Project Trouble X Three

I was sitting in my dad’s office, watching him make gadgets. I had learned a lot from my parents but I was the only one out of my siblings who had enough brains to help. Don’t get me wrong, my siblings could be smart but they didn’t have the patience to slowly put weapons together. “What are you thinking about?” My dad asked me as I looked at him. “I was thinking back about all the attempts on our lives. I know you told us why but I don’t understand why they still chase after us. Do they want us for something?” I all but growled. “Yes. They want to kill you. We told them you didn’t want anything to do with their drug trade but they don’t believe it and still want to take one of you with them to play with your minds, then kill you when your mom and I are watching. Sorry, I can’t sugarcoat anything but it’s better you know the truth.” I nodded my head as sirens went off, well, lights went off, we had never had sirens with sound unless it was at the base. I jumped up and ran to the nearest weapons closet. I suited up, grabbed weapons, throwing some to my dad. Mom ran in with the rest of my siblings and grabbed their things as we got into positions to take out whoever was coming through the doors.