We had arrived at our destination, Reginald and Number 7 went to a different location once we were dropped off on the roof of the bank. Number 1 pulled us all into a huddle.

"Okay team, we have a bank robbery in progress, said to be about 7 men, with weapons and it looks like a hostage situation. Now, I think Number 3 should go in first, I'll see if I can find another way in through the roof. Number 4 and 6, you two stick together and wait for us to call you in. Number 8, how confident are you? Be honest, we don't want you getting hurt." The group all turned to look at me.

How confident was I actually? I mean I know I have been practising every chance I get... I'll be fine.

"I'm very confident, I know what I can do," I spoke up, which earned me a smile from most of the group.

"That's great, right, you stick with Numbers 2 and 5. Remember, try and protect the hostages as much as possible and if anyone needs assistance, shout. Now, are we ready for this?" Number 1 finished off his talk and we all went off in our assigned groups.

Me and Number 2 and 5 entered the building on the far side, we were stuck behind one of the large pillars so no one would see us yet. It was a little awkward being bunched together, but we were all focused on watching what was going on in the reception area.

"You nervous?" Number 2 asked in a hushed voice as we were pressed shoulder to shoulder. I looked up at him and gave him a small smile.

"I am a little, but I know I've got this." I appreciated Number 2 checking in on me, it was nice.

"Well, you better, or else we might as well be planning your funeral now. What flowers would you like?" Number 5 chimed in.

Before I could answer I could hear Number 3 talking to one of the robbers.

"I heard a rumour..."

"What? What did you say?" The robber asked back.

Number 3 stepped closer to him.

"I heard a rumour, that you shot your friend in the foot." As instructed, the robber aimed the gun at his friend's foot and fired.

"It's showtime." Number 2 spoke, just as more shots were fired and the sound of glass breaking emerged from the reception.

That must have been Number 1, guess he wanted to make an entrance.

As Number 1 threw another robber out of a window, Number 2 left my side and ran into the reception. On instinct, I went to follow but Number 5 put his hand out and pushed me back.

"No, not yet. I'll tell you when to go." Five spoke, in a tone I hadn't heard from him, maybe he is different when on missions.

"Guns are for sissies. Real men throw knives!" Number 2 shouted as he directed a set of knives towards the robber who was talking to Number 3, but they quickly changed direction to another robber who was standing to the side.

Wow, that is impressive!

I looked around to see if there were any other robbers and noted that there was one with a group of hostages, poking his gun in people's faces, I knew I had to do something.

I left Number 5's side and ran up towards the robber. They had a big advantage on me, not only did they have a gun but they were considerably taller than me. I focused all my energy in creating a ball of air, which to my surprise worked.

The robber turned around quickly and got ready to fire his gun, but before he could I blasted him with my ball of air, he landed into one of the pillars which not only caused damage to him but I couldn't help but notice a small crack had formed where his head had made contact.

Is it bad that I'm impressed? I didn't realise I was that strong.

The others were now surrounding the man who Number 3 rumoured at the start, he had managed to stand up on the main reception desk, pointing his gun at the others.

"Hey, be careful up there buddy," Number 2 taunted.

"Get back now!" The robber said as he kept stepping away from them.

"Wouldn't want you to get hurt." Number 3 joined in.

"I said get back now!"

An electric blue light emerged from behind the robber, it was Number 5, with his legs crossed and showing a cheeky smile as he spoke.

"Or what?" His presence made the robber jump in fear and as he turned he shot at Number 5. But he was no longer there. The robber looked puzzled and began frantically shooting at the same spot, thinking maybe the boy was invisible.

A few seconds later, Number 5 appeared behind the robber, with a quick turn the robber began to shoot at him again, but was disappointed to see that his gun had been switched with a stapler.

Okay, I can't lie, that was a smart idea.

"Ooh! That's one badass stapler," Number 5 joked, his arms folded. Before the robber had a chance to say anything, Number 5 pushed the stapler into the robber's head, causing him to pass out.

I couldn't help but note that Number 5's voice cracked when he spoke, I was definitely going to tease him with that later.

Moving my attention to my own target, I noticed that he hadn't moved from his position. I untied the hostages and led them to the door. A few people thanked me on their way out, which made me smile.

As I turned back to go inside, I saw Number 6 and 4 had joined the rest of us.

"Do we really have to do this?" Number 6 asked as we huddled around the vault.

"Come on Number 6. There's more guys in the vault." Number 1 spoke, harshly. I couldn't help but watch as I was finally going to see Number 6's powers.

Before Number 6 entered the vault he sheepishly spoke, "I didn't sign up for this."

