Working for the Commission had many perks especially for Eight Hargreeves. She was a respected member of the Commission. And she knew many people around the office. In power there are multitudes. Anyway, let's tell you a little about her time as a field operator.
Even though Eight and Five were a duo, they were sent into the field alone most of the time. And boy did Eight did get many odd missions on her time there. Many different eras with many different people.
The Commission had many brilliant people and they worked for them, to invent new ways of doing many things. Eight hated it, especially when they would give her the special drink of changing her appearance. She hated the fact it tasted like cherry medicine.
As she swallowed the horrid drink this time, she quickly felt its effects kick in. Her body changing from her older self to her younger twenty-something-year-old. And all for a simple mission. After she was done recoiling the blonde woman thanked the scientist and walked out, walking towards the briefcase room, as she would be traveling in time.
"Miss Eight, aren't you looking radiant," the chirpy woman in charge of the briefcase that day.
"Yeah a few decades younger," the woman said as she was handed the suitcase, "I'll be off now." was all she said and was gone from sight.
The Commission had Eight traveling back and forth in time, taking advantage of her skill. They had no idea how she did everything so effortlessly. Well, that was a secret for her and her husband to know about. She didn't like using her powers after the events of James, but in rough times she had no choice.
Old man Five had arrived in the Commission after another successful mission, dropping off the briefcase to the happy woman.
"Mr. Five it's good to see you!" she smiled grabbing the case, "Your wife just left, how funny," she giggled.
Five rolled his eyes not really caring, "Thanks for the information," he said and walked off.
Ever since he and his wife agreed to the deal, the two quickly rose the charts as some of the best assassins. They learned quickly and were able to kill without a second thought. Eight Hargreeves especially. Five thought it was due to the training their father had put her through, along with the one here and her powers, she was unstoppable.
He was in their shared home provided by the Commission. He walked over to their dining table, taking off his blazer and rolled up his sleeves. He looked down on the table to see a handwritten note.
Five,
When you get back I'll be gone to another mission. Don't worry I'll be fine and safe.
I love you, darling.
- Eight
P.S. I left your dinner in the fridge, hope you like spaghetti and meatballs.
The man smiled at the note and put it back down on the table, then walking over to their drinks. And pouring himself a good amount before sitting down on a chair. He sighed deeply. All of this just to get back home somehow.
With a hard thud, Eight appeared in flash hitting the wall with a groan. "God," she gasped looking around the large stone buildings, "Ancient Rome," she said.
Putting down the case, she grabbed her second bag and changed into the garments of the time. Then looking she opened a portal to the top of the building and hid it well. Knowing she'd come back for it.
Now, most of the mission was pretty boring, so let me just tell you the basics of what happens. Eight has to go around listening and talking, trying to get herself into the higher class. The whole mission is that she makes sure that Julius Caesar does die, as somehow in this reality it didn't happen. Now Eight has been at this time for a while, and the day has come. Julius knew something was up with the mysterious beauty. So he had no choice to call for her death.
The blonde was currently in her home, that she was lucky enough to get with wonderful lies. She knew what was coming and was currently sharpening her sword, just as she heard the familiar thuds of leather and armor clicking.
"Lady Eriel, your death has been called after your emperor," one of the soldiers said.
The blonde lifted her head and looked at them over. None carried a shield. They were unsuspecting.
"And I say no," she replied, getting up, gripping her sword, and swinging it around.
The guard laughed at the sight of the petite blonde, "Then you should die with honor." he said and stepped forward to hit her with a sword but she blocked him. Holding the position Eight brought up her foot and kicked him in the stomach, sending him tumbling.
A man had an ax and swung it at the girl but she quickly blocked it and missed when he hit her with the end of it. She slowly turned to the man and swung at the man with the sword, but rather than stab him. She gripped the flat end taking his ax away from him, then stabbing him. This wasn't a dangerous situation. But she really wanted to have fun.
As another man tried to stab her she disappeared out of thin air making all the men's eyes widen and point their weapons at the air. They were shocked, what type of magic was this.
"I'm back here," the voice spoke behind them.
They all quickly turned very afraid and saw another guard on the floor with no head. Her sword stained the blood of the man.
