Haha, so yeah there won't be like two more chapters. More like five or seven.
Yeah, whatever I lied. Big whoop.
Anyway, I have been blocked with writing this, so blame that on all the late updates. We have everything planned out, but it's all really hard to write.
So…yeah…sucks, 'kay?
WARNING: MAJOR FANGIRLING AND SPOILERS AHEAD.
Bionic Showdown was beast. I mean, really, can we talk about that for a minute please? I laughed, I cried, I screamed, I clapped like a retarded seal. Not to mention the same day that one of the creators tweeted me.
Marcus was an android, (a hot one, but a thing of metal nonetheless), Douglas was really Davenport's brother and Marcus' dad, so that mean that the lab rats were related to evil all this time.
And not to mention the fact that Douglas escaped, leaving open endless possibilities of what could happen with him and all his evilness.
Adam unlocked his new ability, Eddy was left in their lawn, and Bree and Marcus totally got into a big, action-packed, blowup while Chase dangled from the catwalk.
August Fifth was a good day.
November 16th 2013
Chase's Pov
Bree came stomping over to us, a scowl on her face as she rubbed at her temples. "God, I hate that," she groaned in annoyance, no doubt speaking of the focus test Davenport had her complete as a part of her private training.
"What is it anyway?" Leo asked, spinning his "Mission Specialist" chair and tossing a ball in the air.
"This stupid thing where he turns that stupid power on and makes me try to fade," Bree explained angrily, still rubbing at her head. "It hurts like hell."
"Ooh, Super girl's grouchy when in pain," Eddy trilled, popping up out of nowhere.
Bree glared at him, her lips twisting into a mean snarl. "I will end you!" she threatened, stomping closer to his screen.
"Women," Eddie huffed before disappearing.
Rolling her eyes, Bree grabbed her gloves off the table and strapped them on. I adjusted my own pair and triple checked our mission bag—like before, everything we needed was in its place.
I fixed my ear piece, making sure it stayed firmly on my ear. Davenport was taking us by helicopter this time so we could get in and out through an access point on the roof. Sometimes the air from the drop in got fierce and blew our communicators off. (Believe it or not, it's happened more than once before.)
Leo was glaring at us all the way out the door until he could no longer see us as we climbed the stairs to the roof top. Even with his position of Mission Specialist he was still bitter about not working out on the field.
Which, I wasn't even sure why. All the death possibilities hanging out your head weren't as exciting as he made them out to be. But, because his imagination was really the only thing keeping him going with us out on missions, I let him have it. There was no point in ruining it for him anyway.
Adam climbed in to the chopper first, pulling Bree up before finally I slid in next to her, pulling the door closed once I was seated.
Davenport had really briefed us on the mission; instead it was us briefing him—more or less.
That Bradley kid was freaking me out. Sure, he helped us, but he also came out of nowhere and hasn't really given us much reason to trust him. Who knows, maybe James did the same thing to him as Maria and using him to lure us into a trap of some kind.
Or that could just be my paranoia talking, but still, the possibility was still there.
The ride to the old warehouse was a short one. It was still dark out, the time being just barely past six am. The public reservation time is a twelve hour slot of 6 to 6 each week day.
We left this tiny bit of information from Davenport's knowledge, knowing there was no way he was going to let us go on the mission during the open hours.
But we figured, that the warehouse was labeled abandoned to the public and the work hours were going right under the community's noses. The perfect time to have a captive and your evil lair set up.
Adam, Bree and I gave Davenport our signal, launching ourselves out of the helicopter as it hovered thirty or forty feet above the roof of the warehouse. The sound of the blades chopping through the air and the wind whistling through my ears was the only sound as I hesitated at ten feet before pulling the string to my parachute.
I dropped and rolling, falling into a landing. I stopped, balancing myself then began to pull off my parachute and stuff it back in to the bag. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my siblings do the same.
"The two access point are both located on the west side of the building, leading into the same level and possibly room," I reminded my siblings.
Bree nodded, adjusting her ear piece and scanning the roof. "First access point—glass panels," she said, tapping her ear piece so Davenport could hear, "light reflecting, the room is occupied."
With simultaneous nods, we ran for the door, the only other access points. It was locked and appeared to be quite rusty. It made a loud groan sound as Adam yanked on its dirty handle. We paused, waiting for any action or movement to be taking before pulling it open the rest of the way.
The stairwell winded down throughout both the levels of the warehouse. Adam and I stood back on the landing of the main floor while Bree speeded around, scanning the area and checking to make sure where everyone was.
