A/N: Good morning! Or evening! Or afternoon! Or midnight or whatever time it is wherever you all are! :) Here is the prequel to A Little Too Late! This is Bree's story; the one she told a bit of to the elite force. I am going to post this on the elite force site because it is the prequel to an elite force story, but if you all want it moved, let me know so I can do that. I really hope you enjoy this story! I am planning on 10 chapters, just like A Little To Late, but fro where I am in the writing right now, it looks like it might be more. :) Which is good, right? So please read and review and tell me if you like it, or what things you would like to see happen or things you wnat done differently. I am always up for constructive critism. :) So, now, without further ado, the Prequel to A Little Too Late, A Little Too Slow. :):):):):):):):) Enjoy!

Chase's P.O.V.

He has Bree. That low-life, no good dirty piece of scrap metal took my sister. I wish I could kill him right now. I want top dismantle him piece by piece. He has no heart; really, he doesn't. She let her guard down for only a moment, and he attacked her. Maybe he wasn't programmed to be chivalrous or show sympathy. I don't really care. All I know is that I want him dead. Melted. mangled. Torn to bits. I want him to suffer the way he has made our family suffer today. I want to destroy him completely and totally. She is trapped. She seems to be almost frozen with fear. She's strong enough to take him down, but her fear is paralyzing her. I'll admit, I would be pretty scared myself if I was her. Maybe I would do the same as she is right now. But what scared me the most is probably that I can't do a thing about it. There is absolutely nothing any of us can do to stop him. We are trapped too. The cage surrounding us looks like glass, but it is actually a new form of mineral- one that blocks all bionics and weapons alike. We have no strength, no brain, no weapons. There is no way out of this mess. I yell, telling her to do something,, to get out of there, but Troy whispers something in her ear and her eyes widen and her face pales. I don't know what he said, but whatever it was, it must have been bad because she shakes her head vigorously. He nods and a sinister smile appears on his face. When he looks at her, I want to throw up and punch the computer right out of his head. I barely stop myself from punching this cage in front of me. All that would accomplish is a bloody look on his face is one you never want to see directed at your sister. Adam stands up. He had been sitting on the floor up until now. He does punch the wall, causing our unbreakable wall to shake. He hits it again and again, shouting and screaming the whole time. Leo winces and turns away. I want to do something;anything. But my fear paralyzes me too. I just stand there and stare. My feet won't work. My mouth won't move. I'm frozen. I'm looking out at the scene in front of me, but I don't realize what is happening until I hear Leo scream from behind me. He is near Douglas, who is trying to calm him. I can see Douglas is close to tears himself. I must have zoned out for awhile, because the scene before me is much worse than what it was a few minutes ago. I think he is actually going to kill her. Adam, still shouting, begins to cry. And it's not a quiet sort of crying either. It's loud, pained sobs that fill the whole room. Leo is still screaming, but a bit quieter now. Douglas is trying his best to stay calm and help Leo. He's crying too. I'm standing there, staring. Adam is doing everything he can to break this thing that surrounds us. This thing that is keeping us from rescuing our sister. Finally, exhausted from all the kicking, hitting, and screaming, he sits down on the ground; defeated. He's still crying with his face in his hands. He is heartbroken. I know he feels useless right now, because he can't do anything to fix this. He can't help. I want to help him. To tell him that this isn't his fault. I want to calm Leo and comfort Douglas. And most of all I want to get out of this stupid prison and save my sister! But I'm stuck. I can't seem to move. I begin to wonder if I'm really paralyzed. I wonder if I actually have any feelings at all. Then I feel it; a single streak of wetness down my face. That does it. I begin to piece together a plan to get us out and save Bree. At least, maybe, we can stop Troy before he kills her. Before I can really do anything, though, Adam begins to speak. "He-he's going to kill her. I just got Chase back and now... I can't lose two siblings in one day! I can't go through that again! Chase, help me! We can't let him kill her!" He exclaims, standing up to start pounding again.

I grab his arm, forcing him to pay attention to me. "Adam! Adam, listen to me!"

He whips his head around to face e. "What, Chase? What could you possibly have to say that could make this any better? We have no bionics, no weapons, nothing. We can't do anything! We can't save her! She is going to get killed out there and we can't do a thing about it! I don't know what to do, Chase. And I'm scared. I'm just really scared." he exclaims, calming as he speaks.

He sits down again, tears slipping down his face. I place my hand on his shoulder and sit beside him. I take a deep breath. "I know. I'm scared too. But screaming and hitting things isn't getting us anywhere. We need to use the one thing Troy doesn't have; a need to use our heads and think up a way out of this." I explain.

"My head too?" he asks.

I know he is feeling worthless right now. Instead of taking the opportunity to tease him about not being smart, I include him. "Yes, your head too." I reply, smiling slightly.

He smiles too. "So, do you have a plan yet?" he asks.

I smile.