Last Words [The Final Will of G. Underwood]

[Lala & Reese Degreas]

I, Gabriel Zachary Michael Underwood hereby declare that this is my last will and testament… I hereby nominate, constitute and appoint Marisol Talita Degreas and Lamora Rute Degreas as Executor and give and grant the Executor all powers and authority as are required or allowed in law, and especially that of assumption.

Reese hadn’t wanted to even touch the laptop, but orders were orders. The Twins were the only ones left living who knew the password, and they knew what to do should tragedy ever strike. And it had. Hard. A will was not something they were ever hoping to have to read until Gabriel was old, old, old…his dream already realized. But alas, it was no so. And so here they were, Reese’s eyes returning the cold glare of the monitor as the two women carried out the remaining instructions.

They had already taken care of the dogs, the ones that were left, after they’d ensured Jesse’s safety. They weren’t sure that Max---no, Nathan--- would be happy to have Gambit laying on his stoop in the morning, but the dog belonged with the teen, and carried the last message from the Twins to Jesse. It was simple, but it meant something to them that he know it:

Te Amo Muito

Now that the sentimentality was done, it was time to close up shop. The estate was enormous, and it took quite a bit of doing to rig it properly, but there was only one was to complete the actions listed in Gabriel’s will. The girls had always followed orders and with nothing but their banking information, travel papers, and a backpack each, they moved to stand on a hill that opposed the compound. Lala flicked open a pay-as-you-go cellphone and dialed Gabriel’s date of birth, looking to her sister as she pressed the “CALL” button.

The bomb shook the ground under them, triggering the other explosives in the compound until the entire area was engulfed in flames. The pillar of smoke quickly wound into the sky. Lala tucked the detonator into her pocket and looked to Reese again. The instructions of the will still burned at the back of her eyelids as she ran with Lala through the woods, towards the airport and a plane to Cuba:

Destroy everything. Don’t look back.

Beyond that, the other instructions were unspoken. There had been, however, a note that gave them the strength to move on. Several pages into the will, beyond anything that someone who stumbled upon it would read, was a promise, one more precious than the first Gabriel had ever made to the Twins:

I’m waiting for you