Capter 1: Virus
Donald steps off the hydrolube all smiles. He is met by his brother Douglas. "Hey Bro. How did it go?"
Donald smiles even bigger. "We crushed Nathan Slate. Best Inventors Convention ever. If I didn't feel so crappy I would be jumping up and down."
Douglas was too excited about hearing they had crushed his lifelong arch rival Nathan Slate to hear Donald say he wasn't feeling well. He did a little happy dance and asked. "Did he cry this time?" but his smile quickly faded he saw Donald now ghost white. "You ok bro?"
Douglas barely got the question out before Donald's eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed to the floor. Douglas quickly got everyone out of the area not knowing exactly what was wrong with Donald and whether it was contagious or not. He knelt down to Donald's side. He felt Donald's head and the man was burning up. Douglas ran to the new added med unit and got a gurney. He moved the medal and flyers Donald had gotten at the convention to a table to the side. Then he managed to get Donald onto the gurney and into the med unit.
Adam, Bree, and Chase got off the hydrolube only an hour later bickering as usual. The three stopped cold when they saw Douglas standing waiting for them. The serious expression on his usually smirky face worried them. "What's going on?" Chase quickly asked. He looked around quickly. "Where's Mr. Davenport."
"He's in the med unit. He pretty sick. It's a virus." Douglas said as gently as he could.
"We got to see him." Bree said and the three headed toward the med unit.
Douglas quickly stopped them. "You can't. He's very contagious."
"What does he have? How did he catch it?" Chase asked
"Yeah. Why did he catch it if it was going to make him sick?" Adam asked
Bree rolled her eyes. "Adam, he didn't catch it on purpose."
Adam just gave a confused look.
"It's a virus our arch rival Nathan Slate created. I know this because I had the same virus when we were just starting out. When I tested my blood I noticed I had antibodies for the virus already. I just put two and two together." Douglas explained.
"So Mr. Davenport will be fine? You're ok now." Bree said looking relieved.
"Well it's not that simple. It seems he has redesigned the virus to need an antidote. When I had the virus he only wanted me out of the way for a day so it died after twenty four hours. I'm thinking Slate redesigned it so he can make a trade." Douglas answered Bree feeling bad about bursting her bubble.
"Trade for what?" Bree asked.
"For you, well your chips." Douglas said.
Chase shook his head putting it all together. "How do you know that?" Chase asked.
Douglas lifted his phone for Chase to see. "I just got a text from him saying 'If you want your brother to live we trade the chips for the antidote.' "
The three just looked at each other. This was normally where Mr. Davenport would come up with a plan
After a moment of silence it was broken by Douglas. "I have a plan. We'll steal the antidote. Slate wants to make the trade tomorrow night. We'll just steal the antidote before then. You three go straight to your room. I don't you catching this. But tell me if any of you feel sick at all. The fever from this virus could severely damage you chips."
"I still don't get it. If it's going to make me sick I'm not going to catch. Daahh." Adam said as the three agreed and headed toward their room.
The next morning the siblings were ready to go first thing. Douglas saw the three off. As he walked back toward the med unit the medal and flyers Donald had dropped the night before caught his eye. He had tossed them on the table next to the doorway, but now they were neatly placed on the table. The thought of either Adam, Chase, or Bree touching the probably infected medal or flyers made a sick feeling come to his stomach.
As Adam, Bree, and Chase were on their way to Slates lab Chase began to feel funny. He shook it off at first but when the feeling continued knew he was sick. He didn't say anything to the others because he wanted to help get the antidote for Mr. Davenport.
"Chase! We're here." Bree had to holler to Chase to him out of a fever induced trance. "Are you ok?" she then asked.
"Yeah I'm fine, just worried I guess." Chase said and they headed into the lab.
As they made their way through the lab to where Douglas had said the antidote would be kept Chase was beginning to feel worse and now he was dizzy. They were almost to the room when Chase felt a glitch coming. Then he sneezed and all of the alarms began to go off.
Soon they were surrounded by Slate's guards. They had to fight their way out of the lab. A second glitch caused Chase's force field to go up uncontrollably. Luckily Bree was close enough to Chase she got inside the force field. Not so lucky for Adam he was just outside the force field and when it grew it hit Adam and threw him into a support beam knocking it and some the ceiling down on top him. The jolt from the force field also damaged Adams chip. The force field also managed to knock out all the guards.
Bree and Chase run over to Adam who was unconscious and covered in debris. A desperate call from Chase caused Bree to look up at Chase in time to see Chase collapse to the floor.
Now Bree is alone with no antidote, two down brothers, and a room of full of unconscious guards that could wake up at any moment.