She came back, brow furrowed. "All activity must be in the basement," she said, her voice dropped low.
Of course. Because nothing could work out well for us, the most active place in the building was the place we needed to get to the most. But we knew the risks, and luckily were prepared for it.
It was rare that we ever brought an actual weapon along on a mission that didn't require something needing a signal to be interrupted or stop. But other than basic bank robbing and mindless gun shows put on by bar drunks, our missions never concerned humans' period. Most of the time the area had been evacuated at the scene before we got there—scenes being old laboratory's set for explosions or shady warehouses like the one we were currently in.
Davenport was very reluctant about the use of the weapon in the first place, considering the high risk of this being turned against us for fire on humans and someone escaping or pulling an alarm or something like that.
But we made it this far without the police on our trail, I'm pretty sure we had it down to a science by now.
My siblings and I, we made a good team. Missions, high school, life in general—whatever happened we were a team.
As cheesy and feminine as it sounded I hoped it always stayed that way. They were my counter parts, helped me deal with most of everything I went through. Life wouldn't be the same if that all faded away.
We silently made our way to the stairwell we used last time to get to the basement. It wasn't as bleak as last time however, now lit up with light spilling in from the basement itself.
I squinted, tapping my ear to make out the sounds I heard.
There were three voices, maybe four. One was clearly a man, another slightly high pitched with no emotion. I guessed a teenager girl's. Once I got those cleared, I blocked them to focus on the third one.
It sounded both deep, but not enough to be a man's. It didn't sound pitched either. Risking it, I decided it was a teenage boy's.
A teenage girl and a teenage boy.
"Tina and Marcus," I mouthed to my siblings.
Bree scowled and looked down the steps.
That meant the man's voice was undoubtedly James, which could mean that he was much more a bigger challenge than the goons we had originally been expecting.
It also meant that no way was he going to let us get anywhere near Maria. Or anywhere at all if we went down there like idiots and got ourselves caught.
"Well, what do we do now, genius?" Bree hissed, hitting me on the shoulder.
It was obvious that we couldn't go down there now—that was a death wish, not to mention a just plain stupid move.
"Duh we come back," I snapped in reply, inching away from the door as to not alert them of our presence.
"When?"
"Midnight."
It was kind of disappointing that our mission was a big bust, but the thought of a midnight one was exhilarating.
"That's just pitiful," Rachel snorted, spinning around and around in a desk chair. "Your bionics yet scared of us humans? With a weapon on you? Geez."
Bree reached over and thumped her on the back of her head. "We didn't want to get ourselves killed, moron," she said with an eye roll.
"Besides, it isn't much of a weapon, anyway," I added, pulling out the gun-like tool from the mission bag that laid near the desk I was sitting on top of. "All it would do would stun her so we didn't have a fight when we freed her."
"But could you still have hit her anyway?" Christine grumbled so only I could hear. I smirked, and knocked our shoulders together playfully.
It was around eleven when everyone decided to come over and talk more strategy. So far, there wasn't much game planning as there was mission bashing (which, I must say, Rachel was doing a lot better at than Davenport at the moment).
Except Ashley and Sammie, everyone was sprawled out in the lab, bored and a bit cranky—apparently, just because we were off the hook from school didn't mean the Mondays didn't exist.
"What's going back at midnight going to do for you anyway?" Janelle asked. She and Leo were both bony enough to share a desk chair, a fact I found highly amusing considering they were both sophomores in high school. "Don't you think there's going to be lasers and guards and security fields to pass?"
"Pleas if they were that protective of her then they wouldn't be keeping her there in the first place," Christine snorted.
"She has a point," Bree agreed. "Besides, I did a background check on that place—it's been there for fifty years during the farming period of Mission Creek. I highly doubt there are many security actions they could take without having the entire place collapse."
It took a moment for everything that she said to sink in to the rest of us, all of us staring at her in simultaneous shock.
"What?" Bree asked offended, "I couldn't sleep one night and decided to do a little research, no biggie."
"Damn," was all Rachel could mutter, still eying my sister curiously.
"Wait, this used to be farm country?" Adam cried enthusiastically.
Ignoring him, Christine turned to me and said, "Bradley keeps saying there's more to it than just the basement."
"Like, a secret floor?" Bree suggested, perking up at the idea.
"Exactly. So, the basement could be a meeting place or something, like a board room."
"Do you know what that means?" Leo asked all seriousness.
We looked at him, waiting.
"They're keeping her in the dungeon!"
