Author's Note: Haha hello again my fine furry friends! Thanks a bunch to dreamer4evera. And everyone else who followed this little series, and this will be longer and more action packed than the previous. Best for last, right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy! And I probably will be unable to post this week, so here it is a few days early! Please read and review and enjoy!
Adam was in no particular hurry to get home from school. It was a wonderful day, and he hoped to find a raccoon to communicate with. The last time the raccoon ran away, the one before that the raccoon attacked him. Still, he couldn't have full power over his ability if he didn't train it, right? Chase had proved that last month, though the situation was quite different. So was the aftermath. Adam was unwilling to think those thoughts today, so he shoved them away. No sooner had he done that then a black sedan pulled up alongside him. Adam, while he wasn't the smartest, knew when an unfamiliar car pulled up to you, you said 'no', no matter how much candy they offered. Though in this case, they flashed federal badges. Something felt unsettled, and Adam felt uneasy. Chase was telepathic, but would he be monitoring the thoughts around him? Normally he just tuned in for alarming thoughts. Adam looked around for Chase, but his brother had rounded the street corner. Adam thought with as much panic and fear as he could muster: There are weird guys in a black car by me. This feels wrong. One of the 'agents' waved him over. Still skeptical, Adam took a step forward, then stopped.
"Look, kid, we're Feds" -the taller of the two flashed a badge again- "and if we wanted to hurt you, we'd have done it already. Now, have you seen this-" The agent looked around for something, presumably a poster. "Hey, Harry, where's the picture?" The younger, shorter guy shrugged. "Probably in the back. I thought you got it. Hey, kid, can you please get the picture and take a look?" Harry pressed a button that opened the backseat door. Adam started to take a step away, when the tall one held a Taser at him from the shotgun window. "Get in, kiddo," Then the Taser buzzed to life, turned around unnaturally, and hit its holder in the chest. Chase was sprinting around the street corner.
"Adam! Run! It's a trap!" Chase had caught up to his brother by the time Adam started running. Side by side, they entered the school. Where Bree remained. Adam caught his breath as he leaned against the wall, letting the cool AC wash over him. He was terrified. Who are those bozos? Monkeys could pull off a better kidnapping! Though they may have gotten you with that Taser, had it not been for Chase. Chase. "How'd you know I was in trouble?" Adam asked. Chase shrugged, breath already caught.
"A few ways. A black sedan had been tailing me, but when I turned it had stopped. The car stopped and you were out of my vision. And," -Chase tapped his temple - "I have my ways. Bree should be entering any second now." She entered the main atrium, looking quite annoyed as she did so.
"Really, Chase, now of all times? I was about to ask out Gavan! But no, you had to telepathically nag me to get out here!" Bree put her hands on her hips, eyes ready to roll. Generic angry girl posture. Chase informed her while Adam cautiously peered through the windows. No sign of the sedan. He did another look for the men, not wanting to take any chances. His two siblings joined him at the window.
"Maybe we should inform Perry of the attempt. It isn't classic candy-in-the-van, but surely parents would be informed, parents too?" Bree brainstormed. Chase was peering out the window, and shook his head when Bree finished. "No, that would be a mistake. Judging by the way they acting, and the little of their thoughts I caught, they were definitely only after us. They decided to divide and conquer. But as long as the three of us are together, I don't think they'll make an attempt. We should tell Mr. Davenport though." It was in these rare moments that Adam realized that Chase's smarts weren't all pointless, because strategy sometimes beat brute strength. Not often.
"Bree, call Mr. Davenport, just in case we get ambushed on the way home, as unlikely as it is. I'm going to try to find them." Chase commanded, and, in another rare moment, Adam saw his brother as a leader. Chase stood still, eyes closed, and Adam tried to stop thinking of the Bionic Brother Toss, in fear of angering his brother in such a delicate situation. Bree began dialing Mr. Davenport, and soon began talking to him. She hung up a few minutes later. "Mr. Davenport told us to wait here, and get ready to move fast." Bree stated, unhappy by Chase's response. "Call him back. Tell him to call off. We'll head on home alone. Now, Bree." Chase's voice sounded heavy, as if this were a mission and every choices' consequences were on him. When Adam thought about it, it was the exact same scenario, just different settings.
