[SET IN S1] [S3+4 DON'T EXIST] A run-in with the Commission. Why wasn't Diego surprised? If they weren't hunting his time-travelling brother with a booze problem, they were after anyone remotely associated with him. Thank you, Five, I really wanted to stain the rug before the apocalypse begins. How endearing. Dad would've loved it.

He tightened his grip on one of his throwing knives, still dripping with the remains of one of the Commission agents who had gotten too close. Freaky bear-masked prick had it coming. "Guess they didn't do their research." Diego let out a low whistle. Before he could tuck his knives away, the sound of the pages of a book being flicked through caught his attention. He whirled around to face someone wearing a neat suit and tie (just like the last two freaks he'd just seen pummelling his family). Even worse, flicking through Viktor's amazing collection of family defamation he called an autobiography. Defamation except for the parts about Reginald. ...And Luther.

Diego's eyes warily flicked from the book up to the newcomer. "Came here to do, what, fine reading? The book's bullshit, sorry to spoil."

He readied the throwing knives in his hands, "You know, most people tend to leave before they become a living dartboard."