Author's Note: Okay, why do you guys want so much more, when I cause agony, or try to at least. Somone called this "Series that ripped out (insert name here)'s heart and stomped on it". BUT I AM MORE THAN HAPPY TO OBLIGE! And, um, let's not keep pumping out sequels until I'm 80, okay? 60 is my cutoff point. REMEMBER! Bree and Adam and Leo are...teens. I haven't hit my teen phase yet (like 5 months to go) so ehh kinda going stereotypical. But please enjoy and SHOUT OUT TO AllAmericanSlurp and dreamer4evera

Chase's superior hearing detected machines and the thuds of boots on ground. Chase peered out the window, abandoning Douglas who still sat at the table. "Chase, is everything okay out there?"

Chase focused his hearing, and felt horror flood through his veins. He sprinted to the other side of the room, and, accessed the speaker system, which broadcasted emergencies only. This qualifies.

"We have a group of hostiles moving toward the west wall. Do not engage, evacuate! Now!" Chase disabled the system, knowing everyone would obey him. They know I don't joke around. Douglas was arming himself with the weapons in their room, and Chase broke the window in their room, and leaped through it. He saw and heard his enemies all around him. The smart choice would be to flee, but he had to buy the others time to escape. He used his molecularkinesis to send an enemy rocket back at them, and summoned a massive storm over the enemy.

He blocked their bullets and sent them back to their origin. He realized, not for the first time, how powerful a bionic could truly be in battle. He heard feet jar the ground beside him. He knew it was his father, who began shooting soldiers down with Chase. Chase scanned the soldiers' uniforms, hoping for some sort of insignia to recognize, only to discover they weren't in uniform. They have to be mercenaries. A quick glimpse into their mind confirmed it. He tried to telepathically order them to freeze, but it bounced straight off them. He rounded the battle time to about five minutes. Okay, the base has to have been evacuated by now. He did a quick scope, confirming no minds inside. Because some had fled successfully, others rounded up by the soldiers outside.

"Douglas! We have to go now!" They began moving to the left, Chase going on a mixture of defensive and offensive moves, when a searing pain pierced his thigh, causing him to drop to the ground. He managed to summon a force field -why didn't I do that before- in the midst of the pain. Douglas knelt beside him. "Chase, we need to get to a medical facility. Can you walk? I have a few helicopters hidden in the woods." Chase nodded with a grimace, and with the aid of his father, stood up. He wrapped an arm around his father's shoulder, and gently raised his injured leg off the ground to alleviate pressure. They managed their way into the wood, Chase doing everything he could to block the enemy in their path. But Chase couldn't use two bionics at once without severe repercussions, so he did so only in great emergencies. While flinging some soldiers back, he was unable to block the rocket that landed a few feet behind him and Douglas, sending them away from each other, and into a daze.

Through the haze of smoke and blurred vision, Chase struggled to locate his father. Forcing himself to his feet, to almost immediately collapse against a tree, Chase looked around, his ringing ears of no help. His father wasn't in his peripheral vision, and the shouts of the soldiers were too close for delay. Using his molecularkinesis as an aide, Chase stumbled on, reaching one of the helicopters Douglas had mentioned. He climbed in, letting out a cry of pain as his injured leg had to move and bumped into the seat. He twisted the key into the ignition, and almost set course for Mission Creek. But if they follow me, they'll find my family. Chase instead set course for Las Vegas, Nevada. After setting the helicopter on autopilot, he examined his injury. It had covered the thigh area of his mission suit -the only thing he ever wore, really, unless doing undercover reconnaissance- with blood. Okay, okay, need to get a bandage, apply pressure...and alert Mr. Davenport! Chase quickly pressed some bandages onto the wound, and as the helicopter soared through the air, made the most important call of his life.

...

Donald was shocked. 12 remote facilities all lost communication, and Donald's updated-every-minute satellite imagery showed only static. One of those facilities is where Chase and Douglas are. He heard his cell phone ring softly in the dark. His secret cell phone only Chase and Douglas called him on. Entering the bathroom for privacy, Donald took the call. It was Chase, breathing heavily, sounding weak, and overall exhausted.

"Dad, there was an attack on the facility. I don't know if other facilities were targeted, but the men who did it were mercenaries, and they were immune to my telepathy. I think there may be another rich guy out to- ah!" -Chase sucked in a few deep breaths before continuing- "Douglas and I were separated and I got shot in the leg. I'm en route to Las Vegas. Don't send Adam, Bree or Leo to school tomorrow, or today in your timezone, since it's 1:00 a.m. Turn on all security systems, and be alert. If Douglas contacts you, help him. I'll try to report when I can, but they may be monitoring you and your communications, and I don't want to give away my location too much. Good luck-oh no. This helicopter has access to security cameras at the facility...they just shot 20 people. It's like a World War Two execution. These guys aren't kidding aro-" The call buzzed out, leaving Donald oblivious to what his son was going to say. But he heeded the warnings. Exiting the bathroom, he headed for Eddie's nearest screen. His friend appeared, and Donald remembered wiping his friends' memory disk of Chase. "Eddie, put all facilities on red alert, and all security you can on this house too. Do not let any of my kids, or Tasha out of this house, and alert me if anyone comes near. Do not disobey me." Donald sounded so stern Eddie was actually a little worried and scared, and neither of those two emotions occurred frequently. "Don...is everything okay?"