The second the door closed, all I could see were these octopus-like tentacles. Blood started to spray all over the frosted windows, followed by screeches and pleas for help.

Now I know why he doesn't like to use his power.

A few seconds later, Number 6 emerged from the vault covered in thick blood, looking a little shaken.

"Can we go home now?"

I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, luckily, I had a tissue in my pocket and handed it to him.

"You did really well," I spoke, knowing that some positive feedback was what he needed right now.

"Thank you 8," he spoke back, giving me a small smile.

After Number 6 was a little more presentable, we all walked out of the main entrance and were greeted by reporters and the general public.

We all posed in our own ways for the cameras, I went with the classic one hand on the hip. Reporters then started hounding us with questions but none of us answered, we were all too busy taking in our success.

A few minutes later, we were taken inside by police but before they could ask us anything Reginald entered with Number 7, who had a hold of all our coats and scarfs.

"I'll take it from here," Reginald spoke to the police officers, who happened to take his word.

We were once again outside, it was hard to see with all the flashing cameras but we all noted that there were more people in the crowd now.

"Our world is changing," Reginald began to speak to the crowd. "Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted seven such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy."

I had my hands clasped behind my back, I decided not to smile but just keep a poker face. I stood in between Number 2 and 5 who were both doing their own poses. Floods of questions began after Reginald finished speaking.

"Mr Hargreeves! Channel 9 News. What happened to their parents?" A young brunette reporter asked.

"They were suitably compensated."

Hmm, I wonder how my mother got in contact with Reginald?

Before I had much time to think another reporter spoke up.

"Are you concerned about the welfare of the children?"

"Of course," he took a small pause, "as I am for the fate of the world."

The fate of the world? What does he mean by that...

As soon as we arrived home we were guided towards Reginald's office for a debrief from the mission. Number 1 spoke up and explained the plan of action, this was greeted with a nod from Reginald and a few scribbles in a notebook.

"And how did Number 8 do?"

Fingers crossed they all have something positive to say.

"Well," Number 1 started, "I believe she did really well. As said before she was with Number 2 and 5 for most of the mission so they will be able to give a more accurate review."

Okay, I'm happy with that feedback from Number 1, it's better than what I was expecting.

Reginald turned to both 2 and 5.

"Well, boys? How did she do?"

Number 2 spoke up first.

"As Number 1 said, she did really well. She noticed where she was needed and was able to do so on her own. I think I speak on behalf of the team when I say this but I think she is a really good addition to the team and quickly adapting." As before, Reginald scribbled something down.

"Number 5? Anything to add?"

Oh boy, this should be good!

"Yeah, what Number 2 said." Number 5's response was clearly not what Reginald was looking for, as he looked up at Number 5 with a disappointed look.

Number 5 sighed before he spoke up again.

"I noticed how she used her powers without fault, I think there is a clear improvement from yesterday."

I think that's the best you're going to get Reginald.

"Right children. As you saw today, this was our first day of branding ourselves as the Umbrella Academy. Yes, you have been on missions before but those were practice runs! Now that we are established, I have decided that you will get tattoos as a way to represent that you are all bonded together."

Number 3 and I looked at each other in shock.

Can children even get tattoos? Surely not.

Number 1's hand went up, but this was ignored by Reginald.

"There will be no questions about it. They will take place after dinner tonight, you are all dismissed."

Even though our mission was successful, we all went back to our rooms quietly. No one was happy about getting a tattoo. It was strange, we weren't allowed proper names but we could get tattoos.

Dinner came around quickly, and a sense of nervousness and anxiety was in the air. No one looked at each other and when they did, it would be a quick half smile and then eyes back to their plate.

After dinner, we all gathered in the entrance hall. Grace was waiting with the tattoo artist who had just finished setting up. The artist looked a bit shocked at first to see seven kids but the look quickly disappeared, as if he remembered that he knew that his clients would be children.

"Right children," Reginald spoke, making his way to stand next to Grace. "Take a seat, I don't want any commotion."

We all scrambled to get a seat, luckily I got the seat farthest away from the artist. Number 4 was the only one without a seat, meaning, he would be going first.

One by one we all waited to get our tattoos, Number 3 was next. I could tell she was in a lot of pain but tried to hide it the best she could. After she was done both her and 4 hugged each other and held their wrists in pain.

Number 2 was next, he was also trying to be brave, when Grace went to comfort him he flinched away at her touch. I could see Grace looked a bit hurt from his response but she understood that he didn't want to be seen as weak.

I couldn't help but look at the rest of us, Number 1 had his arms folded and kept his tough guy look, Number 6 was trying to focus on his breathing to calm himself down and Number 5 had his brows furrowed and a look on his face I hadn't seen yet, fear.

