Three years later, Roswell, New Mexico
"Girls? Where are you?" called Anna, looking for her daughters, triplets. She walked into the living room to find the three five-year-olds, Shelby, Riley and Emily. "I've been looking all over for you, didn't you hear me?" she asked with a smile at the sight of her daughters, all blonde hair and blue eyes like her.
"Riley couldn't find her shoe!" said Emily.
"But we found it!" said Shelby.
"See?" said Riley, holding up the two little shoes.
"Alright, well hurry up, okay? As soon as your dad gets home, we're off to aunt Lisa's."
She left the room to go get the girls some vests, it was getting cold. They were on their way to dinner with the family, as it was custom on Sundays. That week it was Lisa's turn to host. Present would be all of their parents, Sarah, Ricky with his wife and son, Rachel and Patrick, Lisa and her husband Steve, and Jack, herself, and their girls.
*
Soon after, Lisa and Steve's home
"Patrick, can you go ask your aunt Lisa for some napkins," Maria asked her seven-year old grandson. The boy nodded and ran off.
"Mom, you don't have to that," said Ricky as he walked up to his mom, "And the doctor said you needed to pace yourself." She knew he was right. A few months before she'd given them quite a scare when she'd slipped and fell down the stairs. She wasn't as young as she had been and it had taken its toll on her.
"Fine, fine. I'll just go wait for the others to get here." Ricky kissed his mother on the cheek and she walked off.
Just as she reached the living room, where Alex, Isabel, Kyle, Tess, Michael and Steve sat, the doorbell rang. She attempted to go get it, but Steve was quicker. "I'll go, you sit." Maria was getting annoyed of being treated like a little old lady who couldn't take care of herself, but she let it go. A minute later, they were joined by Max, Liz and Sarah.
"Where's Lisa?" asked Sarah.
"In the kitchen with Rachel," informed Tess.
"Great," she said as she went to see them.
A few minutes later, the bell rang again. "I'll get it," said Isabel as she got up. Maria tried to protest, but again lost her argument, so she remained in her seat. Isabel opened the door, and immediately was almost run over by the triple hurricane. "Gramma Izzy!" Shelby, Riley and Emily squealed as they hugged her.
"Hello," she said with a laugh.
"Hey Mom," said Jack as he and Anna entered. He picked up one of the girls, from the back he couldn't tell who it was. He spun the giggling girl around gently. It was Riley. He picked up another with his other arm. That one was Shelby. Anna picked up Emily and they all headed for the living room.
*
Later again, at the dinner table.
They all sat in the dining room, the adults on the big table, and the children on a smaller table. "So what are you all planning to do for vacation?" asked Max.
"I don't know," said Jack, "We were thinking of going somewhere out of the city. The kids have never been out of Roswell, so it would be nice."
"Where are you gonna go?" asked Alex.
"Seattle," said Sarah.
*
Two days later
The seven adults and four children were ready to go. They thought they were done packing, until they got to Max and Liz's house when they picked up Sarah. Their parents had gathered, with packages to bring along. There were presents from all the years that had passed since they'd last had a birthday and such with the twins and Max and Logan. The four had come once for the triple wedding eight years ago, but they had forgotten to give them the presents.
"Alright, now in this suitcase, you have all our presents to Jenna, in this one, the presents for Zack, and this one is for Max and Logan," instructed Liz as she pointed to the three large suitcases.
"Wow," said Lisa. They packed up everything in and on top of the small van they'd rented.
"Call us when you get there!" called Maria.
"Or when you stop," added Isabel.
"Be careful!" said Tess.
*
About a week later, Seattle, Washington
"And he did it? He actually popped his tires?" Jenna asked her best friend Maya as the two and Zack were on the elevator up to the penthouse, carrying some bags filled with what Max had asked them to get.
"All four," she said, talking about a guy who worked with the three of them. It had amazed Max when they told her they would be working at Jam Pony, just as she had. What had been harder to swallow had been the boss, whose tires had been popped by the guy after he'd been fired. The boss in question had once been her friend, but he'd changed over the years, and somehow had become just like Normal. Her Sketchy was gone... now it was Calvin.
