Well, I just seem to love leaving you guys with the cliffhangers… hope you enjoy this next chapter!

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Lucia shot up, instantly on alert as the first scream pierced through the air. Her hand automatically shot out and grabbed her weapon, and then began heading quietly upstairs, her weapon in one hand and her phone in the other. Her thumb hovered over Sarge's phone number, knowing he would answer no matter what time of night it was.

When she got to the top of the basement steps, she cautiously opened the door with an extended hand, wary of whatever might be up there. Immediately bullets came flying towards the door at a high velocity, shattering the now-silent house with its loud noise. Her hand jerked, causing the phone to tumble down the stairs as she hid from the onslaught of bullets. She wasted not time to try and go after it, hoping someone in her neighborhood would have heard the shots and called the police.

She cautiously peered around the corner and saw only the triplets, who had come downstairs as soon as they had woken up. Kyle and Justin were nowhere to be seen, but there was a figure retreating.

"Stop!" Lucia called forcefully. She was running after whoever was trying to leave her house, hoping that her brothers were safe. She had caught up to him as he turned around. He swung the gun towards her, but she forced it down with one hand, swinging with her weapon in the other. A shot rang out, but the bullet had imbedded itself harmlessly in the floor. Lucia managed to knock her attacker's feet out from under him, and he fell to the ground.

Unfortunately, reinforcements had arrived for their attacker. Men in black masks, at least ten, came pouring into the house. Lucia leaped back as they pointed guns towards her, moving her three brothers out of harm's way. She forced them towards the walk-in pantry and slammed the door shut, effectively locking them in.

They lunged towards her, but she sidestepped, swinging her weapon through the air in a complicated dance, knocking out as many opponents as she could. She could feel a presence behind her, and turned the weapon on them. She was stopped as Kyle used the momentum of her swing to rotate himself through the air and attack the people behind her. Kyle was here. That just left Justin, Mary, and Dave that were missing.

They continued fighting, but she could see someone moving away from the fight and into the living room. She instantly knew they were heading towards her foster parents' room, and she could only guess that Mary and Dave were in there, protecting Justin. It only took one glance to her younger brother for him to understand as well. He nodded at her. "Go."

She went without hesitation, trusting her brother to take care of himself. Justin needed her help, and she would give it to him. She rushed after the man, launching herself at him, dropping her weapon in the process, and bringing him down with a flying tackle. They fought for a moment, and she felt a knife pierce through her left shoulder. She ignored the pain, grabbed the knife, and stabbed him in the chest. He stopped fighting shortly after that.

Her work was not done, however. She was grabbed from behind as another man tried to race past her to get into the room, but she quickly sagged, using her body weight to surprise the man holding. He loosened his hold for just a second, but that second was all she needed to snag her arms around his neck and pull, using her hip to help thrust him over her body and onto the floor below, stunning him for a moment. She kicked him in the head, effectively knocking him unconscious, and went after the second man.

She knocked him off his feet with a flying tackle, but he pulled a knife and predictably tried to stab her. She easily blocked the attack and slammed his head against the door. She had already figured out that these people were here not to kill but to grab someone. And that meant only one thing.

She continued exchanging blows with the would-be kidnapper, but he was no match for her. He was soon unconscious. She leapt up and grabbed her weapon, going to see if Kyle needed any help.

Kyle was taking care of himself, so Lucia stood in front of her foster parents' room and prepared herself. Soon enough, more people entered the living room, aiming to get into the room that she was guarding. She smirked. They honestly believed that she posed no threat. She twirled her weapon in her hand, readying herself. Then she lunged towards them.

It was quick. They were not expecting the deadliness, the ferocity that came with every precise strike she lashed out. Soon, they were all on the ground, and she was back at the door, guarding the people behind it.

Kyle and triplets came to join her shortly, and she knew that it was over. She relaxed her guard marginally, looking Kyle over. He had some bruises and scrapes, but it didn't seem like anything was broken or fractured.

It was silent for a few minutes before—"We could've helped."

Lucia shook her head. "It wasn't a good idea."

Ben looked up at her, not angry, but curious. "Why?"

Instead of Lucia answering, she indicated for them to listen. Sirens blared, getting louder and louder as they headed towards their house.

"You called the cops?" Nick asked, incredulous.

Lucia shook her head, putting her weapon away. "No. But the neighbors would've heard the gunfire and called the cops. Kyle and I are on the cadet program, the SRU already know we can handle ourselves. They won't be expecting this," she indicated around her, "but it will be more believable than fifteen year olds, untrained in their eyes, taking out men with guns."

The door behind her opened, and Dave poked his head out, gun in hand. "Everyone okay?" he asked.

Lucia nodded affirmative. "You guys?"

He opened the door fully, allowing them to see Mary and Justin, the former also equipped with a gun. "We're all okay."

"Good. You might want to put away the guns, though," Lucia advised. "We can't have people knowing our secret now. We don't need more problems."

Dave and Mary nodded, putting away their weapons. They had barely closed the door that hid the safe before the door burst down.

"SRU!" they heard someone yell. "Drop your weapons and place your hands on your head now!"

Kyle smirked at his sister as they raised their hands. She responded by rolling her eyes. "What's up, Officer Sabine?"

For those of you who are wondering, no, Lucia didn't kill that man. I'm going with shock and blood loss preventing him from getting up. Lucia isn't a killer, nor does she want to be. Anyway, please leave reviews! I absolutely adore them!