This chapter is a little short, but it's just the beginning of the fanfiction. Should get better as it goes on… Enjoy!

Adam's POV:

"This is the fourth mission we've been on this week and it's only Wednesday!" I complained. Ugh! Why did everyone always have to be in trouble? Couldn't they be a little more responsible? Maybe they aren't mature like Chase said everyone is BUT me. Clearly, he was wrong about something for once!

"Adam, quit complaining, this is our job. We have to do this," Chase said as he unloaded our mission bag. "Can't you get fired or quit when you have a job?" I asked. "How do you even know that? No one would ever hire you to be responsible for anything," Bree replied. Couldn't argue with that…

"Adam, quick, hold this door shut while Bree and I get some sample's of this poison for Mr. Davenport to study," Chase said as he grabbed a cup thingy to put the poison in.

"Ugh! Fine. But I want to watch my favorite cartoon show when we get home as a reward," I replied as I held the door closed. "Whatever!" Chase exclaimed. While I was holding the door a couple of men were banging on it. "Uh, what should I do? Would it be impolite to tell them that nobody's home?" I asked. Mr. Davenport always wanted us to use our manners…

"Hold on!" Bree exclaimed. Chase and Bree quickly got more samples. Then they started banging harder on the door. "What should I do!?" I shouted. Bree and Chase finished. "Stop holding the door. We can fight them," Chase replied as he put the poison in our mission bag and readied his fists.

I let go of the door and they all came charging in. I grabbed one of the bad guys and threw him across the room. Bree kicked one of the bad guys and he was out like a light. Chase punched one of the guys in the face and used his mind thingy to shoot him across the room.

"Hey! He went flying like you do when I throw you, Chase!" I exclaimed. He looked at me annoyed. "Come on! We have to go, they could wake up any minute," Bree said. We held onto Bree and she super speeded us back to the lab.

"That was close!" Leo exclaimed as we entered the lab.

Mr. Davenport was waiting for us as well. "Do you guys have the vials of poison I wanted you guys to get?" Mr. Davenport asked. Man! He was rude! Not even a "thank you for risking your life for this stupid poison and almost getting killed for it."

Chase grabbed the poison that was in the tubey thingies and gave them to Mr. Davenport. He carefully put them in another container and sealed it shut. "Boy am I beat, I'm going to get in my jammies and watch my favorite cooking show!" I exclaimed and scurried into my capsule.

I quickly changed into my jammies and Leo came too. As soon as we had gone up the stairs we turned on the TV and started watching my cooking show. I sighed; I was like any other average teenager. I come back from almost being killed and to make me feel better, I cuddle up on the couch with all the blankets and watch my favorite cooking show. Life was SUPER good.

"So, who do you think is going to win?" Leo asked while he was chomping down on a huge bowl of popcorn. I grabbed a fist full and shoved it in my mouth, "Probably team Broady. They have Kathleen on their team. She makes really good Crème brûlée," I replied.

"Really? I'm on team Alyssa and not just because her sister Allison is hot," Leo replied. Couldn't argue with that. Allison was cute and she knew how to cook. Just my kind of woman.

Tasha came through the door, "Hey boys!" "Hey," Leo and I said but we didn't take our eyes off the TV. She watched with us, "Ooh! I'm on team Broady for sure!" Tasha exclaimed. "Right!?" I exclaimed and high-fived her. "Yeah! Kathleen really knows how to make that Crème brûlée," Tasha replied. Wow, for Mr. Davenport's wife, Tasha really does get me.

Mr. Davenport came from the elevator and ran into the living room. He looked worried. "Hey honey! What's wrong?" Tasha asked as she got up from the couch. "Boys, pause it!" Tasha said. We paused the show and got up as well.

"It's Bree and Chase! Something's wrong, they passed out right after they got out of their mission suits. We need to take them to the hospital right away!" Mr. Davenport explained.

Oh no, what was wrong with them? Mr. Davenport would never take us to a hospital because there could be a huge chance for the doctors to find out that we were bionic. "How are you going to do that, Big D? The doctors could find out they're bionic," Leo asked. Leo must have read my mind! And he thinks he doesn't have a bionic ability…

"I'm going to have to remove their chips," Mr. Davenport said as he walked back into the elevator. Tasha, Leo, and I followed. We all ran into the lab as soon as the elevator went down. Chase and Bree were on the floor. "Adam! Help me get them into their capsules so that their chips can be removed," Mr. Davenport told me.

I quickly grabbed Bree first and put her in her capsule. Mr. Davenport quickly took the chip out of her with his computer thingy. "Okay, now Chase," He said. I quickly took Bree out and put Chase in his capsule. Mr. Davenport again did the computer thingy and they were both bionicless.

"We need to get them to the hospital right now! They are fading!" Tasha exclaimed as she put two fingers on their neck to feel this thing called a "pulse".

Mr. Davenport told me to grab Chase and Bree and we bolted into his car. Leo placed Bree right next to him and I placed Chase in the back next to me. I hoped my brother and sister were going to be okay.