Another soldier felt brave to swing at her but she lifted her sword to meet his. Their eyes meet as the swords are and 'x' form. The man's eyes widened when he saw her blue eyes shine with a golden hue.
Eight smirked and used this distraction to grab his sword out of his hand, and using both to cleanly swipe through his neck. The blood squirting all over her and staining her robes and face. The head rolled on the ground with a hard thud.
The other men watched as his eyes were surprised on the head.
"Gods," one of the men whispered.
"Gods is right," she replied, swinging both swords and striding over to them.
The men tried their best blocking her, but they were no use to the woman who was somehow very trained. Each man fell either stabbed or headless. Most of the blood on the floor matching their red and gold uniforms. While her pearly white robes were no longer white but stained with blood.
Letting the swords clatter, she rolled her head hearing it crack. Feeling relieved after the events. The blonde then stepped through a portal near Marcus' home.
Not caring about her appearance, she strolled in scaring many of his house-maids seeing her covered in blood.
"Marcus!" she called out in the home, as she walked looking for the familiar dark-haired man.
As she walked further she saw him standing in his courtyard garden.
"Marcus," she called again coming up beside him.
The man snapped out of his day-dreaming and looked over to the blonde who wasn't looking at him. His eyebrows rose as he looked over her appearance.
"Gods, Eriel, what happened?" he asked her, hoping there were no injuries upon his new friend.
The blonde waved her hand, "Don't worry about it, but you have to promise me about your plans happening today," she said now turning to face the man.
"How does that matter, look at—" he began lifting his hand to her face looking for any injuries.
Eight brought her hand to his, removing it from her, "—Marcus I just need you to this alright?" she told him seriously.
The man nodded agreeing that it was happening today. The Murder of Julius Ceasar.
"Did he do this?" he asked finally now looking back at the garden, his hands clasped behind his back.
The blonde chuckled, "He had his suspicions," she simply replied.
Marcus said nothing, but something about the way she spoke made him know one thing, "You're leaving," he stated.
"Yes," Eight replied with a nod.
"Will I ever see you again, my friend?" he asked her, still not turning to her.
"Don't miss me too much, Marcus," she finally said, patting his shoulder, "I'll see on the other side."
Marcus turned behind him, but she was already gone. The man furrowed his eyebrows at the situation but then shook his head with a slight smile. The woman was an anomaly that he would never figure out. It was odd that he called her his friend, as he was about to kill one of his. For a woman, she was brilliant and strong, something rarely seen around these parts. He knew there was something off about her, but never questioned it. But he knew he would see her indeed on the other side one day.
Eight had opened a portal to the roof of the same house she had arrived by, grabbing the case and disappearing from this ancient roman times. As she popped back into the briefcase room she started the woman working there.
The lady looked her over and smiled, "Another successful mission I suspect," she said happily.
"Yes," Eight replied and walked out of the room, to the man who had her file. Snatching off the desk she walked over to the Handler's room and threw it on her desk.
"The task is done," Eight said, walking out not wanting to talk to the woman any longer.
Turning the corner she was gone and popped back the house she and her husband shared. Walking over to the dinner table she saw a note.
Eight,
I got called for another task, I loved the spaghetti. Thanks sweetheart, I'll be back before you know it.
Love you
- Five
Eight frowned at the note but knew she couldn't complain. This is what they chose to do. So she put back the note. She looked down at her hands and saw the wrinkles on it returning back to her. Seems the youth trick had worn off now. Shrugging she walked into the bathroom taking a needed shower, to wash off all the soldier's blood. And that she did.
Eventually getting dressed and slipping into the thick sheets of the bed. Falling asleep, something she got for the first time in a while. In the middle of the night, she felt the bed shift under more weight.
It was Five who wrapped his arms around her. The few times the two spent together was sleeping and occasional tasks they were given together. Holding her close tonight, as he knew in the morning they would be off to more killing for the Commission. The endless cycle of working, all to have a chance of returning home.
Eight's face was slammed against a table. She groaned loudly as the pain tingled over her face. Currently, she was tied up on a chair with no way to escape as men questioned her. She had made a mistake in the job she was doing. It leads to her being caught and now here she was suffering punishments from random Russian men. With very strong accents may I add.
"Tell us who you work for," The large man hissed, gripping her hair harshly.
"I don't work for anyone—" she began but her face was met towards the table again. God if this keeps up she will end up with a broken nose.
