Leo's P.O.V.

It's been a few weeks since Adam and I left Bree and Chase at Mission Creek. I miss them, but I know they are going to have adventures just like Adam and I. I think it will be okay. Even though we aren't together anymore, we are still the best team there ever was, or ever will be. We are best friends, all of us. Even if we get on each others nerves sometimes, we still love each other. Not too much has happened since we left Mission Creek; the team making is going very smoothly. Taylor was the first one to sign up for my team. She is super excited about being able to go on missions again. I am too. Adam has a team as well. They are currently in the Atlantic Ocean trying to stop ocean polluters. Douglass is still splitting all of us up at the academy. We currently have 10 teams in training so they can get adjusted to working together. Surprisingly, Adam's team did really well at working together and only had to train a few days before going off on their first mission. Adam is a good team leader. He's better than any of us would have thought.

My team is doing really well too. We are on the south end of the island, checking to make sure the island is secure. Logan is by the hydrogen tank, checking for leaks, and Taylor is at the hydro loop, making sure everything there is working well. I'm at the shore, making sure there are no mysterious ships floating around. Security has been tighter since Dr. Gao escaped from prison. We haven't been able to find him yet, and we don't know when he'll attack. But we know it's coming. I am not too worried about it. The students are now fully trained and capable of successfully completing any mission; including beating Gao. I walk along the shore. The water comes close to my feet but doesn't touch them. There's a starfish washed up on the sand, so I pick it up and throw it back in the water. "Good luck, starfish!" I call, "Don't get stuck in the sand next time. You might not be so lucky next time!"

"Yeah," says a low, harsh voice from behind me, "You might not get back home."

I turn around quickly and face the man. "Who are you? How did you get here?" I ask.

He doesn't reply. He only laughs and pulls out a gun. I gasp and scream, but his hand clamps over my mouth. I struggle, but in a second or two, I see only black. The last sound I heard was the trigger being pulled, and the whiz of the bullet, and then pain in my neck. I felt my body being lifted up and moved from where I lay. With that, my body falls into the comfort of darkness and sleep.

Bree's P.O.V.

I am really bored. Mr. Davenport hasn't told Chase and me what our new mission is going to be yet, so as of now we are stuck here at Mission Creek, being bored like a couple of jobless, friendless teenagers. I guess that's because we are jobless, friendless teenagers. Chase is out lecturing the pretzel carts at the mall about the high amounts of sodium in their pretzels. Ha, same old Chase. I'm at home with Tasha. We are looking at lists of baby names. It was fun at first, but after about 200 names, I got tired of it. She wants me to look through and cross out all of the names I don't like since the baby is a sister just for me. It's taking forever and I'm bored. I want to go out and have fun, but I don't want to hurt Tasha's feelings. She thought this would be a good bonding experience for us. She's making lunch right now and I'm sitting on the couch with all of her lists. Mr. Davenport suddenly bursts through the door and walks quickly to the elevator. "Donald! What's the matter?" Asked Tasha, following him.

"Oh, it's nothing, dear. I'm onto something for a new invention, that's all," he replied.

I could tell he wasn't telling the truth, but I didn't want to put in the effort to see what he was really doing. I decided to call Chase to see if he wanted to have lunch with us. I don't really have anyone to talk to here but him. Tasha usually would be good to talk to, but all she wants to talk about right now is the baby. Mr. Davenport and I were never too close. We just don't do a lot together, though I know he loves me. I don't have any friends here anymore. They are all either at a college or working.

Chase, as annoying as he is, is sometimes good to talk to. As long as I tell him that I don't want to talk about intellectual things, he is pretty good at having conversations with me. The phone rings three times before he picks up. "Bree! What do you want? I was in the middle of telling this man how ludicrous it is to put so much saturated fat in the fries." he complains.

"I'm sorry I interrupted your little rant. I just wanted to ask you if you want to come home and eat lunch with Tasha and me. I'm really bored here with these baby names. I need some non-pregnant company." I whine.

"Okay, I understand," He says with a laugh, "I'll be there right after I finish educating this ignoramus. Just hold down the fort until I get there, okay?"

I smile and laugh, "See, this is why you're my favorite, Chase."

"I know." he replies confidently.

"I'll see you at home, you doofus," I say with a laugh.

"Right back at ya, imbecile." he replies.

Almost immediately after we hang up, the doorbell rings. "Bree, could you answer the door? I have to keep stirring this gravy." Says Tasha from the stove.

"Sure!" I say reluctantly as I get up from the couch.

I open the door and Leo walks in.