Commission Assassin's POV (the previous Mystery POV if you didn't figure that out.)

'She's incredible. Did you know she had those powers?'

I didn't know, nobody knew. Not the commission, not me, not anybody in this world. Her father didn't even know.

'We could've had one less idiot to kill if the kid didn't have the freakin' Lazarus effect.'

'I didn't know.', I answered, handing him the keys. I didn't want to drive this time.

'This kid is gonna make our lives harder. You know, you really shouldv-'

'Shut it. Don't talk about her like that, dummkopf.', I cut him off. His constant talking made me want to shoot myself sometimes.

He raised his palms up as if he were innocent.

'You know, I'm just saying, if you'd kept a closer watch on her we might not have-'

'I said shut it.'

If he didn't stop talking about my girl like a pawn to be played with, I'd shoot him instead of the Hargreeves. Yes, I'd used her of a pawn of my own, but I was given orders.

I tapped the hood of the car with my palm.

'They're taking the big ape guy home from the hospital. Drive, Friedrich.'

Five POV

'Just focus, sweetie. Put your hand on the rat. It isn't going to bite you. We have to do this to figure out what's going on with you.'

Klaus tried to get Annie to comply, but she was getting tired, and in turn, ever so fussy.

'I don't want to touch it again!', she screamed out, on the verge of tears.

This was giving me flashbacks. Flashbacks of how our dad had put us through constant grueling training. None of us wanted that for Annie, not in the slightest. But when a three year old child has the capability to resurrect a brain dead thirty-four year old man, the only safe option is to fully assess what she can do.

'Allison.', I said, in a stern tone.

'No. No way. I'm not rumoring her. I can't.'

'You need to, Allison. It may be the only way we can figure out what she's capable of.'

Klaus was behind me, pacing across the floor, silent. Vanya sat in the corner, watching carefully. Diego stood at the side of the table we worked at, in front of a pile of mangled white rats. We'd been at this for hours.

Dolores was at me side, looking through piles of books I'd pulled out of Reginald's office. Researching, seeing if he'd ever encountered something like this. We'd found nothing so far.

'We just need to get her to put her left hand on the rat. That's all. Just rumor her, a few little words, Allison. It's not child abuse.'

Dolores put a hand on my shoulder, wanting me to calm down. I was getting flustered.

'Klaus?', Allison asked, asking for his approval.

He shook his head. 'I don't like it, but it could be the only way.'

'Klaus is right. She's three. We need to know what she can do so we can prevent her from pulling a Vanya.', Diego commented.

'Hey!', Vanya shouted back at him, offended.

'Blew up the moon...', he mumbled under his breath.

'Just go ahead, Allison. Diego has a point.', Klaus allowed, a twinge of regret in his voice.

Allison nodded slowly.

She took Annie's hand, and she stopped protesting, calming down her tantrum.

'Hey sweetie, it's okay.'

She looked her deeply in the eyes, and Annie went silent.

'I heard a rumor ... that you listened to your uncle Five.'

Her eyes glazed over, and she turned to me, compliant. I nodded in thanks at Allison. Allison shook her head regretfully as she let go of Annie's hands.

'Okay, Annie. I need you to put your left hand on the little rat on the table, okay? Can you do that for me?'

She turned to the table, immediately obeying my words. Lifting our her chubby toddler hand, she placed it on the back of the squirmish white rat.

It did nothing. The rat was alive, still wriggling under her hand. Just as it had been with every other trial.

'This is useless. I'm done.', I said, rubbing my head and turning my back.

'Wait! Something happened.', Dolores stopped me as I started out of the den, pulling me back by the hand.

The rat was rolled over on its back, stiff as a board, cold dead. She'd killed it. It worked. Just as I'd expected.

'How in-'

'Holy crap, that thing is super dead.', Klaus commented, covering his hand with his mouth as he stared at his daughter in dismay.

Annie fell to the ground, and I checked her pulse. Just as I expected. Still alive, just drained. Cast into a deep sleep. It had taken a whole twenty four hours for her to wake up after Luther. How long would it be this time?

Allison picked up her limp body, holding her in her arms. Klaus came to her side, stroking the soft curls on her head. She was out cold, just as if she was napping.

'Is this what you've been expecting?', Diego asked, arms crossed.

'I had a theory this would be it.' I wrote down what had happened on a pen and pad. 'When she revived Luther, it was her right hand.'

'And now she's a death bringer with the left.', Klaus gasped, in shock and amazement.

'Precisely.'

Vanya approached us, a puzzled look on her face. She grabbed Klaus' hands, examining them.

'Klaus, your tattoos.'

'What about them?'

