Dear Uncle Vatred,
I guess you could say things are going well here, and Brock gave me his O.S.I sanctioned P.O. box number, so you can write to us. Hunter found a job for Brock and a house on an O.S.I compound for all of us. We can't call or tell you where we are, because of security, but I'm sure you understand. I'm finally going to public school, even though we're in…not the US. Anyway, it's amazing, but once the awe wears off it's kind of boring sometimes, and the teacher never calls on you when you know the answer. Brock says it's a formality, and it's just so I can get a transcript that a collage could actually understand. The cool thing is that we have to take English, like as a language, and I'm the best student in the class.
Hank is doing well, and the other kids are alright. Adrio said his first word yesterday, which was "Bock." We think he's trying to say "Brock," but can't get the "Br" sound down. Hank's involved in some sort of paramilitary training group thing until he turns 18 and can officially join The Army/O.S.I/The Marines. I know you'd be rooting for him to join The Army. He's getting faster and stronger and can now just about kick my butt in any sort of physical competition. I'm getting stronger too though; Brock's making us all do exercises, even Adrio.
I have to share a room with Hank and Nico and Adrio, which is stupid, but there are only three bed rooms, and we do get the biggest one. Adrio still wakes up crying sometimes though, and that sure is annoying. H.E. hangs out in our room though, so that's okay. Tell Pete and Billy I say hi, and tell them one of them can use my Panic room lab if they don't like sharing. I was going to ask you to ship all the lab equipment out, but there isn't any room for it.
Love,
Dean Venture, public school student