Hey everybody, I'm back. I'll keep my blurbs short. Here's my new story! -EC

Saturday August 6

"Hornet mail!" Britt Reid declared as he plopped down at his desk. "What I live for." He mumbled to himself as he opened up the email on his laptop. Every day the Green Hornet would receive ominous threats and tips regarding the gangs of Los Angeles. Now that Chudnofsky was out of the way, it seemed as though everyone wanted to be stung by the hornet. Besides, ever since Britt turned the paper over to Axford he had mountains of free time again, just like in his crazy party phase. Britt only has to go to the Daily Sentinel a couple a days a week to maintain appearances pretty much. He has a place on the board but Lenore pretty much covers for him. She does a better job as a journalist as it is. He still has crazy parties all the time but now they're a cover up of his alter ego, The Green Hornet.

"Mail, Mr. Reid." One of the housekeepers said to Britt as she placed a stack of today's post on the corner of his huge desk. Britt minimized his screen on the laptop and looked at her.

"Jeez, knock next time Janet." Britt said defensively. The only other people who know that Britt is the Green Hornet are Lenore Case, Britt's secretary, and Kato, his bodyguard, driver, AND mechanic. No one else, who works in the Reid estate, knows why Britt is so paranoid sometimes and why he requires them to announce when they are coming into a room. But they're all loyal and Britt's thankful for that.

"Sorry sir." She mumbled. Britt nodded and grabbed the stack of mail. "Do you need anything else?"

"Yes. Where's Kato?" Britt asked as he flipped through the pile of mail. Junk, junk, Sports Illustrated, junk, National Inquirer, "Oh! I'm on the cover!" He looked at the picture of himself on front of the National Inquirer, it was from this past party he had. Some guests managed to set fire of a section of his front lawn. Britt laughed while looking at the picture of guests running away in terror from the flames. The fire only lasted two minutes but about a million pictures must have been taken.

"He's in the gym. Do you want me to get him?" Janet the housekeeper said breaking Britt's trance with the magazine.

"What?" Britt glanced back at his laptop then at Janet. "No, I'll go see him. You can go now." She left the room as silently as she arrived and Britt shuffled through the rest of the mail quickly then stacked all the envelopes together. He reopened his Hornet mail window and scrolled through the threats quickly. "Hrm, the Italians, the Brits, and the Nigerians. Good options tonight." He logged out and stood up quickly knocking the stack of envelopes off the desk and scattered across the floor. "Damn it." He mumbled as he gathered up a few of them then one of them caught his eye. The return address was from the Los Angeles Department of Children and Family Services. "What do they want?" Britt picked up the envelope and stood up slowly. He flipped it over a few times then walked out of the room to the gym.

"Hey Britt." Kato said as Britt walked into the very white gym. Britt shook away his last memory of this gym when Kato knocked him out by accident while he was teaching him self defense. Kato was in the center of the room near a punching bag dangling from the ceiling, which was about three times his size.

"Hey." Britt said and he sat down on the bench along the wall and started to tear open the envelope from the DCFS. "Doing anything tonight?" Kato's hands flew at the bag while he responded to Britt.

"I was gonna give Black Beauty 4 an oil change later, but that's it really." His right leg swung at the bag and it swayed bag and forth. Britt smirked at his maneuver.

"We got threats from the Nigerians, the Brits, and" he tried to remember the other group."Oh, and the Italians." Britt started to skim the letter from DCFS.

"Mr. Britt Reid," the letter inside read. "The Los Angeles Department of Child and Family Services, DCFS, has done an in depth investigation of your affairs since your father's (James Reid) death."

"Oh shit, they know." Britt said then he reread the department name. "But why would they know?"

"How about the Italians?" Kato said over Britt's hushed tones.

"What Italians?" Britt asked Kato who was still attacking the bag.

"The ones who emailed you?" Kato wheezed between blows.

"Oh. Oh right! Those Italians. Yeah I'll email them later." Britt focused back on the letter.

"DCFS has found you competent enough to place you as the legal guardian of your sister, Alex Reid (Age 17) until she turns 18 on January 30, 2012 and is therefore a legal adult. You are hereby summoned to appear in Los Angeles Superior Court for a final hearing on this Thursday-" Britt stopped reading and dropped the paper on the floor.

"Britt!" Kato yelled and stopped harassing the bag and ran over to Britt. "What's wrong?"

"I have a court date." Britt said quietly.

"Oh no."Kato mumbled. His mind immediately went to the Green Hornet. He held his head in his hands. "We're dead."

"No Kato. Not that." Britt said and Kato looked at him. "Apparently, I have a sister."