A short middle-aged father with a medium brown complexion sits at the end of a small bed. His hair is short and dark, a pair of glasses rest on his nose. In his hands, an open book titled The Underdogs.602Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1A8KDTSTNL
The short middle-aged man is reading to, two young boys, no older than 9 years old. One child has the same complexion as the middle-aged man and shares some of the same facial features with him also. The other child, Caucasian, and visually different.
The book is closed by the middle-aged man.
“Awe dad!” The darker skinned boy wined. “One more chapter, please dad, please.”
“Please uncle Marché,” begged the lighter skinned boy.
“Tomorrow I'll read another chapter to you guys,” said Marché.
“Dad, how come Breaker and Agent hate each other so much in the story?” asked the son.
Marche grins and lets off a soft chuckle, “Perhaps they don't hate each other, maybe their extreme differences as individuals just make it hard to show just how much they care.”
“No-way dad, they hate each other,” said the son.
“I want to say no-way too…” paused the nephew, “but my dad tells me to always be open-minded and to think outside the box.”
“Yeah, that's definitely something your dad would say,” laughed Marche.
A mature woman’s laugh came from the door. Marche see’s his wife leaning against the door frame.
Marche and his wife chuckle together briefly.
“You should read them the next chapter,” she smiled.
Marche reopens the book to see what the next chapter is, “The Invisible Enemy Part Two,” he reads out loud.
“I really like the end of that chapter,” she says in a way that seems as if she is hinting something.
Marche thinks for a very short moment and smiles, “you know what? One more chapter won't hurt.”
The two boys jump up with excitement and cheer, “yay-yay-yay-yay-yay.”
“I'm starting now, you wanna hear the story don't you?” asked Marche playfully.
The two boys calmed down and each took a side beside Marche and he begins to read.602Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzSFZYg4o76
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After a little over 10 minutes of reading Marche gets to the end of the chapter and emphasizes the last few lines from it, “Breaker, I didn't expect you to be the one to save me. You hated me the most, why did you? asked Agent,” read Marche.602Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRMWuB2RQFJ
“Because I don't hate you, Breaker said,” Marche continued then shut the book.
“Wow! That was amazing! Breaker actually saved Agent’s life!” cheered the son.
“Yeah, those guys are so cool! No one stands a chance against the NASF 360th squad!” cheered the nephew.
Marche and his wife look at each other and chuckle again.
The Nephew suddenly looks down and tries to hide his face, “can I call my dad yet? I miss him a lot.”
Marche replies, “not yet, your dad is still away on a business trip.”
“Oh, okay,” the nephew accepts.
“Alright boys, time for bed,” Marche made known.
The two boys crawl into their beds and get ready for bed. Marche tucks them in and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. He checks his cell phone and notices an unheard voicemail notification.
“That’s weird,” Marche said to his wife, “Dylan sent me a voicemail 10 hours ago.”
Marche puts the phone to his ear and starts the voicemail. After a few moments, his eyes filled with panic.
“Dylan isn't on a business trip, is he?” asked Marches wife with fear in her voice.
“I have to go,” said Marche rushing to his study office.
Marche pushes a bookcase full of science books over to reveal a hidden door. He opens the door and enters a pitch black room. He turns the lights on which reveals a mannequin dressed in a uniform with NASF labelled on an arm. Behind the mannequin, a wall holding a hand full of guns and military equipment.
“I have to call JJ,” said thought Marche out loud as he dialled his number.602Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKoP9mHPraL
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As he waits for the call to go through someone knocks on the door. Marche walks to the door and just before he gets there JJ answers the phone. Marches wife goes to answer the door.
“JJ, Breaker-”
“I know,” interrupted JJ not just from the phone, but from the door as well.
Marche turns around and sees JJ, standing at his front door dressed in his NASF uniform. And behind him, the rest of his old squad mates
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“Well…” paused JJ, “I guess the 360th return for one more mission.”
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