Eleven

Chapter Ten: Revenge is a Dish Best Served Healthy

A/N: This is a great example of what not going to bed at a decent hour can do to your writing.

Chapter Ten: Revenge is a Dish Best Served Healthy

The plan wasn't perfect.

I wasn't prank-master Luke, Victor wasn't mischievous Gabriel, and whenever North executed a prank his main goal was usually violence.

We weren't exactly "pranksters" in the traditional sense of the word.

"Einstein is on the move. I repeat, Einstein is on the move," Victor's voice crackled through my earpiece, and I shuffled further back into the darkness of my cupboard hide-out. "Over."

But we were Academy.

Plus, we'd spent an entire week planning this mission.

"Mind being a little more specific, Vic?" North's voice joined the fray as I curled my knees into my chest. The cupboard wasn't exactly roomy, and I'd been here for almost an hour already. "On the move to where?"

"Einstein has left the building," Victor elaborated, and I pictured him looking out the dusty attic window two floors above my head. "Einstein is getting in his Prius and exiting the driveway. Over."

"Copy," North boomed back.

"Where's Kota-I mean Einstein-going?" I asked curiously, looking around my dark hideout. I wasn't sure what he had planned for today.

"I think he said something about grocery shopping earlier?" Victor guessed.

"Oh shoot. Can someone tell him to get eggs, please?" I asked, recalling how Gabriel and I had used the last of ours doing egg-and-spoon races around the backyard. I wanted to make Silas a healthy breakfast before his mission tomorrow morning.

"Princess, it'll blow our cover if we call him about that now," Victor sighed into my ear.

"Fine," I conceded with a frown, a hand unceasingly coming down to rub my tummy as I thought about a what else I could make for breakfast. Pancakes sounded good.

My hand froze, another thought flittering into my mind as I felt my lips twitch.

"Guys," I started again, clearing my throat when it felt a little choked. "You know, this is kind of the baby's first prank."

The light sounds of breathing and a quiet crackling met my ears until I heard North huff out a laugh.

"And it's on Luke," North stated proudly after a moment, and I pictured his handsome grin. "That's fucking perfect."

"I'm sure he'll be proud," Victor added with a laugh.

"So where did Gabe run off to?" North asked as I squinted around the stuffy cupboard. The sink's piping was beside me, and there was a mix of soap bottles across from my spot.

"Picasso is still in his room," Victor answered pointedly.

"Oh, right," North grunted, falling silent for a moment. "Should we be expecting anyone else home this afternoon?"

"Mr. Grey is in his bedroom right now-"

"Don't call him that!" I squeaked out in protest. "We did not agree on that nickname!"

"Oh come on, Sang. It's fitting. We know you two have that kinky shit going on," North pressed teasingly, and I felt my cheeks flame.

"It's not kinky!" I exclaimed with a groan. "I do the same things with you guys...."

"You don't call me Mr. Taylor," North pointed out casually.

"And correct me if I'm wrong, Princess, but I don't recall ever tying you to the desk in Owen's office," Victor added, a subtle smirk in a his voice.