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"I want to play, too!" 7-year old Nicolette Peacecraft announced, stomping her little foot for emphasis.
Adrian sighed and rolled his eyes, casting a quick glance over to his partner before giving in to his little sister. "Okay, fine. But if you get hurt, I don’t want to hear it, got me?"
The youngest present just smiled brightly at him.
"It’s us against them," the 21-year old told his team. "Now, they’re older, yes. They’re more experienced, without a doubt. But we’ve got youth and heredity on our side, people. We can do this. Remember to be as quiet as possible, back each other up, and don’t gloat until *after* we win!"
The eight ‘children’ present nodded with grave seriousness before turning towards the obstacle course.
"DADDY!"
"ADRIAN! Why is your sister here?!"
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"Distraction tactics, Dad. You’re dead."
Zechs Merquise looked down with surprise at the bright orange paint splatterings covering his jumpsuit.
"I can’t believe you fell for tha---AH!"
<<SPLAT>>
"Sorry, Aunt Luce!"
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"Sorry—" giggles, "Aunt Lu!"
"Winner! I’m going to get your son! And his little twin, too!"
"Would if you could, but you’re dead, so you can’t!" taunted the sister.
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"AH!"
"TRINI—<<SPLAT>> ACK!"
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"INJUSTICE!!"
"Die fair and square, Daddy."
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"ATTACK! ATTACK!!"
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"You know," Adrian sighed, trying to scrub the bright blue paint off his neck and face. "One day we’re going to beat you guys."
Trinity, who was covered in equally bright blue paint and leaning against her smirking- free-from-any-paint-father, Heero, replied, "Never. It would be a sad day when that happens."
"You’re getting better though," Duo offered, shrugging out of his jumpsuit. "A little bit lower and you would have gotten me."
"Next time," his son promised with a maniacal grin and glint in his eyes.
End Part 4
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