What The Luck!?

When Asher reached out and started to pull Art away from the kitchen, Art had tried to resist. But soon the realization overcame him and he knew that the group was moving along on their tour. 

"Come on. If we move her no one can kick you out f the kitchen. You will be able to cook there every day." This seemed to do that trick as Art gave in and left back to the dining room. 

"I still think that it's the best kitchen ever. Did you see the oven? It was a newer model." The key fact had not escaped Art. He had his dream kitchen in mind but decided that this kitchen was the next nest thing. 

"What about the other rooms in the mansion? Are they all the same high tech? Or are we stuck with a nice kitchen and nothing?" Jane knew that pushing Art's buttons like this would push him to get back on the tour. He had been the one who learned the layout of the house. 

"Of course the kitchen isn't the only place. There are office spaces on the second floor that have access to the internet. The wireless system on the wall plug ins are set up throughout the house. Easily one of the most high technology options in any of the places I searched for." This was a good point. Because being able to get news and information from any place in the mansion would be incredibly important. Especially when the group was heading out on a patrol and needed map details of ongoing crime alerts. 

"I know there is a lot going on, but why does the wall have a half door thing on it?" Laura had glanced to the side and found something much more common in older homes. But this mansion had one to make things a lot easier for the residents. 

"I know what those are. They are garbage or lingerie chutes. You drop trash or laundry down it and the next thing you know it is being sent to the laundry or trash room. In this case, it looks like laundry since this is too small to be for trash rooms." Sammy had seen this in movies and was sure that this was the intention of the chute. 

"So. you're saying that if I was, for example, to push someone down it they would end up in the laundry room?" Art and Asher had already caught on to this possibility and appeared to be staring each other down. They both were about to jump in to their own battle to push the other done the chute for fun when Louis made his presence a little too known. 

"together? "

"Together. Get him!" They jumped and lifted Louis up and were promptly hit with a burst of wind. 

"Nice try. But that laundry chute is gross and could end with all of you getting a concussion. If any of you try that again, I will send you in to the air like a kite." No one had expected such a reaction from Sammy. She had switched in to a harsh mom mode in a second. Something had 

"Ha! That's where all of you were. I couldn't find my way through this place until I felt that gust of wind and followed it through here. I thought you would all have gone up the stairs already. What did I miss?" Jackson had followed them inside some time ago and managed to get himself lost on the first floor in the maze of side rooms for guests. 

"Just a gym, kitchen, and this laundry chute." Louis tried to play it off as if nothing had happened. It was a monotone explanation that appeared to do the trick. 

"Come on. We should check the second floor before the day is over." Cara was tired of waiting and took the lead. Before they knew it they had been brought through bedroom after bedroom and fancy bathroom after bathroom. All were tip tier and could hold more than just their family. In all essence, this was truing in to a purchase of a mansion that was more like a high end apartment building. 

"I think my real question is, why is there a ballroom on the second floor? Wouldn't having a dance area seem odd?" Asher stood in the room at mirrored the dining room on the first floor. But it was as if all the surrounding rooms and would be kitchen had been opened up. The floors were a shiny smooth wooden making all of them wonder just how expensive this place really was. 

" I can't see us ever hosting large parties that need this, but after we convert it fully in to a headquarters, we should be able to add some walls or just make this in to a very large conference room." The idea was smart and everyone agreed with Jane. There was not much reason to stay around and look elsewhere until another stairwell caught Asher's eye. 

"What is up the stairs? Shouldn't it just be an attic?" The idea of an attic was not that amazing. An attic was an attic and no matter where you went it would be kind of creepy and boring. 

"I don;t think so. There weren't any pictures of one on the website. I bet it's just a crawl space or whatever." Art shrugged and attempted to walk away. But he had piqued everyone's interest and there was no way they would be walking away. 

"I'm going to check it out!" Laura dashed doff faster than anyone else could even react. In only a few moments she reappeared looked as if she had just discovered buried gold treasure. "Come here come here come here come hereeeerrr!" They all knew that there was no escape now. Laura would forcefully drag them on the adventure if they didn't go. 

There was an endless creaking to the stairs that just went to prove that no one had often walked them. It was as if the stair were never properly worn down since the mansion was built. "I thought that it just ended here since you know, there's a wall. But!" 

Laura showed them the seemingly dead end. However, what they noticed immediately was that there was a crack in the wall at the top of the stairs. Laura pried the crack apart and the wall shifted. The scene that was unveiled was any readers dream. "There's an entire upstairs library!" 

Hundred of books were piled on shelves and some tables. The attic was not very tall and followed the same rules as any attic. The walls were slanted and not even when it came to e contours of the ceilings. But that was perfect and added to the charm. There was a bookshelf expertly crafted in to these places and also multiple other staircases that went down to the second floor. 

"This is like a hidden maze leading to a secret library. I think you found some puzzle makers' mansion or something Art." This was what impressed Cara most of all. These books were from generations. Some were old and worn while others were more recent within the last five years. She adored the charm and wanted to start investigating even more. 

"It passes my vote. The garden potential alone is great. Ut also had solid foundations so my parents will support it more than anything." Jackson voted his own right there with Cara. Soon the rest fo the group had hands raised in agreement as well. The only; person that was left was Asher. 

"I know we want a headquarters. But do we think we will use this place for that pr will we slack off? It's good that we would be expanding but we need to maintain our drive. Would we become complacent here in the luxury?" One thing that Asher worried about was that the group would become like some popular heroes. They would stop improving because they had the high life and didn't need to push themselves to be better every day. A great many celebrity super heroes had lost themselves to such traps. 

"I think we need this kind of place. I would be able to let my lighting out with safety around here since there is a training room underground." 

"Wait, an under-"

"I would be able to fly around down there too without worry about planes or anything in the way." 

"But the base-"

Asher. Think about it like a temporary home we are converting ver the next few years in to a real group. This is just a start and soon we will be like the best of the best with multiple headquarters in multiple cities." Jacksons couldn't get a word in between everyone speaking. Art had finished up with the best point. This might be the start of things for them but definitely not the end. They were far from being real heroes and far from being world renown heroes. 

"Then I will vote yes. But you have to take our parents on the tours.." Art shook his head ready to try and escape the responsibility to no avail. 

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