I couldn't help but bounce my leg up and down, this caught the attention of Number 5.

Oh boy, what was he going to say this time? I'm really not in the mood for this.

He turned to look at me, he had the same expression as before. He did something unexpected, he smiled at me. Not a nasty smile but a reassuring smile, I was taken aback a little but returned the smile. I think this will be the only time we look at each other in a caring way.

As the line got shorter and shorter and the muffled sounds of crying got a tiny bit louder, it was soon Number 5's turn. He placed his hand out and braced himself for the pain, just like Number 1 he didn't show the pain he was feeling, he made it look easy

Number 5 went to join the rest of his siblings but didn't join them with their muffled cries of pain, he just held onto his hand and stared at his new tattoo.

Next, it was my turn.

I slipped into the warm seat and placed my arm out. The sound of the tattoo gun became louder and louder until it touched my skin. The warm sensation travelled through me, but this sensation soon turned into pain, it was like my wrist was being cut open again and again. I bit my lip to hide my pain but after a few minutes, I was able to keep a straight face.

I then went to join the other, a small tear escaped my eye but I managed to wipe it away before anyone could see.

Reginald, pleased that all of us had now been tattooed dismissed us all, but before he walked away Number 2 spoke out.

"So we can get tattoos but not names?" This caught the attention of Reginald as he stopped walking and turned his head slightly.

"Do you think you are all deserving of names? Just because you got one tattoo?" Reginald still had his back to us.

Number 2 took another step forward.

"All children have names but us. We should have names, proper names!"

"Well, if that is how you all feel Grace can give you all names but I will not be calling you by them." Reginald then continued with his walk.

We all turned to Grace who was giving us her natural caring smile.

"You children would like names?" We all nodded. It was a comforting feeling that we all felt the same about having numbers for names.

"Well, okay. Luckily, I have already thought of names for you just in case something like this happened." Even though we were all in pain, we couldn't help but smile at the fact we were going to get unique names.

"Number 1, I was thinking Luther? In German it translates to soldier of the people." Number 1 started to smile.

"Luther, huh? I like it!"

"Perfect, Number 2, I was thinking Diego." Number 2 thought about it for a moment.

"Diego does sound badass!"

Grace turned towards Number 3.

"What about Allison? It has Scottish origins which translates to truth and noble, which I think fits perfectly with your power."

"Well I mean, I can't deny that it fits nicely with my power, thanks mum!" Allison then went to Grace for a one-sided hug, keeping her freshly tattooed wrist well away.

"Number 4, hmm, I was thinking of Enzo." Number 4 shook his head at this.

"No that doesn't sound like me... got anything else?" He asked, well at least he was honest about not liking his name.

"Okay, that's not a problem, how about Klaus?" With this Number 4 perked up.

"Now that definitely fits!" A few of us couldn't help but chuckle at his response.

"Number 5, I have the perfect name for you, I believe that Nicolas or Nick would be the right name for you."

Unlike the others, Number 5 didn't seem pleased. He turned to look at Grace.

"No."

We all looked at him in shock.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Diego asked, seeing that Grace dropped her smile slightly.

"I mean no as in no. I don't accept that name or any name. If Dad couldn't be bothered to name us then I don't want a name. Just call me Five." His voice was cold and his face was blank.

Diego stepped forward.

"You ungrateful piece of-" Before he could finish, Grace cut him off.

"Now Diego, it's quite alright, if Five doesn't want a name and would rather be called Five that is fine." Grace returned the smile and moved to look at Number 6.

"Number 6, what do you think of the name Ben?"

Number 6 looked up at the mention of his new name and smiled, he was clearly still in pain from the tattoo.

Before turning to me, she called for Number 7, who had been watching us from the staircase.

Had she been there the whole time? I didn't even notice.

What I did notice however was the umbrella Sharpie sketch she had done on her wrist. Number 7 moved halfway down the stairs and continued looking at her feet, afraid to meet anyone's eyes.

"Number 7, do you like the name Vanya?" Number 7 shuffled a bit and started playing with her long brunette hair.

"Yes, I like that name a lot. Thank you, Mum." She spoke quietly. I tried to give her a quick smile but she never looked up from her feet.

Finally, Grace turned to me and smiled.

"Now, Number 8. For you it is a bit different because you had a name before, however, I was never told it, to me, you look like a Charlotte." Just like the others, I smiled at the name I was given.

"I like it. Thank you, Mum."

With that Grace smiled, happy she was able to give us all names that we liked.

"So we have Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Five, Ben, Vanya and Charlotte... Yes, I think these names are so much better than the number names, of course, no offence Five."

With that, we all headed to our rooms, with sore wrists and new names.