"Liar!" The man yelled sighed loudly, running his hands through his hair. As he stared at the bruised blonde woman in some skimpy dress.
Okay, you might be confused, so let me help clear this up a little bit. Eight was sent to complete a task, but somehow she was preoccupied in her mind. Duh. So, what happened was when she arrived in Russia she quickly changed and went around doing her talking and listening for her target. But there was this whole ball that went down one day and she was there. Not a big deal you may be thinking. Wrong. At this ball, was a well known Russian mafia, someone that was not Eight's target. And she knew this.
She noticed that her target was moving to a room and well she decided to follow. Turns out the big boss man was too. Just so happens that the rooms were right across each other. Ha, funny. Eight went to investigate and noticed a man closing a door. The wrong door. But she didn't know that, thinking that only her target had the closed door.
Little miss blonde confident as shit, kicks the door open with a gun in hand, but gasps as she sees the wrong man. Fuck she thought to herself as she saw the man raise an eyebrow.
"Shit," she said aloud instead, wanting to be a little more formal.
From there everything went whoop, down a hill. The gun was knocked out of her hand, and was shoved to the ground. Head covered in some sack and thrown in a car. Now, here she was being beaten to a pulp.
Groaning again she lifted her head and looked at the tall man. He was cute, she would admit. Long hair, pretty eyes, toned body. She had to find a way out of this fast. All she knew was that she was in some random warehouse who knows where. There were eight, (Ha) men in the room including Mr boss man. Slowly she rolled her neck around knowing this was about to go down. That's if she thought this out correctly.
"Now answer me, who do you work for?" the man asked once more, his hands on his hips.
Before she could answer, there was a ringing on the table. The phone on it had begun to ring.
The man looked at it oddly but picked it up nonetheless, walking away from the woman in case she could hear.
The blonde looked at him oddly as he spoke softly, she could hear from the distance that he was very confused.
"How did you get thi—" he started to say but was cut off by something someone said on the other end. The man looked up to the blonde and furrowed his eyebrows. He huffed and walked up to her and offered the phone to her.
"For you," he said harshly, shocking the phone to her ear and shoulder.
"Yes?" she said, still looking at the man.
"Sweetheart I need you in London in 24 hours, so I need you out of this warehouse," Five's voice spoke through the receiver. His voice sounded very amused, knowing he caught the blonde making a mistake.
"Oh wipe that smirk off your face, I'll see you soon," she murmured on the phone.
"Love you," he said with a slight chuckling.
"Yeah, yeah, love you too," she finished and offered a motion that she was done with the call.
"Who was that? Your boss?" he asked her seriously.
The blonde chuckled, "No, it was my husband. He needs me home, so I would untie me if I were you," the blonde said with a smile.
The man laughed at her request, "You think you are leaving?" he asked rhetorically, "No, you will die." He said coming close to her face. A mistake on his part.
"Don't think so," Eight whispered and slammed her head onto his. Stunning him and getting up from the chair and smacking him with it. Then kicking another man and equally hitting him with the chair. As another man came from behind her with a knife, she slammed the chair down on his toe and swung her head back to break his nose. This went on for a while, as she blocked the hits from the men while she used the chair as a shield. Having no other choice, she used the leverage of a man on the floor, jumping in the air and landing on her back as she shattered the chair.
Groaning she quickly got up but was grabbed by behind, but she thought quicker and grabbed his wrist twisting it, hearing it crack she turned and began to hit with a piece of the chair she was tied onto. Pushing him far back enough she was able to run to him and wrap her legs around his head and slam him onto the ground harshly.
She got up dusting herself off and found a gun on the floor and shot all the men killing them. Now no one would be able to deal with this man. Walking over to one of the men she stole their blazer off them and put it on. As she was putting it on, the phone began to ring again.
Walking over to it she answered it, "Yes?"
"Are you coming yet?" His voice asked through the receiver.
The blonde hummed gripping the gun in her hand, "Yes, but let me do one thing before we leave."
"And what—" he asked but was cut off by the sound of being put in a pocket. He rolled his eyes not knowing what had happened.
The dark-haired man looked around at the London view as he heard muffled voices through the call. Wonder what she's up to—his thought was answered when he heard a bullet being shot. Then the voices of many screaming women.
