"What? What is this?" Dana pulled out the large chunk of the wall, and set it carefully down on the bed, and then she started randomly pulling pieces of the wall off. Phil looked at Keely, and opened his mouth to speak, but Keely held up her index finger, and watched Dana intently.

After she had pulled off about five gigantic chunks of the wall, and was now engulfed in a gigantic plaster powder cloud, she knew her assumption was correct. Inside the wall was like a display of all the future gadgets, each sitting on a little pedestal, as if proudly displayed, inside the wall. Dana brushed her hands off, and stood beside her discovery, smiling proudly. Phil and Keely gawked in awe.

"I knew it wasn't our Wizard," Dana said, as she picked it up from the floor, tossed it in the air, and caught it, "But it was a Wizard," she said, pointing to the one proudly displayed in the Wall Display.

"Who put this here?" Keely asked, going to examine it more closely.

"My guess is either, Via or Heath," Dana said

"So what in here is leaking oil?" Phil asked

"Low and behold," Dana said, pointing to a gadget, that looked like the Insta-Morph, which was all smashed, and oil was spewing out of it like Niagara Falls. Phil looked at it, and twisted his face into a look of disgust, and said, "Ew,"

"Yeah," Dana said trying to walk away from it, and still save her shoes. She went to the shut door, and leaned against it, just as she did that, they door flung open, sending her with it, against the wall, and Heath, Jennifer, and Claire all rushed into their door all at once.

"Why is the roof leaking?" Claire asked inquisitively, as she did a double take, and stared wide eyed at the showcase inside the torn apart wall, "Better question, WHAT is that!"

"Um…it's…." Phil, Keely, and Dana all started

"My inventions. And I didn't expect people to pull off the wall, so everyone would know they were there," Heath said

"Daddy, they knew already," Claire said

"What?"

"Well, I told them,"

"Claire Dyana Wells, the whole point of not telling people we were alive is so they didn't know why 'They' are after us, and now they do,"

"Dad, it's not like they're gonna tell anyone."

"You don't know that,"

"Actually, Mr. Wells, we won't tell anyone," Dana said

"Well, what about under elements of torture, you wouldn't hold up then."

"Well, we might,"

The conversation had pretty much ended when James came tearing in the room like he had been shot out of a cannon and said, "There's people at the door looking for Heath and Jennifer, and I think they mean business,"

"Why?" Dana asked

"Because they have machine guns the size of Claire,"

"Yep, that's a sign they mean business," she said.

Jennifer immediately panicked, so did Claire. Heath stared at James for about a minute, then tanked him, and took him with him out of Dana's guest room.

Down the long spiral staircase, and to the large marble tiled entry way, and to the large glass and white wood doors, they ran. Heath looked out the side window, and saw the Claire sized machine guns, and turned ghost white. "What are we going to do?" He asked James, as more of a rhetorical question.

"I….don't know,"

Heath sighed, and turned to look out the window. He didn't want anything to happen to Jennifer or Claire, but he knew he wouldn't have a choice, he would have to choose between Jennifer and Claire's lives, or their house and everything he'd worked for in his career.

There was a loud banging on the door, James and Heath stood perfectly still. Via came into the room and said, "They aren't going to go away, you're going to have to answer it sooner or later,"

Heath nodded, and went to open the door. A tall man was on the other side of the door, all dressed in black, and holding a Claire-sized gun, "Heath Wells?" he bellowed

"Yes….?" Heath said

"We will be needing you're CLASSIFICATION A prototypes,"

"Uh….I'm afraid I can't help you with that,"

"Yes, H. G. Wells, you can, we need those prototypes, those our very important to us, and if you don't give them to us, we'll take two things that are very important to you," the tall man signaled, and two men came propelling down on ropes from the second story, holding two hostages. But they weren't the two people that were most important to him, they were the two people who were the most important to Phil.

A/N: Fabulous turn this took, eh? LOL More ASAP, lol I'm on a roll: )

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