The three 20-year-olds walked into the penthouse still laughing. "We're back!" called Zack. Max came to meet them quickly.
"What took so long? They'll be here soon."
"We had trouble finding some of the stuff on your list," said Maya, looking at her watch, "Damn, I gotta go. Tell me how it goes, alright? And I want to meet them later."
"Sure," said Jenna as she led her friend out, "Later!"
Less than an hour later, there was a knock and the door opened. They'd been given keys to the building and were free to let themselves in, after all, they were family. "Hello?" called Sarah.
"Hey!" said Max as she ran to hug her sister. "How are you?" she asked her.
"Fine, fine, where are the niece and nephew?" she asked, just as Zack and Jenna came into the room.
"Sarah!" said Jenna as she went to hug her aunt.
"Wow... I feel like I just did this," said Sarah, indicating her sister. She hugged Zack next.
"I swear, if you weren't my nephew..."
The next ten minutes were much of the same thing... introductions and re-introductions for the children and Steve and Rachel, who had only seen them at their respective weddings.
*
At that time, somewhere in Seattle
He sat in his office, silently working. He was twenty-five, tall, blonde hair, blue eyes. To anyone, he may have seemed like any other man, but he wasn't... he was deadly, the kind of person you did not want to get angry. He was disturbed from his work when there came a knock at the door.
"Mr. Trent?" the man asked shakily. He looked up to see the short balding man standing at the entrance.
"Come in."
"You asked to see me?"
"Yes. I want to know how you're doing with the mission." The man gulped.
"W... well, we haven't... found anything... yet. But we're close!"
"Good. See? That wasn't so hard." The man smiled weakly and started to turn away. "Oh, one more thing." He turned back.
"Y... yes?" He didn't have time to react. Trent took out a gun and shot the man in the head from his chair. The man fell to the ground, a shocked expression on his face. Very calmly, Trent picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Clean-up," he simply said. He put the receiver down and sat silently, looking at the dead man lying outside his door.
"Girls? Where are you?" called Anna, looking for her daughters, triplets. She walked into the living room to find the three five-year-olds, Shelby, Riley and Emily. "I've been looking all over for you, didn't you hear me?" she asked with a smile at the sight of her daughters, all blonde hair and blue eyes like her.
"Riley couldn't find her shoe!" said Emily.
"But we found it!" said Shelby.
"See?" said Riley, holding up the two little shoes.
"Alright, well hurry up, okay? As soon as your dad gets home, we're off to aunt Lisa's."
She left the room to go get the girls some vests, it was getting cold. They were on their way to dinner with the family, as it was custom on Sundays. That week it was Lisa's turn to host. Present would be all of their parents, Sarah, Ricky with his wife and son, Rachel and Patrick, Lisa and her husband Steve, and Jack, herself, and their girls.
*
Soon after, Lisa and Steve's home
"Patrick, can you go ask your aunt Lisa for some napkins," Maria asked her seven-year old grandson. The boy nodded and ran off.
"Mom, you don't have to that," said Ricky as he walked up to his mom, "And the doctor said you needed to pace yourself." She knew he was right. A few months before she'd given them quite a scare when she'd slipped and fell down the stairs. She wasn't as young as she had been and it had taken its toll on her.
"Fine, fine. I'll just go wait for the others to get here." Ricky kissed his mother on the cheek and she walked off.
Just as she reached the living room, where Alex, Isabel, Kyle, Tess, Michael and Steve sat, the doorbell rang. She attempted to go get it, but Steve was quicker. "I'll go, you sit." Maria was getting annoyed of being treated like a little old lady who couldn't take care of herself, but she let it go. A minute later, they were joined by Max, Liz and Sarah.
"Where's Lisa?" asked Sarah.
"In the kitchen with Rachel," informed Tess.
"Great," she said as she went to see them.
A few minutes later, the bell rang again. "I'll get it," said Isabel as she got up. Maria tried to protest, but again lost her argument, so she remained in her seat. Isabel opened the door, and immediately was almost run over by the triple hurricane. "Gramma Izzy!" Shelby, Riley and Emily squealed as they hugged her.
