"Two of you," Luther responds, nearly hissing it. "Dallas. Only Klaus and I showed up when it was time to go home with the Commission briefcase, and it got destroyed and you needed another, so off we went to find the you that was there to, what, make sure Kennedy died?"

He stops, makes a bemused face. "That'll fuck with Diego."

Following Five's gaze over to the rifle, he scrubs at the back of his neck. "I had to take it from one of you because you were trying to kill each other."