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Four cousins and their best friends reunite in Paris, France in hopes of having a small break from the harsh realities of college life. Only to discover, things never go as planned as personal relationships get mixed, feelings are hurt...
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2 Years Earlier...
The rain drizzled upon the back lawn of the Grayson Mansion but made little difference as to the intensity in their eyes as the 5th generation of Grayson children stood in an ordered row with military precision.
They stood with their backs straight and their hands clasped behind them according to age. On their matching black uniforms, only their black breastplate displaying the symbol of Next Generation glowed a pale blue against the gloomy sky.
It was a symbol they never asked for, a secret vigilante team that had been passed down in the Grayson family from generation to generation, and they were the Next Generation in both name and spirit.
"ATTENTION!"
At their eldest uncle's voice, the children's heads whip up, facing forward. The tiny water droplets dripping from their hair go flying in different directions. They had been standing in the rain for over a half hour as part of their conditioning. And they would continue to train in the rain as if it were just another obstacle to deal with.
At their uncle Jonathan's presence, the children bow forward in respect and stand up again. The intensity gleams from their multi-colored gray eyes.
"WHO ARE WE?"
He yells and the children thud their fist against the right side of their chest. Reminding them to think with their mind and never their heart.
"WE ARE GRAYSONS,"
they shout back in unison as if their life depended on it.
This was their legacy after all.
Peter and Pierce walk behind Jonathan examining the children's form to make sure it was correct. But it was no longer necessary. They had been training and fighting since they were five years old. They trained not because they wanted to, but because their lives depended on it.
"AND WHAT DO WE STAND FOR?"
Jonathan asks next, expecting the monotonous answer to be repeated.
"HONOR, BRAVERY, HUMILITY, RESPECT,"
They repeat like they had countless times before.
"TEN MILES, LET'S GO!"
Pierce screams and they start their long trek through the hundred acres of private family owned land, through the mud, dirt, and puddles.
Leaving trails of their blood sweat and tears behind them.
