Chapter 3
3rd Person POV
A blur of green, brown, orange, and tan swirled behind Bree as she and her brothers sped through the desert. Despite the dire situation near at hand (not to mention the sweltering heat), her eye for beauty couldn't help but admire the tan-red landscape against the bright blue sky. That last sight altered the way they stopped at their destination-instead of skidding to a smooth halt, the siblings tumbled over each other.
Bree and Adam started bickering about the landing-"It was bumpier than normal! I think you broke my tongue!" Adam whined.
"Stop," Bree replied, frustrated. "You didn't break your tongue. No one breaks their tongue! Second of all, next time I'll include a fine selection of snacks,"she added sarcastically.
"Ooh! Those little peanuts?"Adam asked hopefully. Bree rolled her eyes.
Dusting themselves off, they glanced up to see a bemused Chase looking down at them.
"Vhata?" Adam said defensively while rubbing his tongue, his tone matching the toddler pout on his face.
"Nothing," Chase remarked, attempting-and failing-to conceal his grin. "C'mon," he remarked, ducking through the lab's open door.
Though Adam was gingerly rubbing his tongue with a certain child-like indigence, all three siblings had to agree that the mood lingering amongst them was much lighter as they went in to save the fate of their family-and themselves.
Moving stealthily through the white metal doorframe was easier than the siblings had anticipated. Chase noted, with a building anxiety, that no traps, nor any obstacles were set to stop them from reaching the center of the lab. Douglas, Viktor, or an associate that HAD to be well informed, was behind the robbery, which meant they were either out to kill them or capture them.
Regardless of which it was, they were expected.
However, Chase had been predicting some sort of trap, or at least a fight.
He had not expected Douglas to be standing at the back of the center room as they entered, unmasked, with a goofy grin on his face.
"What are you doing here?" demanded Bree."Get out. Put back everything you stole and leave. I can't believe you came here by yourself. You, of all people, know that we can defeat you,".
Douglas chuckled, putting his hands up. "I wanted to talk to my kids. I thought for that to happen, I needed to take a more...diplomatic approach,".
"Since when is stealing equipment we need to stay alive in order to get us somewhere a DIPLOMATIC approach?"Bree questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Douglas just shrugged
"Look," Chase said coldly. "We are NOT your kids, and we will NOT be talking. Now put all of the lab equipment back before we MAKE you put it back,".
All three siblings assumed a fighting stance, trapping Douglas against the wall. He seemed to recognize that under this circumstance, he couldn't win an argument OR a fight.
Scowling, he stretched his hand towards the emergency exit.
"This isn't over," he glowered, drawing something from his pocket.
Chase's eyes widened.
"THAT'S A GRENA-" he shouted towards his siblings.
Effectively cutting him off, Douglas simultaneously threw the grenade towards a building support beam right behind Adam and slipped out the exit. Bree tried to speed towards her brothers, hoping to at least drag all of them a tiny fraction further away from the bomb, but it was too quickly thrown, too close to the support beam, and she was just too slow.
BOOM
Pieces of shrapnel and concrete sprayed everywhere. The next two seconds slowed down in Bree's mind. She watched as a stunned Adam got hit in the chest with a large slab of concrete, his body hitting the ground in a monstrous THUMP. She watched as Chase got nailed in the head with a huge chunk of the pillar, sliding down the wall and landing with a sickening CLUNK. She watched her own shoulder get pelted with chunks of shrapnel before she dropped to the ground as well. The edges of her vision were growing hazy when she heard the whir of a helicopter nearing the remains of the lab. She fought to stay awake, determined to help Mr. Davenport get them all home as soon as possible.
"Mr. Davenport!" she cried hoarsely. He turned towards her an instant later, relief obvious on his face form finding them so quickly. A smile reached her lips, as she was now confident she would live to see tomorrow.
That smile dropped the next second, the instant she realized her brothers' might not share as fortunate of a fate.
…I have an evil soul .
*If you haven't read ALL of the previous author's note, please do so
*I apologize for all of the (I)'s in previous chapters. For convienence, I generally write on my phone and then email to a computer, but the (I)'s shouldn't be a future problem(they meant italics-I edited some and then slipped up on others).
G'nite.