Private looked around for his older brothers with excitement and eagerness in his eyes. He bit his lip as he glanced at all the occupied tables. Not a single penguin or Andrews in sight. He sighed. "Maybe they aren't out yet." Private looked down at his lunch tray; a carton of white milk, a tuna sandwich, some fruit, and a small pudding cup. Private grimaced. He wasn't used to so much food unless it was one of the fancy parties that he had to go undercover at.
He glanced once more, this time just looking for a good place to sit. Seeing as none of the tables were opened, Private started looking up towards the roof of the school, and the trees. He noticed a tree that looked like a normal kid could climb it and smirked. He took off at a run, leaped into the air, and landed on one of the branches. He kept hopping from branch to branch until he made it close enough to the roof of the school. He smirked as he noticed that no one had seen his acrobatics act.
"Okay, I'm impressed." Well, almost no one. Private grimaced as he put a hand to his Bluetooth. It was Kowalski. "I'll be up there in a few. Skipper says not to eat the tuna by the way. Apparently, it's not fresh."
"Great… Thanks for the heads up, Kowalski."
"Not a problem." The scientist leaped over the edge of the building, landing next to his baby brother. "How was class?"
"Oh, it was brilliant! I learned quite a bit today, and it isn't even over yet!" Private smiled as he sat down on the roof of the school. "I learned that Egypt had been playing games longer than almost anyone, and that Hydrogen can be used in things other than acid! Did you know that it's two-thirds of water? Isn't that amazing?"
Kowalski shot his brother a puzzled look as he sat down next to him. "You've been playing with acid?"
"Well… um… not really playing with it, see… um…" Private blushed. In all his excitement, he had forgotten that he had yet to tell his brothers about his life as an assassin, though he was sure that Skipper already knew, or had at least guessed at it.
"Rico, you're gonna get sick eating that tuna, I told you! It's left over from the docks! You'd get a better pick by asking a penguin for its leftovers, and all they'd give you is the bone if you're lucky!"
"Eh, eh've ad orse."
"Had worse? What the heck has grandpa been feeding you?" Private had never been more relieved to hear his brothers arguing.
"Uh-uh, not im. Efore even oo guys." Rico grumbled.
Kowalski glanced at the two of them. 'Hmm… we all have secrets from eachother still… I wonder…' Kowalski grimaced as the idea finished registering in his mind. "Skipper, how about we all play a game tonight?"
This got the other three to look at the science prodigy with interest. "What kind of game?" Skipper's eyes narrowed. Kowalski played mainly for information after their parents disappeared, save when teaching Private a new game.
"Oh, you know, something simple that we can all play, no matter what… 20 questions?" Private flinched as he realized what his older brother was up to. When Kowalski wanted information, he was almost unstoppable. Kowalski noticed the fear in his brothers' faces and made a mental not of it. "You can answer classified five times at most if you wish." He offered with a shrug.
Rico, having hidden things from even his childhood before meeting the Andrews, thought about it. He knew that if he didn't come clean and someone else answered the questions on his brothers' minds, then he might lose their trust, possibly forever. He sighed. "I'm in." He grunted.
Skipper blinked in shock. Rico rarely ever agreed to these kinds of games. Private looked at his hands and saw the imaginary blood on them that he always saw after taking a shot. The youngest sighed. "I'm in, but no judgment on answers, deal?"
"We'll start off small." Skipper nodded, looking to the scientist. Kowalski nodded with a smirk. "Good. Now… let's get rid of that poisonous sandwich that the private has before he gets sicker than a penguin in an oil spill!" The boys laughed as Skipper tossed Private's tuna sandwich off the roof and into a trashcan. "Rico, dibble me! Private needs something better to eat than moldy tuna sandwiches!" Rico chuckled as he tossed his older brother a bag of cheesy dibbles, which he shared, along with his pizza, with his youngest brother. Private couldn't help but smile as they ate their lunch. He trusted his brothers, and hopefully, they'd still trust him.