They land in their hotel room. Everything around the room looks just the way they had left it in their hurry to get to the crime scene. Even the heavy air that surrounds the group remains. But for the people themselves, everything has changed. They are filled with a new kind of hopelessness and worry. The concern for their brother was real before, but now, with the visual, Klaus's life is hanging in the balance.
Diego kicks the cabinet and huffs. Five snatches up a pad of paper and a pen and starts scribbling furiously.
"Five, is Cha-Cha-" Luther starts.
"Yes." Five answers quickly, not looking up from his spot at the desk.
Allison writes "Plan?" on her pad and turns it over.
Five starts muttering in a voice that leaves the rest of the room confused as to who he is talking to - them or himself - and are those questions rhetorical?
"All this time we were looking for Temps Aeternalis when we really should have been out looking for assassins. I assumed Hazel and Cha-Cha were out of the equation. I should have known. Cha-Cha is not one to leave a job incomplete. So, what does she want, or should I say, what does the Commission want? The apocalypse? How does Klaus fit into this? She must have been the one to smoke us out, unless Hazel is back in, which I doubt. Did she time travel back with us or just get lucky with the timing? All this time. Huh. We should have been looking in places that follow Commision protocol for assassins. All the motels need to be searched. Does everyone know what Cha-Cha looks like?"
He looks around at his glaze-eyed family.
"Wha- oh, huh. Yeah." Diego responds. The others nod.
Five scowls but does not comment.
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They end up splitting into two groups and stopping by all the motels they can find in the city. Eventually, they meet at a diner to reconvene. No one had managed to find a "Cha-Cha" in any of the motel reservations. Just as their food arrives, a young boy comes up to the group and clears his throat.
"Are you the Hargreeves?"
"Yes." Vanya says.
Everyone looks around, confused. The boy hands over a small package, roughly the size of a book, to Vanya. He clears his throat nervously again.
"I was told I would be paid for delivering the box."
"Of course." Allison replies, digging through her purse and handing over a few bills to the boy, who scurries off. The rest of the siblings turn to Vanya.
"What is it?"
"Open it."
Vanya opens the package with shaking hands and a curved, slender item falls to the floor with a clatter. There is a note inside, but it is the object that catches their attention. Vanya screams. Lying on the checkered diner floor is a human rib.
