Chase Davenport had never known a girl his age very well (other than his older sister, Bree, but she didn't count) until the day he met a small, dark-eyed, serious looking girl – about seventeen or eighteen years old. It was between classes on the Bionic Island and Chase was coding an antivirus software for their bionic chips when the subway rattled in. That wasn't unusual at all. It was always coming and going with supplies and students. Chase didn't even turn his head when the doors opened. But he did after a minute passed and nothing happened.
"Um, excuse me. This is a restricted area. Can I help you?" He asked curtly addressing the girl who stood stiffly on the platform. She didn't answer. In fact, she didn't even move.
"Um hello?" Chase tried again. This time walking right up to her. Still no response, even when he waved a hand in front of her face. She just kept starring that same vacant stare.
"This is weird." Chase said to himself. "Hello?" Still nothing. "Maybe if I…" Chase thought and scanned her. The result was way more than he ever expected.
"Raahhh!" The girl yelled springing into action. She lept and seemed to float in the air before delivering a hard-left kick.
"Hey!" Chase gasped in surprise. The girl was already attacking again yelling something that sounded like Japanese.
"Okay, that's enough." Chase said calling on his staff. "Take that!" He knocked her back adding an electrical impulse which blew her into the opposite wall where she slumped. Chase collapsed his staff before using the intercom on his watch.
"Adam, Bree, get down Douglass and meet me in training room 1."
"Copy that, be there in five." Then Chase started dragging the girl with him.