Tim was having a rough day.
he normally was, that's just what happened.
he had gotten in from a rather tedious day of work (which had carried on into the night so the examiner gave him the rest of the day off) only to be greeted by Marcus who had made himself quite at home at the dinner table with what looked like heist plans, he wasn't going to question it untill he saw what building the plans were for. "why do you have plans for the school?" Tim said not taking his eye off the paper Infront of the ten year old.
Marcus, without looking at Tim, simply replied "vengeance will be served" and left the table to fetch something from his room. while Marcus was out of eye shot, Tim sat down to look over the plans better and figured out his son was planning to find evidence against one of his new teachers that would suggest he wasn't qualified for the job, this was believable for Tim considering for the past week or so his son had always greeted him in the car with a mild rant about the idiocy of the new teacher. upon further inspection he saw that Marcus was recruiting people to help with the heist and saw near the bottom Chris's name circled (which he could only guess meant he was needed) but just above him was Tim's name crossed out, which kind of made him disappointed.
as soon as Marcus came out of his room holding a folder (of which Tim could only guess what was inside of it) Tim stood up and said "why is my name crossed off?" in a slightly offended tone "because your...talents will not be required" Marcus said matter of fact like "but Chris's talents are!?" Tim said almost instantly, he didn't know why he was upset about not being apart of his sons 'probably illegal heist' but he was definitely upset about not being considered.
Marcus simply looked at Tim and said "data entry" which almost made Tim laugh, almost, he had forgotten that his son thought he only did data entry and that no one knew his real occupation was being a spy for MI5.
Marcus started to collect the paper and blu-prints from the table and head back into his room where Tim suspected he was going to call his school friends whom were probably going to help him with the heist. Tim wasn't prepared to stop his son from doing the heist because Marcus had done stuff like this before and had gotten away with worse. speaking of Chris, he had thought, I'd better call him and see how he's doing, it had been only two days since Chris had gotten so drunk he decided to see how much fun getting hit by a car was and had been sent to the hospital but luckily nothing to serious was damaged and he went home a day later to rest. Tim picked up the phone and dialed Chris's number half expecting him not to pick up, when he finally did pick up he was greeted with a gruff hello from the other end "hi Chris, it's me, I was just calling to see how the... experiment is going" Tim said nearly breaking into a fit of giggles in the middle of the kitchen, "oh yea, the experiment is going wonderfully, I can really see a progress in the scientific community with all this data I'm collecting" Chris said in his smug sarcastic tone Tim was all too familiar with.
Before Tim could say anything else Chris added on "I'm up and running fine now so I thought I'd pop back to school and observe the replacement PE teacher" "they're called substitutes Chris and you really shouldn't be leaving the house let alone traveling all the way to the school only to see your class" Tim said slightly concerned "slight problem, I'm already outside the school, besides I'm not JUST here for the class, Marcus said he had a job opportunity for me" "of course he does" Tim said turning to see Marcus dressed in his school uniform with his messenger bag (which he assumed held the plans) waiting patiently in the centre of the living room for his dad to give him a lift. tim turned back towards the phone "look Chris I'm coming to drop Marcus off and I'm going to take you back home where you WILL stay!" Tim said just before hanging up so he wouldn't have to hear Chris's sly remark, he breathed a heavy sigh before grabbing his keys which he had left to the side and headed towards the door with Marcus in toe to the car.
