Ken opened his house door and walked back inside.

His eyes began to glow.

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At that very moment, every single machine in the house, be it refridgerator, toaster, blender, even the light fixtures, were all reconfigured to form robots of different shapes and sizes depending on the machinery. Even the house security cameras changed form.

Robots also came out of the couch, having apparently been hiding there all this time.

Ken: Objective 3. Replay footage.

The robots' eyes all started glowing, as did Ken's.

In his mind, video footage of everything that had happened in the past few hours replayed. He left nothing to chance, watching every second of Max's appearance in the house up till the last moment.

And, after a few moments, a massive sigh of relief escaped his mouth. Not a thing. Not one suspicious thing.

He could finally put his doubts to rest. Max Hunter was no threat.

On top of that, he knew full well how and why Max wanted to be a part of the team, and so, he had no reason to believe he had a dangerous ulterior motive.

Ken: Objective accomplished. Return.

The robots reflexively returned to their normal forms, playing as the normal things one would use in a house, completely indistinguishable from ordinary refridgerators and toasters and such.

Ken took a seat and turned the T.V. screen on.

Ken: (thinking: Max, like all people, has secrets. But, at least for now, I can safely assume that none of those secrets will come to harm the team, or more importantly...)

He looked at a family picture in a corner for a moment.

Ken: (thinking: And I suppose I'll keep Tiff's principles and let Max keep his privacy. I won't look up his private life.)

The car pulled up in the driveway.

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Ken instinctively got up to meet his parents and help them with their bags.

Ken: (thinking: Well.... I did lie to him. Albeit only once.) Welcome back, dad, mom.

Frida: Evening hon.

Her eyes, it was clear to Ken that she was still worried about him, but experience had taught him long ago that the often best solution to such situations was to wait it out a bit. She'd calm down, eventually.

Gordon: Hey, son. How about you help your old man with these bags?

Ken: Sure...

He walked to the back seat and pulled out some shopping bags containing a vast assortment of things. Mostly food, but some clothes as well.

"Mom couldn't resist," he thought.

And then his eyes landed on the car radio. A part of the car that sent him into a short trance. It was a memory, a distinct memory. Quite some time ago, when he juryrigged the car radio to double as an audio recording device as well as a tracker and camera.

He then promptly pulled out the bags.

Gordon: Oh man. My boy's getting strong.

Strong. Right. After all... he was the one who was fighting villains all this time. Him becoming fitter was one of the obvious results of that.

Gordon: Soon you'll be able to take on your old man... huh?

Dad was being dad again, just as he'd expect.

Ken fakely embarassedly smiled.

He carried the bags into the house and, with his family, went into the house.

Frida: Oh! How was your day with Max? Has he already left?

Ken: Oh.... yeah. He had to go home early.

Frida: Oh... well thats a shame. I would have loved to meet him. (sighs) Well.... maybe next time.

Ken: Yeah.

Frida: Did you have fun?

Ken: Yes.

Frida: (giggles) Well, I'm glad to hear that. Come on. I'll rustle you two some grub.

Gordon: (suddenly and immediately) MM MM MMMMM. I can't wait!

Frida: Oh you....

This flirtatious conversation naturally disgusted Ken, causing him to simply leave upstairs.

Frida: Oh! Ken?

Ken: Yes, mom?

Frida: Could you help me cook dinner?

Ken: Sure. I'll be right there.

He started down the stairs just to find the pair speaking in low voices. He knew his mother didn't call him to see that, but that didn't matter because he had long sicne grown accustomed to it

A sigh escaped his mouth as he looked upon his mother and father.

Ken: (thinking: Everything in this house. Just about everything. Especially after I joined Tiffany's team....)

He started towards his parents.

Ken: (thinking: ...has been turned to a weapon, camera, and tracker.)

This included their phones, lap tops, you name it.

Even the machinery they use while working, albeit not as much as in the house.

His father walked over to watch T.V. while he and his mother started to cook. It was rice.

Frida: Remember to drain the rice, Ken.

Ken: Ok, mom.

As he drained the rice, he looked at his mother once more. Her heart seemed to be more at rest. Of that, he was glad.

Ken: (thinking: I'm the only one in this team with a normal family....)

Frida: Oh, and the salt, too.

Ken: Sure. (thinking: ... and I, for one, plan to keep it that way.)