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"Are you ready to learn about your past?" Dr. Evans asked and held out his hand. Bree gulped her eyes wide. Dr. Evans gave her a moment to decide. He watched her staring at him, the morphing wall and then down to her hands. Finally, Bree lifted the blankets off and walked over to Dr. Evans.

"Yes"

Bree hesitantly grabbed Dr. Evan's hand and she let him lead her down the small doorway. As the two walked in the darkness, Dr. Evan's grip remained tight on Bree's hand. Each step taken loudly echoed down the what seemed like endless hallway. Finally Dr. Evans and Bree emerged into the light. Bree looked around, machines whirred around her. Blinking lights of all colors were everywhere. There also seemed to be a capsule or some sort near the side of the lab.

"This is the lab" Dr. Evans introduced. "Take a seat Bree, there are many things that you must know" Dr. Evans said. Bree sat down staring at Dr. Evans. "Have you ever heard of Davenport Industries" Dr. Evans began, and walked over to a control table. "Um..." Bree stuttered. A picture popped onto the screen. Two man were standing there beaming at the camera, arms draped over each others shoulders. "This is a picture of Davenport Industries. And those are the two inventors, Donald and Douglas Davenport" Dr. Evans said. The screen changed to a different picture. "And this was the company. It was only three years old when...when" Dr. Evans stopped and tried to hold in his tears. "What? What happened?" Bree asked worriedly. Dr. Evans took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry. It won't make any sense if I skip the first part" Dr. Evans said. With that, he shut the computer and took a seat in a nearby chair.

"Davenport Industries had just begun. It was great and business was swell. Inventions were made and everything was well great" Dr. Evans said with a smile. Bree couldn't help bu smile along. "Then Donald and Douglas were making chips to be put into robots to well, tackle the dangerous jobs that us humans couldn't"

Flashback:

The robot was small. A prototype as it was. Donald knelt down next to it, fixing a few things more. Then he stood up and smiled. "Alright Douglas start her up" Donald said beaming. His brother then pushed a button on the control table. Dr. Evans stood on the side and watched, taking notes diligently. The robot turned, back and forth. It was able to do amazing things such as lift things bigger then it's size by ten times, or holding up at least a ton. But unfortunately, the robot went berserk and caused a small fire in one of the wings of the factory.

The two brothers worked out their calculations with Dr. Evans. The trio soon found out, that the mass of the small robot was not big enough to with stand the intensity of the electricity produced by the chip. So with a few more fixes and tinkering, Davenport Industries came up with a new type of robot. It was larger then the previous prototype, and worked very well. Then just like the other one, it had exploded.

"Don't worry, we'll find a way to fix it" Donald reassured and patted his brother on the shoulder. But Douglas had had enough, two robots had not worked, and he was losing hope. "Douglas?" Donald asked, noticing his younger brother's sadness. "It's not going to work" Douglas mumbled. "What?" Donald questioned, turning his head to face Douglas. "It's not going to work" Douglas told his brother and walked out of the room.

The door of Douglas' office slammed behind him and he dropped into a chair nearby. He was breathing hard, trying to restrain his anger. Douglas slammed his fist down on to the table. His fist came down on one of the tools he was using from before and stabbed his hand. Douglas let out a small scream, his hand shoot up and blood was beginning to drip. He stood up, the chair falling down behind him. Blood began to drip. A few drops landed on the table and Douglas raced to get a tissue.

Luckily he found one in time, and gently wrapped it around his hand, wincing slightly. He held his hand, and went about, looking for a bandage. After opening a few drawers and looking everywhere, Douglas managed to find a small bandage to cover his wound. Douglas walked past the table, and caught sight of his chip, with drips of blood. He leaned down and picked up the small chip, holding it between his fingers. That was when the idea came to mind. But he couldn't do it alone.

"Douglas then went to me a few days later and asked me about partnering up with him in a new project" Dr. Evans said.

Flashback

"Dr. Evans" Douglas called and ran up to the said person. Dr. Evans turned around, "Yes, Mr. Davenport?" Dr. Evans replied. Douglas chuckled, "Stop calling me that Evans. Now I need your help with something" Douglas said, his joking tone turned to seriousness. "What is it?" Dr. Evans asked curiously. "Come, let's talk in here" Douglas said and led Dr. Evans to his office.

"So I learned about his plan. I liked it, and hoped that it would have positive results. Douglas and I worked together, giving bionics to genetically engineered humans" Dr. Evans paused. "To three kids" Dr. Evans said. Bree looked up suddenly, "There are other people like me?" Bree asked. "Yes, but only two more people in the whole world" Dr. Evans said. Bree's eyes widened. "Um... And so, after that, me and Douglas worked together for a time...

Flashback

Douglas and Dr. Evans watched the kids practice their bionics. Adam was shooting lasers at a few dummies, while Bree was running back and forth between two poles, and Chase timed his sister calling out the amount of time she took. Dr. Evans stared at the kids and smiled. The only noise in the room was the sound of lasers and the echo of the clock ticking on the nearby wall. Douglas faced the three bionic kids, though his eyes seemed distant and far away. Dr. Evans looked towards Douglas, "Is everything alright Mr. Davenport?" Dr. Evans asked. "It's nothing" Douglas mumbled. Dr. Evan's eyebrows furrowed, but he choose not to question his boss.

The kids fooled around, Bree and Chase jumping on Adam. The trio played while the inventor and scientist talked. "I've been thinking. Mr. Davenport, if your brother finds out then what should we do?" Dr. Evans asked, then added "Oh, maybe we can make up something. Like you're starting a day caring business... or or maybe-"No we're going to tell him. Everything" Douglas said. "Tell him?" "Yes. I've been lying to Donald for a year now. I can't go on with this. I'm going to tell him" Douglas said and began to walk out of the lab when Dr. Evans grabbed his wrist, "Mr. Davenport with all do respect... Do you think that it is such a good idea to tell your brother?" Dr. Evans asked. "There's nothing wrong with telling him" Douglas said. "Then what was the reason that you had to hide the three of them from him in the first place" Dr. Evans asked loudly.

The three bionic kids stopped and listened to what was going on. "Let him find out on his own" Dr. Evans said. With that he walked out of the room.

Ta Da! Chapter 10 of Left Behind. Till the next Chapter, Love PBL.