We rushed back home and I was pacing back and forth. Everyone else was sitting on the couch, including Angie; who was spewing out a billion questions. "OK. What is going on? You guys have been, like, paranoid since we left the store. You didn't steal anything did you?" I continued saying, "No. We only steal when we have to. I am trying to figure out how to bring down that Archer Company building." She got wide eyes of terror. "What? Your going to try to take down a building? Of a respected Company, on top of that!?" Viktor stepped in, "There is nothing to respect about Archer Co." Magnet said, "They don't play fair." Sara says, while crossing her arms, "They're a bunch a jerks." Megan said, "They have a bunch of cheap tricks to pull." Jazz's turn, "They'll do anything to get rid of us." My turn. I stopped pacing. "They took away a good friend of ours." I said, remembering Arsenal. The robot that had a heart. I hadn't thought about him much. I shoulda done something, when we were captured to begin with. I realized that it was getting dark. We spent the entire day shopping, stopping at McD.'s for lunch. I needed time to think. "Jazz." I said. "I need you to make diner for the kids. I need time to think." She nodded. Then said, "Guys go play. Angie could you help with Diner? I'm not the best cook." Angie smiled, "Sure." As they got up and went to the kitchen, Sara jumped up and followed them. "Oh! Can I help? I can be a good chef!" Viktor, Megan, and Magnet went to explore the house; probably looking or something fun to break.
I wonder what a real dad would do. Am I a good dad? I do my best to protect them, I really do, but....I'm starting to think that all of them are better off without me. A real dad would know what to do. A real dad wouldn't put his family in danger to begin with. I'll go and bring the building down myself. It won't be easy, but I can do it.
We all sat at the dining room table. Jazz, Angie, and Sara made spaghetti. Everyone was looking warily at it. We never actually had it before. In the end we loved it.
We were just finishing up when there was a knock at the door. We all looked at each other, then at Angie. "Hey! Don't look at me!" She protested in a low voice.
I got up to get it. I opened the door to Smurf-Boy. Zero. Behind him was a scrawny little kid, roughly about my age. He had short black hair. He must have dyed it, I can smell the crud on him. He had a backpack and some clothes with holes and slashes in them.
Who the Heck is this?
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