'Your right hand says hello. Your left hand says goodbye. And now, your daughter resurrects with her right hand and kills with her left. See the connection here?'

Vanya was on to something. That was far to suspiciously connected to just be a coincidence.

'Do you think that means anything, Five?', Allison asked me.

'Yes! It means we should get Annie-boo some tats to match me.', Klaus said, excited.

We all sighed at his lack of understanding.

'I don't see how a clear line of influence could be drawn from a tattoo to a child's powers. It's not like tattoos affect genetics in any way. But it's highly suspicious.', I explained.

Allison got up and dusted herself off, smoothing her clothes.

'This is all absolutely mind boggling, but Luther's discharge is in thirty minutes. I need to get to the hospital to go pick him up.', she said.

'I'm going with you.', Diego said. Surprising.

The two of them walked out, waving bye to us. I heard the door close behind them.

'I'm gonna go make sure the room set up for him is ready.', Dolores commented quietly, walking out of the room, tapping my shoulder as she went. I gave her a peck on the cheek. I was delighted by how fast she'd just blended in with my family. Klaus picked up Annie, taking her out of the room.

'C'mon, diva cup. Let's go watch Dance Moms.'

Vanya smiled at me, as we were the only two left in the room.

'This is all so hard to wrap my mind around.', she said, walking towards me.

'Reminds me of a certain someone.', I said back, smiling lightly. She smiled too, knowing I was referring to her.

'At least she's going through this young, and not twenty some years later in life. She won't be traumatized.'

'Very true. I'm going to go and do more research in dad's office. See you sometime later.'

I walked out of the room, up the stairs and past countless antiques and artifacts, navigating to the old dusty office. It smelled musty, old and unused for years now. Free of his presence.

I started in the drawers of his desk, rummaging around in the countless files, books, notes. All things he kept from our training days as kids, detailing us like an inspector on an assembly line. They were impeccably organized, color coded and alphabetized. He was always a stickler for neatness. A stickler for everything, really. That old turd.

I abandoned the desk after I exhausted it. Starting on the lower level of one of the book cases, I looked through any book I thought might have helpful information. Anything on Klaus might be useful. But I'm not sure he ever anticipated for Klaus to have children.

This was a lost cause.

But looking up to the very top of the shelf, I saw a thick volume, bound in green leather. '#4, Seance', the spine read.

I pulled the office chair up to the shelf and stood on it to reach, as I wasn't near tall enough. Struggling to grab the book, I accidentally fell, knocking down a group of files on the shelf to my right as I went.

I looked down at the dusty old pile of files, now sprawled out on the floor. Rubbing my head, I lifted the cover of one of them.

The file contained a picture of a little girl, about five years old, brown curly hair and light brown eyes. She wore glasses. Her name? Oh, her name. It shocked me.

'Dolores Schroeder', the page read. 'Dolores Schroeder, age 5, born October 1, 1989 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.'

You're joking.

It looked just like her, but this wasn't adding up. Why on earth would dad have ever met Dolores? And why would Dolores have told me she was born on the 22nd of November if in truth, we were born on the same day?

I dug deeper into the file, intrigued and slightly afraid of what I might find. Had Dolores been lying to me all this time? What was she hiding? That fake!

There was a scrawled description two pages beyond the cover. Dolores Schroeder, born to Al and Beth Schroeder, one of the 43 children born under unnatural circumstances in October 1989.

Holy crap.

'On November 22nd, 1994, Al and Bethany Schroeder brought the child to me for help. She was presenting with dangerous and uncontrollable gravitokinesis. They asked me to assist them in these troubles, as they wanted nothing to do with the child's abilities and feared for their safety.'

Dolores has powers. Powers, just like us. She was one of us.

'In 1989 I had petitioned Al and Bethany to give me their child for a sum of three million dollars, an offer which they declined.'

She also almost grew up with us. Amazing.

'I offered a sum again, thirteen million dollars this time, to take the child off their hands instead of numbing her abilities. They again refused my offer, requesting me to simply wipe her powers and let the child return to them. Of course, I explained that this was impossible. However, I offered to wipe the child's memory and administer the same drugs I had opted to give to #7. They complied with this agreement. After this was done, I was able to obtain an alternate birth certificate for the child and legally change her birth date.'

Unbelievable. Dolores had been lied to her whole life, all because of her parent's selfishness. She could have grown up with us, where her abilities could have been honed. But her parents didn't want to deal with any of it. Selfish people.

I was angry for her, I felt betrayed for her. I was going to make this right for her. I would tell her, I would free her from the lies she'd grown up in. I closed the file, walking from the room.

The only obstacle?

Her believing me.