You had gone along with Five to assassinate the commissioner, despite not being in cahoots with the handler. Five just wanted you along for some reason. Now you were standing in a blood soaked conference room, holding…a fish. “Uh, Five? This is a fish.” Five deadpans. “I know.” You knew Five never joked, so you were forced to believe him. “Let’s get back, I need a shower.” You sigh. “Definitely. I’m glad I stayed out of the room.” You glanced nervously at the fish, and if fish could glare, this one definitely was.