Ranch House
Chapter Twenty-four
A/N: I do not own Lab Rats. If I did, Elite Force would be on Netflix, in it's second season.
Chase sighed as David lead him into David's office.
"Okay, little boy." David said as he walked over to his desk after forcing Chase to sit down and closing the door. "How would you do this?"
Chase struggled slightly with a rope that binded his hands together.
David pulled a styrofoam board from under his desk out and showed it to Chase.
"This is what we're doing." David said. "We need you to figure out how to transmit a sickness delivered to anybody using electronics. Then, the sickness will cause a global blackout."
Chase internally scoffed. "Well, first you're gonna need a satellite, then the actual sickness strand that is programmed into the motherboard."
David gave an evil grin. "Thank you. We will need you later."
Then, David suddenly tackled Chase. Chase kicked David in the stomach, managed to get up, and went out into the hallway to find...
"Bree?"