Dad hurried over to a bookshelf and pulled onto a particular book entitled, The Door which triggered the bookcase to swivel like a revolving door. Skye and I were quickly ushered through to a set of stairs leading down to a large secret room under the house. There dad ran to a computer console and cued up two monitors which showed the inside and outside of the house just as the doorbell rang. "Let us see what our mystery guests want here." Softly, he said.
Meanwhile, mom ran to another control panel and hit two buttons which caused the family car to be lowered below the garage while a stone colored plate slid into place, making the garage look empty. "Sorry, guys, no one is home." Grinning, she said.
There were four men total, each in black business suits, black gloves and dark shades. They indeed looked scary as Skye warned. The one who seemed to have been in charge gave a silent nod to the other three who walked spit up, two walking around the house while the third looked into the attached garage. The doorbell was rang a second time before the one in charge reached into his suit pocket, producing a lock picking kit. Seeing this, I opened my mouth to speak only dad silenced me with a wave of his hand.
"He's not getting in that easy." Calmly, he said. "The lock is a dummy for dummies."
"Have you not noticed that we never used a key to gain entry?" Smiling, mom asked. "Our door knob has finger print recognition technology."
I turned back to the monitors, surprised. Mom and dad seemed to have thought of everything when it came to home defense. I watched as the man put the lock picking kit back into his pocket after failing and raised his foot to kick the door in. Only dad chuckled, shaking his head. "Are you mad, bro...?" Bemused, he asked the monitor.
I continued to watch, amazed as the door held despite the power of the man's kick. Mom giggled seeing him fail. "There is four inches of solid steel inside that wooden door with two inch titanium bolts on the top and bottom, keeping the door locked."
"If the house is so secure, why are we..." Confused, I started.
"These are hired thugs paid to test the strength of the house." Interrupting me, dad explained. "We are down here to observe and record their attempts so to strengthen where they tried to get in."
"Wait... what..." Startled, I asked.
"There is a lot for you to learn, dear." Serious, mom said. "For now, just understand that you cannot let your guard down for an instant in this business."
I gulped, expecting a more in depth briefing as the four men...