"Hello," she said with a laugh.
"Hey Mom," said Jack as he and Anna entered. He picked up one of the girls, from the back he couldn't tell who it was. He spun the giggling girl around gently. It was Riley. He picked up another with his other arm. That one was Shelby. Anna picked up Emily and they all headed for the living room.
*
Later again, at the dinner table.
They all sat in the dining room, the adults on the big table, and the children on a smaller table. "So what are you all planning to do for vacation?" asked Max.
"I don't know," said Jack, "We were thinking of going somewhere out of the city. The kids have never been out of Roswell, so it would be nice."
"Where are you gonna go?" asked Alex.
"Seattle," said Sarah.
*
Two days later
The seven adults and four children were ready to go. They thought they were done packing, until they got to Max and Liz's house when they picked up Sarah. Their parents had gathered, with packages to bring along. There were presents from all the years that had passed since they'd last had a birthday and such with the twins and Max and Logan. The four had come once for the triple wedding eight years ago, but they had forgotten to give them the presents.
"Alright, now in this suitcase, you have all our presents to Jenna, in this one, the presents for Zack, and this one is for Max and Logan," instructed Liz as she pointed to the three large suitcases.
"Wow," said Lisa. They packed up everything in and on top of the small van they'd rented.
"Call us when you get there!" called Maria.
"Or when you stop," added Isabel.
"Be careful!" said Tess.
*
About a week later, Seattle, Washington
"And he did it? He actually popped his tires?" Jenna asked her best friend Maya as the two and Zack were on the elevator up to the penthouse, carrying some bags filled with what Max had asked them to get.
"All four," she said, talking about a guy who worked with the three of them. It had amazed Max when they told her they would be working at Jam Pony, just as she had. What had been harder to swallow had been the boss, whose tires had been popped by the guy after he'd been fired. The boss in question had once been her friend, but he'd changed over the years, and somehow had become just like Normal. Her Sketchy was gone... now it was Calvin.
The three 20-year-olds walked into the penthouse still laughing. "We're back!" called Zack. Max came to meet them quickly.
"What took so long? They'll be here soon."
"We had trouble finding some of the stuff on your list," said Maya, looking at her watch, "Damn, I gotta go. Tell me how it goes, alright? And I want to meet them later."
"Sure," said Jenna as she led her friend out, "Later!"
Less than an hour later, there was a knock and the door opened. They'd been given keys to the building and were free to let themselves in, after all, they were family. "Hello?" called Sarah.
"Hey!" said Max as she ran to hug her sister. "How are you?" she asked her.
"Fine, fine, where are the niece and nephew?" she asked, just as Zack and Jenna came into the room.
"Sarah!" said Jenna as she went to hug her aunt.
"Wow... I feel like I just did this," said Sarah, indicating her sister. She hugged Zack next.
"I swear, if you weren't my nephew..."
The next ten minutes were much of the same thing... introductions and re-introductions for the children and Steve and Rachel, who had only seen them at their respective weddings.
*
At that time, somewhere in Seattle
He sat in his office, silently working. He was twenty-five, tall, blonde hair, blue eyes. To anyone, he may have seemed like any other man, but he wasn't... he was deadly, the kind of person you did not want to get angry. He was disturbed from his work when there came a knock at the door.
"Mr. Trent?" the man asked shakily. He looked up to see the short balding man standing at the entrance.
"Come in."
"You asked to see me?"
"Yes. I want to know how you're doing with the mission." The man gulped.
"W... well, we haven't... found anything... yet. But we're close!"
"Good. See? That wasn't so hard." The man smiled weakly and started to turn away. "Oh, one more thing." He turned back.
"Y... yes?" He didn't have time to react. Trent took out a gun and shot the man in the head from his chair. The man fell to the ground, a shocked expression on his face. Very calmly, Trent picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Clean-up," he simply said. He put the receiver down and sat silently, looking at the dead man lying outside his door.