"So, what?" Diego asked. His brows were creased in confusion. "You just let her go?"

Five paced behind the couch as he replied, "Well, Vanya had a lot to process."

I nodded in agreement. "She has no memory of any of us or what happened," I added. "She doesn't even know who she is."

Diego glanced across the room to me. I was sat in the same armchair as before. "How is that possible?" He asked.

"I'm not sure," I answered honestly. "Maybe she lost her memories when we traveled back in time. She was still unconscious then."

Diego hummed in agreement. "Does she still have her powers?"

I nodded. "She just found out about them. It seems she has a better grasp on controlling it though." Diego scoffed in disbelief. I didn't blame him for his reaction, but this was basically a fresh start for Vanya. If anyone deserved something, it's her, especially after all of those years of neglecting and lies from Reginald.

"She'll come around," Five spoke up again. "I know she will."

"What about the guys that went after her?" Diego asked. I watched as Lila finished putting a clean bandage on Diego's stab wound.

"The Swedes?" Five questioned. Lila had a look in her eyes that made me think she knew something about them. She was a very strange girl. She acted as if she was ahead of her time. If there was one thing I learned at the Order, it was to always be observant of others, and right now, I was starting to notice small things about Lila that came off as suspicious.

"Yeah, I mean, how do you know they won't go after her again?" Diego asked Five. I stood up and walked over to the window across from me. My eyes peered out the glass as I watched people walk by. There was one person that caught my eyes. I couldn't tell if the person was male or female because they were stood in all black clothing with a skin tight mask covering their face. I felt eery chills as I stared at the person, who appeared to be looking back at me.

"We don't," Five replied simply. I tore my eyes away from the creepy shadow of a person.

Elliot walked into the room timidly and handed Lila a mug, placing another one on a coaster on the coffee-table. He walked over to the window and handed me a white envelope. "This came in the mail for you," he said.

My face pulled into one of confusion. "Are you sure?" I asked Elliot. I didn't know anyone else in the sixties besides the Hargreeves, so I had no idea who could have sent me a letter or even how they knew where I was to send it in the first place.

Elliot shrugged unsurely. "Well, it has your name on it," he said before walking away again. Five glanced my way to see what was going on, so I held up the envelope. His eyes narrowed as he stared at my name that was written in simple handwriting on the front.

"Any idea who sent them?" Lila spoke up, talking about the Swedes. She took a sip of whatever was in her mug. I noticed that she had that look again in her eyes.

I began to tear open the envelope. I felt Five's eyes move away from mine. "Oh, I have my suspicions," he remarked. He bent over and picked up the mug that Elliot placed on the table. He must not trust Lila either based off of his answer. "But right now, our priority is finding Dad and getting answers, 'cause everything else depends on it."

I pulled a medium-sized Hallmark card out of the white envelope. It had a cute grizzly bear on the front of it with a speech bubble above that read, 'Hello old friend!' I opened the card to find the same bear on the inside, only whoever sent me the card, drew on him with red ink. The bear had blood dripping from his smile and even more crimson on it's claws. There was another speech bubble, 'I can't bear another moment without you!' Written in the same red pen, there was a personal message beside the bloodied bear. 'See you tonight. This is only the beginning.'

My eyes averted away from the card suddenly as I glanced back out of the window. The person dressed in all black who I had seen earlier was now gone.

"Which, for the record, I found him already," Diego said. I had almost forgotten that the other people in the room were still talking and going over a plan currently.

"And then let him go before we could have a meaningful conversation," Five interrupted his brother. He sent Diego a disappointed—but not surprised—smirk.

"He stabbed me," Diego stated.

Five leaned forward on the chair he was sitting on with the mug in his hand as he replied, "I'm surprised he waited this long, Diego. We've all had the urge."

Lila burst into laughter. Elliot also chuckled softly as he brought in three more mugs. He walked over and handed me one of them. Lila held up her arm for a high-five. "Good one!"

Five blatantly ignored her and turned his attention back to Diego, who acted as if he was offended by the joke. "Hey, hey, what about Alexa?" He asked. He kind of half glanced over the couch he was sitting on to get my input. "She's probably never had the urge."

I made my way back over to the others and sat in the armchair besides Five. I shrugged as I thought aloud, "No, I'm sure if you give me a minute, I can think of something." Everyone except Diego started laughing again.

"Anyway," Five said, bringing the subject back to what we were previously talking about. "I know exactly where Dad's gonna be tonight." He pulled a piece of paper out of the pocket on the inside of his uniform.

Diego snatched it out of his hands as him and Lila read it over together. "Where'd you get this?" He sighed.

Five smirked. "Found it at his office," he answered. "While he was busy stabbing you."

Diego shot a glare at Five. "Ha-ha," he said sarcastically.

"'Hoyt Hillenkoetter and the Consulate General of Mexico in Dallas cordially invite your to a gala'," Diego read aloud.

My eyes widened in remembrance. "The hotel with the ice cream truck," I said suddenly, glancing at Diego.

"Huh?" Diego's brows were furrowed in confusion.

"I just thought of a moment where I had the urge to stab you," I explained. Diego's face dropped as he shook his head slowly in disbelief. "You told Klaus and I to wait in the car, while you took all the credit for killing Hazel and Cha-Cha, which—might I add—you failed to do."

Five sent me a smirk and chuckled to himself. "Told you," he said to Diego.

"Woah, wait," Elliot interrupted. We all glanced towards him as he was stood in the middle of the doorway. He pointed to the letter in Diego's hand, seeming to remember something when he read it out loud. "Hoyt Hillenkoetter? Are you serious?"

"You know him?" Five asked.

Lila gasped. "We should go." Diego raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Says there's gonna be a seafood tower," she replied.

"No, Hillenkoetter is one of the Majestic Twelve," Elliot spoke up. He walked over to stand at the head of the coffee table.

"The hell is the Majestic Twelve?" Diego asked.

"What?" Elliot asked. He seemed shocked that Diego had never heard of them. "It's a secret committee."

"They could've picked a better name," I said with a shrug. "They sound like acrobats in a traveling circus."

"The group is made up of scientists, military.. deep state," Elliot trailed off as he wandered over to his desk that was stood in the back of the room. Five and I had to turn around in our seats to pay attention to Elliot as he spoke, "No one knows what they really do."

"Wait, so they're government?" Diego grunted in pain as he sat up.

"Shadow Government," Elliot corrected. "Kennedy was the first president to try to push 'em into the light, but these guys are not to be trifled with." Elliot's hands flipped through different papers and artifacts he had as he searched for something. "Oh, here we go. Right here." The man walked over to Five with a black and white picture. He pointed to one of the many older men in the image. "That's Hoyt right there."

Lila gasped softly. "I only count eleven," she said.

"Well, that's because they've only identified eleven so far," Elliot revealed.

"Who's the twelfth?" Diego asked. Five, Diego, and I all shared the same look of realization. The last member of the group had to be Reginald Hargreeves. All signs were pointing to him.