, ignoring her.
She cleared her throat. "...you're doing something."
I pulled out a capsule, putting the rolled up piece of paper inside.
I closed the cabinet, getting up and walking into the Tube Room.
Opening a slot, I went to put the capsule inside.
The Handler walked up to me, her heels clicking on the floor. "I'm afraid that's not procedure."
She took the capsule from me, motioning to a much older woman with glasses. "Five, meet Gloria."
Gloria walked up to us.
"Gloria is perhaps the single most vital cog in our machine."
"Oh!" Gloria chuckled, waving her hand.
"Gloria, this is Number Five."
I nodded politely.
"Look at you," she smiled. "Deadly little thing."
Gloria shook her head, taking the capsule from the Handler. "So happy we decided to close the contract on your life."
"I'm afraid your reputation precedes you," Handler said. "And it looks like you're building on it here."
She opened the rolled up piece of paper. "Oh. Karl Weber. Now tell me, why unfortunate Karl?"
"Karl Weber is the butcher at the shop where Captain Ernst A. Lehmann acquires his weekly roast. So, if Karl dies, his butcher shop is passed on to his son Otto, who...never washed his hands, which is disgusting," I explained.
"So he's the one who gives the captain his roast," Handler exclaimed.
I nodded, "And that gives him good poisoning."
"Which makes him late for work," Handler continued. "Which delays the takeoff."
"And to make up for lost time, the Hindenburg flies through a weather front of high electrical charge and humidity. "
"And the static electricity inside the aircraft makes it a virtual tinderbox," she added. "Tiny engine sparks..."
"And just like that, we have..." I said, mimicking an explosion with my hand.
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"I'm sure you've all heard that Mr. Five has proven to be as adept with a pen as he was with a sword," she announced to the other workers in the room.
She patted me on my back as I made my way back to my workspace. "Let his effort serve as inspiration to you all."
I sat down.
"Herb! How long have you been on the Lusitania?" Handler remarked.
"Oh, ah...Well, let's see, I, uh...I..." he stuttered.
"Sorry?" she urged.
"When I first started..." he mumbled.
"Sorry? I can't hear you."
He muttered, trying to answer her question.
"Still can't hear you."
The buzzer sounded, signaling it was time for lunch.
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