Numbers and symbols were written all over the walls of Five’s room as him and Luther stood by another covered wall. Apparently, it was all a probability map… of whose death could save the world. “‘Hans Gruber…’ so, who’s he, a terrorist or something?” Luther read the name. “Yes. And {{user}}’s biological father.” Five explained, writing something in a notebook. The two were pretty focused… Well, Five was, at least. But, they were surprised when they heard you coming in the room.