CHAPTER TWO-
Chase Davenport stood on the deck of his uncle's ferry. He fidgeted slightly as his eyes locked on the mahogany door in front of him. He slowly lowered his gaze to the brass doorknob. He felt his hand shake as he reached out to open it. The truth was, He was slightly afraid of what his father's reaction would be. He had taken a very long time to rescue him and was sure to feel his wrath because of it. He pushed the door open and stared down the flight of stairs in front of him. They must've stored his father down as far as possible, to avoid his escape. He began descending the stairs, two at a time. He wanted to hurry. When he reached the bottom, his breath caught in his throat. There stood Douglas Davenport, his bottom half completely frozen in ice, a glare on his face.
"H-Hi Mr. Davenport." He stammered.
The angry man faked a smile. "Hi Chase. How are you? How have you been? Good?" His tone turned furious. "Because I've been terrible! I've been stuck in a chunk of ice for two hours! And my legs are completely numb!"
Chase cringed, having seen that coming. "Well, how am I supposed to get you out?"
"I don't know! Figure it out!" He yelled.
"Okay... Um..." Chase's eyes moved about the room as he made some calculations. "So, if I push you under that window, it shook take about an hour to finish melting you. But if we wanted to speed up the process, we could use something to magnify it... But what?" He glanced around at the crates adorning the room. Scanning them with his bionics he was soon able to ascertain that none of them had anything that could help him free his father. He sighed. This was going to be a long hour.
Slowly, mustering every inch of strength he had, he was able to transport the half-frozen man to the place under the window. After about ten minutes of being glared at, something occurred to him.
"Wait, your pockets are showing!" He pointed out joyfully.
"Wonderful observation, Chase. Really. You're a genius." Chase ignored the insult. "I mean, the flash-drive is in your pocket! Which means I can get the other abilities, right?"
Douglas fidgeted. "Sort of. Kind of. Not exactly."
Chase's eyes widened. "You didn't actually download Adam's 'incredible edibles' did you?"
"No!" His father snapped. "I just... The installation of the other abilities is a little more complicated than I let on."
Chase frowned suspiciously. "What exactly do you mean?"
"Well, uh... We need advanced technology to upload them into your chip..."
The bionic boy closed his eyes. "You have got to be kidding me. Well, where are we supposed to get that technology?"
"Relax. I have another back-up lab just a ways from here."
Chase perked up. "Where is it?"
"Well... Tokyo."
"We're in Portugal! That's a whole different continent!"
Douglas' eyes narrowed as he studied his son. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Chase gulped at the silent threat that had just been issued. He shook his head slowly. "No, Mr. Davenport."
Fifty minutes later, the evil 'genius' had finally been freed from the ice. They stood outside the Davenport jet. Chase's hands were shaking with nerves as he tried to distinguish which key was the right one. He was so anxious, he could barely think straight. When he finally found the correct key, he sighed with relief. Working for his dad made him extremely edgy. He was so scared he was going to slip up and make a mistake. And he knew that when working with Douglas Davenport, the only one allowed to make mistakes was Douglas Davenport.
He opened the plane and quickly made his way to the cabin. His dad followed him closely. Chase could tell he was suspicious that the bionic was going to betray him, but Chase had no intentions of doing anything of the sort. He was a man of his word, and he had promised to help his dad. So that was what he was doing.
"Tokyo. Right, Mr. Davenport?" Chase asked, praying he has remembered correctly.
Douglas nodded, a cruel smile on his face. "That's right, Chase. When we get there, I can give you the abilities. You will be the ultimate bionic."
"Yes, Mr. Davenport." He started the plane and they began the flight to Tokyo. As it was auto-piloted, they didn't need to do anything.
"Chase, I'm going to need you to do something for me." The evil man spoke suddenly.
"Okay..." Chase was a little hesitant.
"I need you to use the override app to see what Adam and Bree are doing right now, and to deliver a message to my dear brother. Just tell him that I'm not gone and he should watch his back."
Chase shrugged. That was easy enough. Plus, he loved messing around with his override app. It was amusing. He would occasionally use it to drive Bree and Adam crazy. It was a first to actually have a legitimate reason. He then promptly tapped his temple twice. "Connect to... Adam." He decided.
Immediately, he could see the house in his mind's eye. Bree was sitting on the couch next to Tasha. They seemed to be gossiping and watching some chick flick. Behind them, Adam and Mr. Davenport were making faces. Leo was in a chair, a way too interested look on his face. He had a box of tissues, and seemed to he crying. As soon as Chase connected, Adam stiffened.
Mr. Davenport turned to stare at him. "Adam? Are you okay?"
Adam shook his head. "I'm fine, Mr. Dav-"
Chase smirked and as he did, so did Adam. The boy was cut short and was now just sneering at Donald Davenport.
"He's back." Chase said eerily.
"He's back." Adam repeated.
Donald frowned in confusion. "Wait, Adam, what are you talking about?" "Douglas. He's back."
Bree reached forward and paused the television, much to Leo's dismay. She then turned to gape at her older brother. "Adam…"
Chase chuckled. "Guess again."
"Guess again." Adam told them, looking much more maniacal than usual.
Mr. Davenport squinted. "Douglas?"
"Nope. One more try."
Adam blinked.
"Wait, what's going on-" he was interrupted by his own hand covering his mouth. "Mphatht!"
Recognition flashed across Bree's face. "The override app!" She exclaimed triumpantly. "That's what's going on!"
Mr. Davenport ran his hand through his dark hair. "But the only one with an override app is... Chase..."
"There you go." Adam said, his hand falling back to his side.
"Chase... Tell them I said hi." Douglas whispered to his bionic son.
Chase grinned, the makings of an idea forming. "Dad says hi, by the way."
Mr. Davenport looked deeply hurt. "Dad? Chase, are you working with Douglas?" His tone was sharp. "What did he do to you? Are you okay?"
"He didn't do anything to me. I'm fine. But you should probably watch your back."
Bree shook her head in anger. "Chase, how could you? You said you were on our side. You said you would never turn on us because we were your family. You said you were glad he was gone."
Chase, or Adam from their point of view, just laughed. "I lied." And with that, Chase tapped his temple twice, ending their conversation, and leaving his solemn family to sit there, wondering what they did wrong.
A/N: Soooo? What did you think? Did you like it? Please tell me in a review! By the way, I'm sorry this took so long, but I probably won't be updating as frequently as I'd like. It'll probably be more like once a week or so.