-PIPPA-
We were holed up deep in the woods, concealed behind thick brush, watching an old farmhouse standing alone in the middle of nowhere. Dad was keeping this operation tightly under wraps, so our group was as small as possible—just him, Mom, me, Uncle Hyp, the twins, and a handful of his most trusted soldiers from his coven.
"We need to be extra careful. There are landmines everywhere, armed with motion sensors," Dad warned, his tone sharp, his eyes cold. "If anything moves—on the ground or in the air—the whole place goes up like a Fourth of July fireworks show."
"S.hit." Mom cussed—something she never does in front of me. She must have been so stressed that she let it slip. "So it's worse than last time? We can't even fly over it?"
"No, we can't. But there are no guards. They want