Bree swiveled her head to face Chase, phone to her ear. "He wants to know why." Bree stated it as if Chase should have known he would ask that. The look on Chase's face told Adam Chase had expected it. "If they try to get us, we can defend ourselves easy, because they won't try to hurt us too bad. But Mr. Davenport is fair game. Hostage leverage." Chase said it so calm and collected it made Adam wonder if this was the same kid who had freaked out earlier because he got a 105% on a test. Then again, most people wouldn't suspect Bree or himself of saving the world. Bree shared another exchange with Donald, nodding and uh-huhing. She turned her phone off. "He said use as little bionics as possible, and get over there in 15 minutes, or he's coming."
Chase nodded. "Bree, get your stuff. Adam, watch the front door, watch for patterns of attack or trapping, got it?" Adam nodded. This he could do. He diligently stood watch for a few minutes until his siblings were ready. Then all three exited the building, every sense alert for any sign of trouble. Adam headed the group, watching for a frontal assault, Bree observed signs of a flank, and Chase surveyed any threats that may have been behind them. Nothing caused a red flag until Bree whispered, "See the guy in the trench coat? The short one with the dark hair and blue eyes? He's acting twitchy." Adam gave the newspaper-reading man a once over, and viewed him as no threat. Chase shared the same outlook.
"He's waiting for his fellow tryster to arrive." An awkwardness settled over them, for reasons unknown by Adam. They made it back to the mansion with no problem. Donald welcomed them with open arms. All three hugged him. Leo threw his hands up in exasperation.
"Of course, the one day I make it home before you guys is the one day you kick some butt. Just my luck." Leo pouted. Chase patted him on the back. "One guy just got hit with a Taser, it was no big deal." Leo's eyes lit up.
"A Taser? Did he start spazzing out? Did he make the zzz-zzz noises? Was it fun? Did-"
"Leo, calm down, sweetheart. Is everyone okay?" Tasha placed her hands on her sons' shoulders. Her three stepchildren nodded. Donald had a look of contemplation on his face. "I have no idea who it could be. Maybe someone jealous of my money, smarts, and-"
"So, an Irish person looking for a leprechaun?" Adam joked, and he and Leo shared a high five. And received glares from everyone else. Donald cleared his throat to continue. "Normally, I'd suspect Douglas, but this can't be him. Maybe a co-worker or old friend of his out for revenge?" Chase shook his head.
"No, he kept us secret. We were weapons, nothing more." Chase's tone changed on that, as if he knew more than they did. "I think someone might've pieced together we're bionic. It isn't impossible. We've slipped up and we are valuable weapons."
"Well, on that happy note, I got invited to a party with Janelle." Leo's statement was so random and sudden everyone was quiet for a heartbeat. Then Adam began clapping, earning him confused looks.
"I think we should applaud him finally getting a girl's attention. Better than Chase, anyway." Chase raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, Adam, maybe I'd like to focus on more important things. Girlfriends come later." Adam laughed at that, but the serious tone in the air quickly silenced it. Tasha and Donald consulted each other in a flurry of whispers. Donald coughed for their attention. "Leo, I don't want you to go to the party without backup. If two of your siblings don't go with you, you can't go. They might be targeting you. I won't let you get hurt." Leo opened his mouth to argue, but a look from Tasha silenced him. He gave pleading puppy dog eyes to his siblings, sticking to Bree and Chase, who he hoped wouldn't embarrass him.
"Please guys, come on! It's a party! Fun! Streamers! Music!" Leo realized his words were doing nothing to Adam and Chase, but a little effect on Bree. "Gavan'll be there!" Bree squealed and did a little jump. Then whirled to face her brothers.
"If at least one of you doesn't agree to go, I will make you suffer." Adam shrugged, but Chase nodded. "I'll probably just read in a corner or something." Something in his tone told Adam that was only a cover, that Chase would really be spying for threats. But the thought rained on his mood so he threw it out of his immediate thought train, which wasn't hard. Donald sighed in defeat.
"Okay guys, but act mature and don't let your guard down. Only trust each other. You know, I have some devices-" Tasha placed a hand on her husband's shoulder. "Don, this is a party, not a battle. They'll be fine. Won't you?"
"Of course! How hard can a party be? We've saved the world before."