#7 My Dad, the Hitman

I'm twelve years old. I live in a wealthy suburb of Los Angeles, CA. My parents own a huge house that we live in, it has state of the art security systems. The central room for our security system is in dads office, I'm not allowed in there. It's a large dark room with a lot of computers and really big metal safes, like at banks in the movies. That's what I can see through the entry way of the door when it is left open anyway. My dad leaves on business trips for a couple days at a time, sometimes a couple weeks. We have a huge passion for long range shooting and also shooting other kinds of firearms that dad has, so we shoot them at the range on weekends when he is home. I don't see him very often but he's a good guy to my mom and I. Together, we all live happily.