Eight had opened a portal to her target's house, and walked into his room with prostitutes and had shot him. The screaming coming from the scared women who watched the blonde shoot the man and leave the house. As she stepped out from the room she opened a portal back to her hotel room.
"Alright give me your exact location, it'll be easier then," Eight finally spoke up.
"So are you not going to talk about whoever you just shot?" Five asked curiously.
"My target," she answered simply.
Five snorted at the answer, typical Eight, "Westminster Bridge," he said.
"See you in a second," she said and canceled the call.
Stepping through the portal she saw one man standing on the bridge. London's sun was rising. Slowly she walked over to stand next to him, saying nothing.
The couple looked over the bridge towards the river and distant buildings.
"Beautiful isn't?" Eight finally spoke up, her hands in her pockets.
Five looked away from the view to look at the blonde, he smiled, "It is," he said.
"So why did you call me here?" Eight said now turning to meet Five's blue eyes.
The man grabbed her hand into his, pulling her to a walk, "Well my task requires me to attend sort of gala, and I wanted a date," he told her with a smile, his dimple showing, "The Handler—"
"Ugh," Eight groaned hearing her name.
Five rolled his eyes at her antics, "Told me you were in the same time period, so why not ask my wife to accompany me?" he offered to her.
Eight blushed at the question, "You're lucky we both look like this rather than some old prunes," she laughed.
"I would take you even if you looked like a prune," he said pausing the walk to pull her into a short sweet kiss.
"Since when are you such a ladies man?" she whispered as their faces were close together.
"When I began liking you, at ten years old," he replied.
"Well you're buying my dress ladies man," she said, the corner of her lip rising for a smile.
Five laughed at her response, "I knew you would say something like that."
And the couple went and did just that, but first breakfast! You can't kill people without food, obviously.
"I love pancakes," Eight moaned delightfully as she shoved a forkful of the bread into her mouth.
Five chucked as she tilted her head back savoring the food that she chewed.
"There is literally nothing else in this world that I love more, it's pancakes and coffee," she said as she picked up the mug to take a sip of her bitter coffee.
And it was true, the woman whenever she had the chance, would eat them. Didn't matter what mission, she always loved eating the great food that somehow found itself in her heart. The fluffiness alongside the syrup dripped over it. Chef's kiss.
"I could tell," he said as he ate his matching pair of pancakes, with his coffee.
"Well how's work without me helping you?" she asked him shoving another forkful of pancakes.
Her husband rolled his eyes at the question, "Annoying but I'll get past it," he grumbled sipping his coffee.
"I heard from Herbie that you are doing pretty good though. You are finishing your missions," she told him as she swallowed her food.
"Who?" Five asked, raising an eyebrow.
The blonde waved her hand, "Never mind," she told him.
"How about you?" He asked her, while cutting up small triangles in his pancakes.
"I'm doing great, I mean it's so much fun, being all these different times," she gushed, lifting her hands.
"Eight, you were about to be killed today," Five deadpanned.
The blonde shrugged, "No, I had it under control," she told him pointing her fork at him, "plus I was almost killed in Russia!"
Her husband rolled his eyes at her words. Of course, Eight would see the positives of almost being killed in Russia. He trusted her knowing she did have it under control. The only person capable of killing Eight Hargreeves was Eight Hargreeves. He gave a small smile, as she continued to ramble on about her experience in Russia. Five Hargreeves could never get enough of the blonde.
Hours later of mindless talk the couple finally decided on their wonderful outfits. Five went simple and decided on a three-piece suit, with ridiculous—Eight's words—glasses.
"Why the glasses?" Eight asked cringing looking at the man.
The man shrugged, "I have to play the part, darling," he told her as he fixed his tie under the waistcoat.
"Yeah well your part, makes you look like a complete idiot," she said coming out from the bathroom running her hands over the silk fabric that adorned her body. It was a pretty emerald green color.
Five looked through the mirror and saw the blonde, his breath faltering for a second. It was a long dress that showed a fair amount of cleavage. It was tight on her upper body, then flaring down to the floor. His favorite part was the slit that started from her mid-thigh. She was beautiful.
