This is for my friend, Myki Fri. Enjoy.

Ronald Knox stood on top of a large mansion in England, watching the family below. They were amusing to say the least.

They were all blond, four men. One, Francis Bonnefoi, had chin length wavy hair, stubble, and an annoying french laugh. No wonder Arthur Kirkland, the blond Brit with huge eyebrows, acted as though he hated him. Then there was the shy and quiet Canadian, Matthew Williams. None of the others notices him, so he just sat on the grass and played with a polar bear cub, his single curl bobbing in the wind. Then came the last one. The self proclaimed hero. Alfred F. Jones.

He was wearing a brown leather bomber jacket, and a pair of swim trunks. He had a random bit of hair that stood straight out of his bangs, and a pair of glasses. He was laughing loudly as Francis pushed Arthur into a kiddie pool.

This American was his next target.