We are Family (Unfortunately)

Part 6 {Growing Up Hargreeves}

(Kat here! I've decided to put in this type of chapter every once in awhile to shed some light on the childhood of the Hargreeves kids. You can probably expect one every time an "episode" ends. That's all. Enjoy!)

(6 Hours before Five disappeared)

"Allison! Have you seen my mask?" I called downstairs to my sister.

Her curly head of hair poked out from around the corner leading upstairs.

"Nope! Sorry Izzy!" She called back.

I groaned and ran back upstairs to tear my room up some more. It's got to be here somewhere...

Suddenly, something hit me in the back of the head.

"Ow!" I whipped around, "Ben!" I screeched as my brother whipped around the corner and launched himself downstairs.

I sighed and glanced down to see that he had shot my mask at the back of my head using the elastic strap. Wonderful.

"The Umbrella Academy is not late to missions! Number Eight! Come down here this instant!"

Dad.

"I'm coming!" I called back, snatching my mask and rushing downstairs. I fumbled with the elastic on my wrist and managed to tame my wild ginger hair into a messy ponytail in my haste to get downstairs.

Dad stood at the best of the steps glaring as I rushed towards him. Everyone was lined up perfectly behind him, except Vanya, who stood at his side with her clipboard. "Next time, you will be quicker. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." I nodded and stared holes into the ground. I could practically feel Diego smirking at me. Quickly I hopped in line behind Ben. I flicked his upper arm as revenge for taking my mask. He snickered, and I knew I would get him back later.

But now we had to go on a mission.

"Everyone file in neatly but quickly, then I will inform you of our mission." Mom chirped from behind us as we made our way towards Dad's old 1930s Rolls Royce.

Somehow, all eight of us managed to squeeze into the car. I'm sure it's not legal for two kids to sit in the front passenger seat, but neither was interfering with the police. Which was exactly what we did for a living...

"Alright, so there have been reports of threats on the Albany Apartment complex downtown. There are many wealthy and powerful people living there, and the police scanners say that there is now a team of masked individuals storming the place," Mom told us while checking our seatbelts. "Klaus and Ben, take the first floor, stop anyone escaping with valuables or people. Luther, you will take the top floor, just so your strength doesn't alter the buildings structural soundness irreparably. Allison and Five take the second and third floors," Mom looked at Five. "Sorry sweetie, I'm still trying to come up with a name for you... maybe Gabriel?"

"Grace, focus." Dad grunted from the front seat. Five sighed, and as I looked over to him, I saw his eyes turn stormy and cold.

"Yes, of course. Izzy and Diego will take the four and fifth floors, do everything you can to make sure none get up to Luther. We don't want a lawsuit on our hands for a robber shaped hole in the roof." She smiled to Luther while we chuckled. "Now, be safe. I love you all."

A chorus of 'I love you, Mom.' Or, 'I love you, too.' filled the car all at once. Then we were off.

The drive took no more than five minutes before we pulled up behind the apartment building. Dad and Vanya grabbed their things and headed to a place where they could watch us. So that left us, with Luther in charge, as per usual.