The woman walked over to the mirror still oblivious to the look her husband was giving her. She leaned forward as she put on her small diamond studs, then gave herself a look in the mirror. Turning to see behind, her back mostly exposed. She nodded fixing her now long blonde hair.
Finally, she turned to her husband who hadn't kept his eyes off her, "Looks good right?"
He smiled and nodded stepping closer, "You look great," he replied his face leaning to kiss her, but was met with her pointer finger.
"I just put on this lipstick, Five, no," she said, so she blew him a kiss and began walking out of the room.
"You're annoying," he called after her.
"I'm aware," Eight called back, still walking ahead of him.
He wasn't complaining, the view wasn't bad, her hips swayed as she walked and he couldn't get enough of it.
The duo eventually got to the event along with the many other couples that were already dancing and drinking.
"Well, go on do your mission, I will be in the corner drinking my life away," she whispered to him and headed off without another word.
Five opened his mouth to say something to her, but as he turned she was already gone. He sighed frustrated at her actions. Fixing his composure he remembered that he was here for and headed off to talk around.
Eight reached the bar, raising her hand, catching the attention of the bartender.
"What can I get you?" he asked her politely.
"Bourbon on the rocks," she said, lifting two fingers in the air.
The man nodded and headed off to the back, leaving her leaning on the counter as she waited.
"Hey there—" the man began but Eight didn't even look at him, she had lifted her palm towards his face.
"Not interested," she deadpanned but it seems this man wasn't backing off. He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of her hand.
"The name's Dylan," he said as she finally looked over at him.
Eight rose her eyebrow, looking over the man that looked in his mid-forties, but could pass as younger.
"Ella," replied Eight without missing a beat, then turning to grab her drink the bartender gave her.
"You're not from around here are you, Ella?" he asked her as he watched her take a drink from her glass.
"The accent, gives it away, huh?" she offered to the man cocking her head.
The man chuckles nodding, "Yeah, you know you look a little familiar," he said furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at her over. There was something about her that seemed familiar; he just couldn't place it.
The woman shrugged, "I doubt I have met you before, I'm new around these parts," she told him as she took another drink.
Dylan nodded but still doubted it, he had such a strong feeling that he was right, "Would you like to dance?"
Eight looked at the dancing crowd and decided on why the hell not. It's not like Five was a jealous man. Well, she didn't know that.
"Eh, why not?" she replied, downing her drink quickly and accepting the hand of Dylan.
The man gave her a grin and pulled her along the floor, with the rest of the couples. It was no surprise the two were experienced dancers. The spins and the dips. Eight and Dylan's laughter rang as they danced over the whole floor.
"You know I want you to meet one of my best friends," he told her near her ear.
Eight didn't answer as she looked up on the second floor it was Five motioning her over. She made eye contact and nodded.
"Maybe later," she told him, pulling away from him, she kissed her cheek and left his arms.
The blonde rushed up the steps to meet her husband that was calling her over urgently.
Dylan looked at her body as she retreated the room and sighed. There was something about her and he knew it. A hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Dyl, you okay?" the voice of another man asked his friend.
Dylan put his hands in his pockets and furrowed his eyebrows, still looking at the direction of the woman left, "I could have sworn I saw Eleanor," he finally said.
The man next to him, eyes widened, "What?" he asked his friend.
"Chris, I think I saw Eleanor, but she called herself Ella. She looked at me and she didn't know me," he explained to his friend.
Christopher sighed inwardly, he knew things that Dylan would never understand. And he was told that no one would know what was happening.
On the other side of the building was the married couple walking down a corridor. Looking very determined.
"Well, It's a blessing I'm here no?" Eight asked her husband who grumbled.
"Yeah, you were off dancing with some other man, and you're married," he huffed towards her as they continued to walk down the hall.
Eight gasped, "Don't tell me you're a jealous man?" she chuckled.
"Well I have a reason to be," he told her as he glanced over.
"Five we've been together since we were eleven," Eight laughed, "Why would I leave you now?"
Five rolled his eyes but he didn't answer. So, they just continued walking through the large building.
"I'm guessing this is a storage place, so be careful," he told her.
The blonde nodded agreeing.
The couple crouched as he opened the door and headed off in different directions. Listening to the echoing voice of a man speaking to others. They were surrounded by many tall shelves of boxes filled with many things.
