Just Super.

Addison

The first mistake they made was not checking for bugs. Thanks to this, President John was able to hear every word the twins uttered. (Though, to be honest, it wasn't like he expected for even a second for the youngsters to go through with such a foolhardy plan.)

The moment the twins set foot out of their hotel room, alarms blared throughout the halls. Amberley shot her brother a look.

"I thought you said the alarms went off at 2 AM!"

"They do! There's no way they could've figured us out unless-" the answer dawned on him as Addison smacked his face. "Our room must've been bugged!"

Amberley gave him a look.

"What do insects have to do with any of this?!" Addison rolled his eyes.

"No, stupid. Bugged, as in they heard everything we said."

"Oh." Panic flashed across Amberley's face as she grabbed her brother's arm.

"Come on - we don't have much time!"

Addison's arm felt like it was being ripped from its socket as he followed Amberley through the endless halls.

"Do you actually know where we're going?"

"Nope."

They continued to race through the halls. Sweat beaded Addison's forehead and his sides ached as he forced his sore feet to move forward.

"Amberley....." He wheezed. "Behind...."

Amberley turned to find that, much to her displeasure, security was gaining on them.

"We're almost there, Ads! Come on!" And it was true. The M&M logo was about 50 yards away, and Amberley sprinted towards it with all her might, brother still in tow.

Finally, Addison regained his composure. He wasn't about to be dragged up a slide by his sister for another ten minutes.

"Go - I'll meet you up there!" He shouted to her. Amberley opened her mouth to protest but quickly shut it and began to climb. Her brother was smart - she was willing to bet thirty dollars and a box of Cheerios that he had a plan up his sleeve.

"Go get your friend or whatever and give it up, kid." Addison turned to see a short pudgy man with a comb - over and a Long Island drawl standing before him. Anger surges through him as he clenched his fists. Everywhere he went, people always assumed that he and Amberley were friends - or in some cases, even dating. He always corrected them, and no matter how polite a person thought they were being, there was always that moment of disbelief, disdain, disgust, that flashed before their eyes.

"She's my sister." He growled. "And no, we aren't going to give up, because it seems we're the only ones who are doing anything and it's better to have some people trying than nobody, right?"

Comb Over rolled his eyes. "Look, kid. I'm sure the president told you - we're on it. And besides, how're two kids with no training somehow going to get all the way from Manhattan to Grimm Headquarters in Paris-" Comb Over's eyes widened as Addison smiled.

"I should not have said that. Oh, sweet Jesus I should not have-" He turned back to Addison, only to find him gone, a flash of red sneakers disappearing up the slide.

"Hey!"

Addison's scrambled up the slide at a pace he was unaware he was capable of, repeating the same thing over and over again in his head: Grimm Headquarters, Paris. Grimm Headquarters, Paris. Grimm Headquarters, Paris.

Finally, Amberley's face came into view, a pale hand extended toward him. Addison gladly took it, as his sister hoisted him up.

"Come on." She said, and Addison followed her as they ran into the storage room before the opening could turn back around.

"Grab whatever looks dangerous and go." Amberley advised, and Addison nodded. "Also whatever looks small enough and easy to conceal up a sleeve or in a shoe. Maybe the size of a credit card, a little bigger." Addison gave his sister a strange look.

"You know a slightly terrifying amount on how to do this, Ambs." His sister shrugged.

"I'm just going by what I use to sneak my phone into class - now go!"

After stocking up, the twins ran for the alternative exit, and that's where they made mistake #2 - failing to take note of the 'EMERGENCY EXIT ONLY' sign, therefore triggering the alarms, yet again.

Amberley groaned. "Why do we keep doing this?"

Once again, the twins pumped their legs and flailed their arms as fast as they could as the NYPD charged them - which was oddly, even more terrifying than USHO Security.

"Stop right there!" An officer shouted after them - this only motivated the two to run faster.

They reached the long flight of stairs. Addison raced down them two a a time, stumbling as he reached the last step and Amberley simply slid down the railing, landing with the grace of a toddler.

As the burst out Emergency Exit, the cool Autumn wind greeted Addison, and the blaring of lights and honking of cars brought a sense of relief to Addison as they stepped back into familiar territory.

And this is where a third mistake was made, as the duo stumbled into an alley way.

"I think we lost them." Amberley panted. Her knees shook with exhaustion, and Addison's dark hair was plastered to his forehead.

They both turned around only to be met with the bright white light of a camera flash.

They exchanged looks.

"Never mind!"

Finally, after what felt like another millennia of racing and running and rampaging through the Manhattan morning, Addison tackled his sister into another hidden alley, and they sat, pressed in between two garbage cans and a wall, dirty, sweaty, and tired, breathing sighs of relief as the police bolted past them.

"We should start wearing skinny jeans." Amberley panted. "We'll look great in them after this!"

Addison merely nodded his head in reply, to tired to bother with speaking. After another few minutes of rest, he stood up.

"Let's find a place to spend the night, shall we?"

Eventually, as the sky began to lighten, the two stumbled upon a tall, easy to climb tree that looked out of the way enough.

Amberley passed out on a limb ten feet above the ground, sweatshirt securing her to the tree. Addison was tied up in the same fashion just above her, out cold.

This was mistake number four.