They were doing the dishes Alex's head jerked round from the sink at the loud noise, and recognition clicked. This was it. His chest grew tight, and he shared a brief look with his father could only spare a fraction of a second for his famous glare before nodding his head for Alex to go.
Alex wasted no time in bolting up the stairs where his go-bag was waiting. he slung his sword over his shoulder and worked open the window in one fluid motion.
Ares was calmer in his movements, tugging off yellow gloves with his teeth and stooping to collect a shot gun from under the sink.
"Get the hell out of my house," he ordered, stepping out of the kitchen to confront the men.