The Great Escape

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"Your sons are the great-grandsons of Captain Archibald Wickity, are they not?" The weird agent asked.

"It's Witwicky." Dad corrected for the second time.

"May I enter the premises, sir?" The agent pushes past Dad who didn't get to answer.

Mom peered out the window. "Ron, there's guys all over the front yard."

My Dad looked around at the agents that entered behind the original agent. "What the heck is going on here?"

"Your sons filed a stolen car report last night. We think it's involved in a national security matter." The dude explains. Sam traipsed into the living room with Mikaela behind him. I followed a bit behind them, staying by the doorway.

"They're ripping up my rose bushes!" Mom complained at the same time as Dad said, "National security?"

The agent nodded. "That's right. National security."

"My God, Ron, they're everywhere." Mom kept complaining. "There's guys in suits all around the house! Look at this!"

"Could you stay off the grass?" Dad asked, annoyed.

The agent ignored him and looked over at one of his colleagues. "Get me a sample and some isotope readings."

"They're pulling bushes out of the ground!"
"Good Lord! They've got to get their hands off my bush!"

Mom marched up to the door with a bat in her hands only to be blocked by the agent. "Ma'am, drop the bat."

"Woah, hey. That's my..." 

"I'm carrying a loaded weapon." The agent warned.

"But you'd better get those guys out of my garden", Mom threatened, " or i'm gonna beat the crap out of them!"

"Are you experiencing any flu-like symptoms? Aching joints? Fever?" The agents holds a pen light up to Mom's eyes.

"No!"

"What is this?" Sam finally cuts in. The agent glances at him.

"How are you doing, son. Is your name Sam?" 

"Yeah."

"Well I need you to come with me. And your twin, where is he?"

Dad puts an arm in front of Sam. 'Woah, way out of line."

"Sir. i'm asking politely. Back off." The agent's voice was full of annoyance and threat. My instincts were telling me to  get my family and get out.

"You're not taking my sons." Dad spits.

"Really? You gonna try to get rough with us."

"No, but i'm gonna call the cops, because there's something fishy going on around here."

I gave my Dad a look. They're the government. The cops can't do much.

"Yeah. There's something a little fishy about you, your sons, your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here." The agent threatens, slowly getting closer to my dad.

"What operation?"

"That's what we're going to find out." The agent says, pulling a thing out of his pocket.

"I'm think direct contact." Another agent says to the original.

God, I really have to find out his name. I can't calling him the "original agent", or the "weird agent".

I didn't even realise the agent was talking to me until another one told hold of my arm. I instinctively ripped out of grip and kicked him in the shin. Any other agents in the room took out their guns and aimed them at me.

"Hey! Guns down!" Dad yells. I froze and glanced at the loaded weapons putting my hands up and slowly moving towards the agent. 

"Thank you. Step forward. Both of you." The agents commands. 

I complied without hesitation, still having a gun trained on me. Sam stuttered and did as told.

The agent dude waved the weird device he had in front of us. It beeped a few times in front of Sam. "Fourteen rads." 

He redid it for me and the machine beeped rapidly. "What the hell? Your one of them."

"Bingo! Bag'em and tag'em."