Eight peeked from one of the shelves and noticed that the important men were speaking in a circle and the rest were guards. There was a man near her with his back facing her. Quickly she moved her dress to the side taking out a knife that was strapped to her thigh. As silent, as she could, she lunged forward putting a hand over his mouth and slicing his throat. Lowering the body to the ground softly. Then searching his pockets, finding his gun that she took with her.
Five on the other side did the same, slumping the body down on the ground, grabbing his gun, and stuffing it in his pants. Then jumping forward to another man and choking him while covering his mouth. So far the plan was going well. That was well before a thud was heard from Eight's side.
"God, Eight," he whispered, slapping his head.
Eight was being choked as the large man was crushing her. Eight gasped and swung her fist at his throat temporarily cutting off his breathing. The man dropped the girl as she coughed. As he was stunned she lunged and grabbed her knife stabbing in the heart killing him. Looking up she realized her mistake, all the men were looking at her.
"Shit," she said looking up, seeing her husband across on the other side slapping his face.
"Kill her," the main man said looking over at his guards who all pointed their guns at her.
Eight stood from her spot looking small as all the large men had their guns pointing at her.
"Bye little girl," the older man smirked thinking he had won.
Eight took a deep breath hoping her powers didn't fail on her now. Hoping that the days she spent training with Diego throwing knives at her worked.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the men pulled their triggers shooting the bullets towards the girl. Now we obviously know during this time she didn't know about the Force or whatever, so she had to push her regular abilities pretty far this time.
She moved her hands forward, stopping the bullets in their spot. She smirked as they began to freeze in the air. Carefully she turned her palms to face herself then pushing them forward.
Five knew what was about to happen so he ducked behind anything, and just as he did, the bullets rained on the many men surrounding her. All of them dropping dead, now only leaving behind the "bosses."
All of their smirks falling form their faces, as they see the blonde woman standing still alive.
"What are you?" he hissed as she walked forward.
"God," she said as she punched him in the face, "Five now would be a good time to help me!"
And that's exactly what he did, jumping from his spot he grabbed his gun and shot some men near him. Finally reaching his wife, the two working together to beat the remaining men who still fought back. Five grabbed Eight as he used her legs to hit other men in the face. Then putting her down.
"Wow, thanks for the head-up idiot," she said sarcastically as she grabbed another man's punch and threw him over her back and hard onto the floor. Not forgetting to use her feet to snap his neck.
As all of them were on the floor, she was grabbed into a chokehold, with a gun pressing her temple, "Don't move or I shoot your woman!" the man yelled pulling the blonde with him.
"Let her go, Viggo, she has nothing to do with this!" Five said his gun was also facing him.
"You followed me everywhere, and to now have your woman die? Pathetic," the man hissed towards the man.
"She's not my woman," Five finally said, pulling his trigger and shot Eight as she screamed and slumped on the floor.
Viggo's eyes grew wide as he looked down to his feet to see the dead blonde, "You are crazy," he huffed and went to pull his trigger but Five was quicker and shot the man in the chest.
He looked down to his chest, to see it begin to bleed, dropping to his knees, and falling back staring at the ceiling.
Five walked over, "You had to die for the future to continue," Five shrugged looking at the man taking his last breath.
He then walked over to his wife, flipping her around as she gripped her shoulder, "You piece of shit!" she hissed.
"Sorry it was that, or me letting him go," he said, helping her up to stand.
When she was standing up she brought her knee up to his groin as groaned in pain, "What the fuck Eight?"
"Oh did that hurt?" she asked as she stood still gripping her shoulder.
"Yes," he breathed out standing up straight.
"Well at least you didn't get shot," said Eight opening a portal to their room, leaving it open for Five to enter.
The blonde walked over to the first aid kit she would carry for emergencies like this, "You're fixing this," she breathed laying down on the bed not wanting to move.
Five nodded and began working on her shoulder while she hissed in pain as he did what he needed. Finishing he wrapped it up in a bandage tightly to keep it from bleeding. He then lay in the bed next to her.
"Thank you for helping me," he finally said.
The blonde turned her head to him as he did the same. She smiled and leaned forward planting a kiss on his lips. Then grabbing his hand in hers.
"Anytime darling," she said squeezing his hand, "Just don't shoot me next time."
Five laughed at her words nodding.