Summon Lyght(66)

They all watched the images flickering across the screen far too quickly for the eye to distinguish and embedded the pertinent information required to master the silliness. Honestly, Robert failed to see what was so fabulous about the groove of those louts. He hoped they weren't all picking the same mannerisms. At the end of precisely fifteen minutes, sister shut it off.

"Five minutes to ingrain." She raised her hand then dropped it. "Go."

Robert tapped into the prefrontal cortex of his brain and routed all of the information he'd just gathered directly into his posterior parietal cortex and let it process. Almost immediately he felt the difference, his entire musculature and frame slowly moving to adapt to the impulses and nuances he'd just assimilated.

"Time's up!" She glided up to Robert and took his hand.

Robert spun her around, a brand new impulse. Peggy giggled and followed him in what resembled a choreographed set of movements. Dancing. That's what it was. "How did you know?" Even he hadn't realized he might enjoy dancing.

"I cheated." Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Of course you did." Robert drew her up from a dip, unable to decide whether to be annoyed or pleased. He could well imagine taking great pleasure in the skill, but Peggy should not have taken upon herself to decide which skills to give them all. That was something they should choose individually.

"I thought it necessary." She grinned mischievously. "So we look like we know each other."

"Of course you did." Maxwell grinned, obviously not worried what other information their sister had deemed necessary.

"Oh stop. It's just mannerisms and a couple of simple skills, not your masculine inadequacies." Judging by Peggy's huge smile, she knew all about those too. Wench.

Robert surveyed his body, searching for anything he'd need to be concerned about. His muscles were thin and taut, not bulging. Inconspicuous. Even his male member seemed to match. Not that it mattered, he didn't plan on using it for anything besides disposing of his body's wastes. A light shudder rolled through him as knowledge of what it could be used for stood on the screen in his mind. He quickly wiped it away, glad he'd never need to know such things. At least they hadn't been asked to demonstrate understanding of that particular set of skills.

"What do I do?"

They all turned to Tyler.

He shrugged a little. "I was thinking you might need human bait. Authentic."

Francis snapped. "Great idea. Definitely."

The idea of Tyler going into that scenario didn't feel right to Robert. "How unsafe is that?"

"Nothing will happen to him. I can insure this." Peggy lowered her lashes the looked up to meet all their gazes, perfectly and absolutely positive of her statement.

One thing was certain. Tyler couldn't be safer than with Peggy as his body guard. And judging by the possessive way she behaved around him, he was definitely stuck with her protection.

"So all we have to do is learn their schedule, and determine the best time to intervene."

"Done." Francis dropped into a chair with a conspiratorial smile. "Tomorrow night they're having a Welcome Home party for one of their members getting out of prison. I was thinking we could happen by and join in the fun. Cause just enough disturbance to gain the attention we need but stay under the radar too."

"What do you need me to do?"

"We'll figure that out," Francis said. "But first, we need to go meet with our Fathers. Nothing is set until we get their clearance."

"Who's going to tell them?" Maxwell sauntered forward in his fancy new self.

It was going to take time to get used to seeing Maxwell so….masculine. He'd chosen nearly the opposite of what Robert had, muscles pushing at the fibers of his long sleeved aqua dress shirt. Matching blue green eyes below jet black brows and hair made him the perfect human pawing distraction. Robert hid a little smile. He would keep close to Maxwell in the human world to ensure his own invisibility.

Francis shrugged. "How about all of us?"

"In our human form?" Peggy looked cheerfully hopeful.

Silence fell as they all contemplated that. There was nothing wrong with their forms, they were just… different. How would the Archangels react? Robert wished he knew in advance. "May as well get it over with."

"Get what over with?" Max chuckled. "We're more than adults you know and it's not like we're doing anything wrong."

Robert shrugged. "I know. It's just…"

"Weird?" Francis offered.

"I do believe that is the perfect expression."

Peggy sighed and cocked her hip with a hand on it, staring at Robert. "Couldn't you have picked a different accent? And vocabulary?"