"No, Eddie, it isn't. Take this seriously. We're all in danger." Eddie nodded, and activated every security procedure and device in the Davenport house and land, hoping it would be enough, and they would all come out intact.

...

Bree curled up into a tighter ball in her warm bed, under her comfy sheets, unwilling to face another day of school. Spreading her jaw wide, she yawned, and sat up, blinking sleep from her bleary eyes. Her gaze focused on the red digital letters of the clock sitting on her nightstand: 10:43 a.m. Bree's eyes snapped open, alert. What? No way Dad would willingly let me stay home! Something serious must've happened! But wouldn't Mom have woken us up...unless it has to do with her! Bree jumped out of bed, and super-sped herself downstairs. Since her bionics were only experimental, there was no problem with her using them so long as she hid them. I love my super-speed. Bree inspected the counter. A note written on generic yellow notepaper read,

Dear Davenports,

Some business has come up, and I called in to school and your TV network, Tasha, saying you were sick. It is vital you stay inside the house. A robot accidentally escaped from my office, and may head here. So stay in the house unless you want to die by robot. If you do stay inside, you might get paid, especially if you help your mother clean house.

-Love, Your Father and Husband

Bree shrugged. So most kids didn't have to deal with robots. Those kids didn't have millionaire parents who were cool for the most part. Bree zipped back up to her room, not even waking her brother, who was snoring like a bear. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand, and texted her boyfriend, James. 'James, it's Bree. I convinced my dad I'm sick, so if you want to catch a movie or something, text me. Have a great day!' Bree smiled. James was always willing to ditch, and Bree could always run home and delete the calls before either parent came home. I had a feeling of deja vu, though. Like now, someone should be telling me not to sneak out. Probably my conscience. Bree grinned. She dressed quickly, and had just finished pulling on her trademark Doc Martens when Leo burst in.

"Bree, you up for some Robot Hunting?" Leo was grinning like a kid on Christmas. One of the things she disliked about her stepbrother was his childlike geek-ness, and his 'I'm-so-cool-all-the-ladies-love-me.' How he got her friend Janelle was a mystery to her.

"No, you dweeb! Go ask Adam, the stupid dork you always do stuff with! And knock next time, I could've been indecent!" Leo slammed the door shut in answer. Ugh! I hate my brothers! I wish I had a sister...or a cooler brother who could beat up my jerky exes. Bree headed back downstairs, and had just begun eating her cereal when the spawn-of-Satan computer Eddie appeared on his living room screen. Fortunately he doesn't have any screens in the bedrooms or bathrooms. Ugh, creepy computer stalker. Adam and Leo were thundering down the stairs.

"No getting yourselves killed by a robot today, fellas! I'm under orders to keep you in the house by any means necessary!" Eddie yelled. Leo rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Oh, c'mon, you'd love it if we died! And do you really think the robot'd come here? Besides, we have the Hulk here!" Leo patted Adam on the chest on the last sentencr.

"I was gonna go to a movie! I can outrun it!" Bree argued, as every teenager did with their parents, in this case a crazy, semi-sadistic, computer. Eddie did a tsk-tsk.

"Sorry, kiddos! No can do! Strict orders! Donnie does not need anymore stress!" Promptly, the whole house was covered with titanium plates, making a giant titanium cube. All the lights turned on. Eddie disappeared off his screen. All three children let out an "Ugh!" of annoyance.

"Well, I'm gonna try to disable that." Leo began in the direction of the lab they visited once a week, only for the one night Adam and Bree had to sleep in their capsules. But a titanium plate coated the door. Another round of 'Ugh' went around.

"Great, I'm stuck in a house with you losers, not to mention the psychopath over there!" She pointed an angry finger at Eddie's black screen, which flicked into white.

"I prefer high-functioning sociopath," Eddie winked out again. Adam and Leo began playing video games, and Bree stomped up to her room, and texted her boyfriend about her situation. Minus the bionics, of course. Those had to be secret. Bree got the deja vu feeling again, that someone else shared their secret. She was rewarded by an aching of her brain that always accompanied her deja vu moments. Her phone buzzed. She looked at the caller ID. It was her dad.

"Hey, Dad, coming to spring me out if here?"

"No, I'm checking up on you." He sounded strained, worried, and weary. Bree developed an intuitive feeling that this was important, and it pricked at her skin.

"Is everything all right?"

"Of course baby, so long as you three don't kill each other. The situation is a little...out of hand. But it'll be under control soon." He sounded more confident, and Bree believed him.

"'Kay. I'll leave you to that." Bree cut off the phone, feeling more assured. Everything will be okay. Dad'll fix it, Dad'll protect us.

Author's Note: Teens...gotta love 'em. And I actually brought an enemy that you'll recognize in this one. *evil grin* Please review! Let's bet After All This Time in the review count, okay? Thanks and happy days to you all!