James Lester was a family man, despite what he tells his co-workers. Yes, he did have a family. He did have a wife, and three young children. Two little girls, and one little boy. It was a shame he only got to see them on weekends, due to the distance from where they lived and where he were probably the only children he loved, or in Lester standards 'tolerated'. A perfect example of this said 'tolerance' was exhibited on a rather bleak Sunday morning.
Lester sat on the family room sofa, jaw clenched and unmoving. Two out of three children were running in and around him shrieking every now and then. The third which so happened to be the rowdy little boy was no where to be seen. Lester figured that would be more of a bad thing than good.
He tried concentrating on the game of golf playing on the telly but found he couldn't as his kids were practically rolling on his feet. Days like this, Lester actually wished he was at work with his hooligans of employees. At least they were adults.
The sound of whooping brought Lester's attention to his son who had reappeared and began chasing the girls. Lester placed his head in his hands and closed his eyes until he heard glass breaking.
"Carson! Put your sister down! Both of them!" He shouted and stood up. He was then proceeded to be tackled by one of his girls, Elizabeth.
He was getting too old for this. "Madison! Stay away from the antiques. They cost a fortu-." Lester winced at the sound of more glass breaking and a tiny 'oops'.
The sound of the front door opening was music to his ears. Elizabeth dropped from his suspenders and joined her sibling as they swarmed their mother.
She walked past the living room; raising an eyebrow at the broken glass on the floor and a roughed up Lester. He exited the well furnished room and entered the even better furnished kitchen. His wife set down the groceries as the children babbled to her.
"James, I need to have a word with you." His wife said and she led him aside, leaving the kids to talk animatedly to each other.
"I can't watch the children this week." She began.
"Well I can't." Lester interrupted her quickly. "I work in a government office in London. What about that sitter you hired?"
"I was getting there, James. It's not the sitter. I have a business trip to attend to and it's in New York. I can't leave them here for a week with just a sitter, I just can't."
Lester stared at her in disbelief. "Well...I know, you can...can't you just...?..." He was stumped. "Fine." He muttered.
His wife smiled. "It's only a week." She said then walked over to the three kids. "You'll be staying with Daddy this week, okay?"
They all looked at him and cheered. Lester suddenly felt tired and decided some sleep might do him good even though it was the middle of the day. He walked into his bedroom and thought.
"What could go wrong? Oh a lot of things." He muttered to himself. Seeing as he couldn't leave his children alone at his flat, he had to bring them to the ARC. And the ARC was where things went wrong. Anomalies, paperwork, fire arms, creatures, Connor. He ticked them off with his fingers.
Lester moaned and fell onto his bed, face buried deep in a pillow.
It was going to be one hell of a week.