Adam looked at me, perplexed.
"I'm Adam. Duh." I cant help but smile when I hear this, but I'm still confused.
"Are...are you...bionic?" They look at each other, than to Mr D. Its almost as if they have a language with their eyes, or a kind of telepathy that can only be found between people who- oh no! "How old are you? Are you related?!" I throw the words from the back of my throat, giving them a sharp sound. Chase winces, and Adam and the girl, Bree, back away a step. Another moment of silence passes, along with more shared glances. Bree opens her mouth as of to speak, then closes it again. "ANSWER ME!" I roar in disgust. I roll my shoulders back, totally ready to activate my bionics, only to realize a second to late that they're not working. Mr. D steps forward, and I prepare myself for whatevers coming next.
"Adam,Bree, and Chase are all different ages, Adam is the oldest. 17. Then Bree, 16, and Chase 15. Which would put you at Chase's age, 15 years and a they are related. Although they came after you, we practiced some biological aging techniques on Adam and Bree, so you and Chase are the only ones who are unaltered." This announcement sends shockwaves through the room, and the three bionics(and I'm sure of it now!) look confused and hurt, and a small pained bit of anger. Chase steps forward, curious.
"Well then, who is she? Aren't you gonna tell us what's going on!?" He is just below yelling, and dangerously closely so. Bree and Adam step up on either side of him, and square their shoulders back.