The man doesn't recognise them under their masks. His eyes, myopically distracted by the gun Four holds to his head. He kneels, reaching skyward, uncharacteristically helpless.
"Seven, twenty-eight, sixty-five," he says.
"What?" Two asks, glaring at the papers the man is clutching protectively.
"The code to the safe," he stammers, and then adds, nervously "that's what you want… right?"
His question is answered in the silence that follows.
One's eyes survey the familiar walls. She'd left when she was seventeen, got a degree, a job, and later, a husband. But she never recovered.
Two ran away when he was twelve, went back into the system, found a new family. But he never forgot.
Four knew about the others. She found them, confided, schemed, and brought them back 'home'.
Shame got to Three before they had.
The man’s eyes dart between the three silhouettes in his moonlit foyer; bodies he's far too familiar with.
He begs for forgiveness, and for a moment, Four’s hand wavers, until she sees the adoption papers. The others nod.
The man collapses, lifeless.
The counting stops and blood covers the papers, concealing the name that would have been Five.
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