Chapter 2: Coming Home

Chase's P.O.V.

Bree agreed that she wouldn't speed home, so instead we are all walking home together. I'm reading a German textbook, Leo is bouncing around like he had too much sugar, Adam is counting how many ants are on the ground and Bree is lost in thought.

"What's wrong?" I ask, closing my book.

"Nothing. Just thinking." Bree says, not really paying attention.

"About?" I reply as we turn onto our street.

"About a whole lot." She answers.

"More specifically?" I ask, turning up the driveway.

"Well, like..." Bree says, opening the house door, "What happened in here?"

The living room is a mess. The couch is upside down, all the glass tables are shattered, there is food everywhere, and Mr. Davenport is hiding behind the counter.

"Let's just say someone else has a Commando App." Mr. Davenport says, coming out from behind the counter.

"I want animal crackers!" A sweet but deadly voice screams.

"Yes Violet!" He says in terror.

Then Sofia comes downstairs in a yellow jumper. She looks at us for a minute, then shakes her head.

"What happened?" Sofia asks.

"Someone takes after their Daddy." Leo teases.

"You have a Spike." Adam says, laughing.

"You have a Commando App like Daddy used to. Hey, where is Daddy?" I say, looking around for Chase.

"Daddy!" Sofie squeals, jumping into Chase's arms, who came through the back door.

Marcus' P.O.V.

I walk up to the lab of my Dad and I. I make sure no one is looking, then I enter the code on the key pad in the barbecue. When the wall morphs, I enter, and it morphs back to normal.

"Marcus, you're home." Dad says, sitting at his desk, "You better have something for me about Adam, Bree and Chase."

"Actually, I do." I reply, sitting down in the chair next to his.

"What?" He says, finally looking up from his work.

"Bree had a baby, Sofia, and I believe her daughter is bionic." I say, taking out my homework and putting it on my half of the desk.

"What!? Really?!" Dad says, "We have to do some research, and then we'll capture her."

~Hey. Cliff-hanger, Sorry. And sorry I haven't updated in a while. Anyway, Ciao.

Quote:Chase Davenport: The only thing juicier than my burgers is what you're about to eat, which is a big, heaping pile of hot, tasty defeat.
Adam Davenport: Oh, well, speaking of "defeat," care for a foot rub?
(Adam gestures toward two chairs were students are getting foot massages)
Chase Davenport: What's that?
Adam Davenport: THAT is my two-minute massage stop, winning hearts and minds ten toes at a time.

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