The moment Five had reappeared in the empty Slytherin common room - fully dressed in his umbrella academy uniform - he was heavily kicked in the jaw - the boy stumbling back slightly at the impact.

He quickly retrieved his balance and snapped himself out of the shock, clutching his jaw tightly as he glared coldly at the blond woman before him.

He let go of his aching mandible, sneering at Lila - who had a small black suitcase held protectively in her hands.

"Oh, I see how this is now." The brunet said irritatedly as he ran forwards - simultaneously roundhouse kicking the inept girl twice in the face, the sound harsh and loud against the near silence.

The blond Slytherin smirked and retaliated, rapidly changing her footing slightly in the middle of Five's third powerful kick to her torso - booting him at the place directly adjacent to where he aimed.

They both stepped back for a moment, nothing but the sound of the cackling fire and faint huffing filling the room.

Lila suddenly jutted forwards, kicking high up to where the old teen's temple was - immediately brought down by yet another rapid and forceful kick to her single unstable leg before she could reach him, a leather school shoe pressed lightly against her bare neck - completely threatening, ready to expertly crush her oesophagus at any given moment.

The girl blew her sleek blond hair out of her face with a near breathless puff, speaking with a large sneer that didn't quite suit her - and a slightly raspy voice.

"You're better than I thought."
A thin smirk spread itself across the other's face, lost breath fully caught.

"And you, where completely average."
He said, sighing as he turned his neck a fraction to the left.

"You can come out now!" The old teen hollered, clenching his jaw in an annoyed manner - still looking down at the girl under the mercy of his foot.

Slow claps rang throughout the common room, bouncing off the carved stone walls .

A tall, skinny woman heavily dressed in an expensive fur dress with imprinted ( or real ) leopard spots dotting the whole thing - fashioning a small ebony wide brim hat with lace the same colour sticking up from it, imitating the shape of small detailed feathers.

Shoulder length hair falling in waves, like a fountain of dark chocolate - her looks giving off people that false sense that she was in her early twenties, and not over a hundred.

Ageing prevention at the commission really does work its magic.

She smirked, the long bark coloured cigarette pointing upwards towards the thick glass ceiling.

"Well done, you figured it out."

"Well it wasn't very hard handler, she fights exactly like every one of you commission drones." He stated almost boredly.

The handler gave a faux grin, thin pointed heels clacking as she walked off the carpet and towards the blond and the brunet - speaking in a throaty yet clear voice.

"No matter here we are, together again." She exhaled deeply.
"I gotta ask, did you miss me you little shit?" Lila laughed in a high tone before giving off squeaky grunts and groans, the old teen pressing against her throat with his shoe harder - making her struggle and give weak attempts to push it off.

The handler chuckled a little.
"You've got a good nose."

"You've had her spy on me from the moment I arrived, don't pretend that I didn't notice. Girl's not very subtle, she was staring at me during the ceremony with such intent, you would of though that she wanted to rape me."

"Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." She sighed out, puffing out a long stripe of grey smoke.
Lila choked softly beneath Five as he pushed a little harder, the boy turning to the woman before him.

"She's your-"
"-New recruit." She filled in, speaking a little faster.
"Yes. And she's new, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't crush her windpipe."

Five clenched his jaw tightly again, giving a final harsh push, moving his foot out of the way and back onto the smooth rock titles - the blond moving away as she cried out in relief, panting.

She stood up clumsily and moved towards the old teen who nearly murdered her - firmly gritting her small teeth as she hissed through them, glaring intently at him.
"Oh, I'm so going to enjoy killing you some day."

"Lila darling, would you go back to your friends, please?"
Five shifted his gaze from the blond's to the handler's, smirking heavily.

"Yes, the grown-ups need to talk."
The girl huffed once more before stalking off, Five staring her down smugly until she disappeared out of view - the girl angrily kicking one of the green velvety chairs as she left.

Five quickly turned his body so it was facing the remaining woman, hands in his pocket as he questioned her briskly.
"What is you want?"

A pause.

"Do you like jazz, Five?" The handler asked as she inhaled sharply.
"I'd rather lick a cheese grater."

The woman gave a grin as she awed.
"Jazz, is like a beautiful woman." She spoke, elongating the a in her first word.
"Complex, emotion, hard to please."
Heels clack as she walked around the handsomely decorated common room.

"She doesn't just give it to you ... she makes you work for it-"
"-I'm really hoping that you're going somewhere with this." Five said as he leaned back on the balls of his heels.

"Under my leadership, the commission would sound more like ... jazz." The handler whispered the last word, mimicking a soft jazz rhythm with a dreamy look on her face.

The temps commission - an extremely confusing topic that is to be discussed another day.

"And what about the board of directors?"

The board of directors, is a group of people leading the commission - A.J Carmichael is currently the chair, and has the most amount of authority.

He's also a fish inside a circular fixed tank, which is attached to a real human body ( that no longer has its original head )

The handler giggled, pointing a gloved finger at Five.
"And that's when you, come in."

The old timer looked up at her with a tilted head, shaking it as he smiled sarcastically.
"Nope. No, it isn't."

The woman continued to circle the brunet closely like a hawk, folding her hands behind her back with her cigar wedged between her fingers.

"In exchange for the assassination of the board, I'm willing to call off the two hitmen that tried to kill you earlier."

The old boy inhaled and turned to face the woman.
"What about the end of times? That's about to kick off soon."

"That'll go away." She airily said.

"I distinctly remember you telling me that the end of times had to happen, that it was supposed to happen."

"Back then I was toeing the company line, but once I'm in charge ..." she moved behind Five and danced along to her own soft jazz again, pressing herself lightly onto his back.

"... we can riff." The brunet looked off the the crackling fire, considering the idea.
"Jazz."

"Exactly." She said, moving herself away from the old teen.
Five drew a soft breath in, placing his hand on his nape.

"What about the board of directors, hmm?
I mean nobody knows who they are."

"Correct. But once every fiscal quarter, they get together for a board meeting."

"Where?" Five asked, almost in a demanding tone as he lowered his hand from his neck.

"The question is when. They meet somewhere in the timeline but never in the same place twice.
The exact location and date of these board meetings, is the most closely guarded secret at the Commission."

"But you know where it's going to be, don't you?" He said knowingly, leaning back onto the velvety armrest once more.

"Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't?" She asked, placing a hand on her his in a manner that said 'duh'.

Five uncrossed his arms and walked towards the portrait of Salazar.
"I need some time to think about it."

"Fine. But remember, the end of times is right around the corner. And the way things are going, I'm your only option."

Five paused, and turned his head.

"Not yet you aren't."

He blinked out of the room in a magnificent blue haze - another figure in the dark shadows slinking through the darkness like a predator, and out of the common room.

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I apologise for the long chapter
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