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Angela's intention has always been to move her grandsons into a French school once their language skills are up to par; in the meantime, they attend the International School of Paris. Angela daily helps Simon with his statistics homework, helps Monty with fractions. The rule of the house is that all homework help must be requested and received in French. They're good boys. Smart boys. They have a healthy respect for their grandmother, which translates into a courteous, affectionate distance. Angela encourages this.
She managed to get the Secret Service away from them without an overabundance of effort.
Which is why, when she picks them up and spies the human refrigerators in sunglasses, earpieces, and cheap suits lurking around the Rue Beethoven, she demands to see some identification. In French.
"United States government, Mrs. Petrelli," one replies in what Angela is just sure is a Texan drawl. It's ugly. "We're here on the president's orders."
The president's orders.
Of course.
"Nathan," she says briskly, "isn't here. Simon, Monty, get in the car, please. Gentlemen, we'll continue this discussion at a later date."
They follow her back to the house.
She doesn't let them in.
She makes two phone calls: one to a friend in law enforcement, another to a friend in security. Within an hour someone is watching the watchers.
Before she goes to bed she takes out her Beretta, ensures that it's loaded, and places it in her nightstand.
She managed to get the Secret Service away from them without an overabundance of effort.
Which is why, when she picks them up and spies the human refrigerators in sunglasses, earpieces, and cheap suits lurking around the Rue Beethoven, she demands to see some identification. In French.
"United States government, Mrs. Petrelli," one replies in what Angela is just sure is a Texan drawl. It's ugly. "We're here on the president's orders."
The president's orders.
Of course.
"Nathan," she says briskly, "isn't here. Simon, Monty, get in the car, please. Gentlemen, we'll continue this discussion at a later date."
They follow her back to the house.
She doesn't let them in.
She makes two phone calls: one to a friend in law enforcement, another to a friend in security. Within an hour someone is watching the watchers.
Before she goes to bed she takes out her Beretta, ensures that it's loaded, and places it in her nightstand.