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On the 12th hour of October 1st 1989, 43 enhanced children were born. Their birth mothers were surprised by this as they were not pregnant the day before. Sir Reginald Hargreeves sought out to adopt these children for his experiments. The were to be labeled "The Umbrella Academy."
He got eight of them
[13 years later]
Reporter: "This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West Bank at Main and Sixth. A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages."
"Who's going up first" Klaus asked, looking expectingly to his other siblings.
"Six goes last to clear out the final remaining; Five goes in for distraction; Two will keep them away from the civilians..." Luther continued to ramble.
Ugh, I stood up with my attention still on the book in my palms, "Blah blah blah, let's just get this over with."
Barely looking up, I raise my arm to the armed men.
"You see? I don't have time for this. So if we could just go home that would be much appreciated. Oh...but that doesn't apply to you..." I grinned, Focusing my attention one of them. "You wouldn't mind if I just...oops!"
With a quick twist of my wrist the man hurled to floor attempting to ease the shooting pain of his snapped shin.
"(Y/N)! What happened to a Plan?" Luther shouted.
"Hey don't get mad at me! He was practically asking for it!"
I huffed, walking back to my previous sitting area. But to my disappointment my previous page was lost.
How unfortunate.
The others followed to their place as Allison leaned to whisper to one of the criminals.
"I heard a rumor, that you shot your friend in the foot."
Like a dog on a leash, the idiot abided. His eyes were hazy from being completely mind-fucked (as I say) The tip of his AR now slowly aimed for his partner.
"Hey dude what the hell-"
He unwillingly began shooting at his partner. I glanced from behind my book to his confused groans of pain. "Um mind keeping it down?"
But to my luck...it was just about to get louder. The sound of shattered glass meeting the ground, followed Luther falling from the ceiling.
My eyes nonchalantly trailed to man he threw out the entrance windows.