Everyone except Christine rolled their eyes, while I had to grab the back of her shirt to keep her from falling off the desk as she laughed.
November 17th 2013
Bree grunted as she knelt to let me off. "Oh my god, you're heavy."
I rolled my eyes as Adam detached himself from where he was clinging on to the back of me.
We stood in front of the warehouse, drenched in freezing rain as thunder and lightning crackled in the sky above us. Suffice to say, these aren't the best conditions to perform a night mission in, especially when you're in newly designed mission suits that were leather that already was skin-tight.
The storm warnings and tornado watches had gone into Tuesday, leaving us in our exact position now.
"Are you sure the place is empty?" Bree shouted at me, her hair whipped side to side as she struggled to look at me through the water pouring down on us. We were probably going to pay for doing this, but then again our bionics always fought off any viruses that tried to get into our immune systems, so illness and colds had never been a major problem for us.
"Positive!" I shouted back, charging to the door through the freeze and wetness being thrown my way. I wrapped my glove-slicked hands on the rusty handle of the door and grunted as I gave it a rough pull open.
We hurried it, the heavy door slamming closed behind us with a pained creak as it shut back into place.
The whole place reminded me of the lab at night. My bionic hearing instantly detected the mechanic whir of all the machinery purely out of instinct, and different lights flashed, belonging to whatever aforementioned machinery throughout the room; all the mechanic sounds reminded me of Christine's house because of how Rem was always a constant there.
Besides that, there wasn't another sound to be heard.
Bree's heels let out ghostly clacks on the concrete floor as she silently slid up beside me. What I couldn't believe was that Davenport was actually allowing Bree to go into the field in heels, since everyone knew that she was the princess. Not to mention that he knew very much about the dance incident during our first weeks at Mission Creek high.
Whatever, Bree didn't seem to be anything but smug about them, so I dismissed this bugged thought to the back of my head.
With a sweeping glance, I mapped out the path to the basement stairwell and quietly started maneuvering my way between testing tables and computer panels.
I felt Bree's hand brush against my side, her tiny clack-clicks going silent. I knew from experience that Adam fell in behind us, his hand occasionally brushing against Bree's spine much like mine had when I brought up the rear.
The basement was fairly easy to detect, the constant sound growing the slightest louder when my out-stretched hands skimmed the cut-out doorway.
A single light was on when we climbed downstairs, standing cautiously in the basement doorway with our eyes open and carefully taking in the lab.
It had changed subtly since we last seen it. For instance, Bree wasn't grimacing as she stepped further into the room; the monitors, which I had keenly noted during our last time there, were static messes instead of black screens, indicating that the storm must be messing with signals to them.
Briefly, passing the filing cabinets that I had snooped through before, I thought about how they must have noticed they had been tampered with, and the note that four of thickest ones were suddenly missing.
What I wouldn't give to have seen their faces when they noted that. Goddamn, it must have been funny.
Standing in the middle of the room, I looked closely at the walls. Obviously the dungeon as Leo had so accurately called it wasn't going to be in the open, so it must be concealed by a button or panel of sorts—per the cliché villain plots in the movies.
I walked the same wall that the monitors hung from, pressing my hand flat against it and feeling a slight fracture in it; a crack big enough to indicate a doorframe.
"Adam," I hissed across the room, seeing my brother's head perk up at hearing his name called. "Bust this door open."
I stepped back as he walked toward me, eying the wall. "You want me to bust down a wall?" he said skeptically. Then, his face lightened, eyes brightened as he assumed his beginning stance. "Alright, I get to bust down a wall."
I felt a gust a wind as Bree easily zoomed, keeping herself a few feet behind us as to avoid the blast from the force.
With a few grunts and two forceful shoves from Adam later, like I suspected, the panel slid open easily, allowing enough room for a well-built man and his two delinquent puppets to slip through.
The hall narrowed the more we went one, the three of us crammed together in a single file line once we were able to come to a stop.
I never watched enough movies that weren't sci-fi to know what a dungeon looked like, much less had enough imagination to compare a fictional one to the realistic picture Leo had in mind of a real one.
But on the other hand, I had flipped through enough cop show re-runs to know that the room looked more like an interrogation room than anything else. There was a steel table and two chairs set up in the middle of the room, matching almost exactly to the one in their lab, except this one seemed more sterile and less cluttered than the one above.
The whole room basically opened up to a concrete block with several different pages plastered to the walls.
And, let's not forget the petrified woman chained to the wall in front of us, looking ready to scream her head off.
Yep, a cliffhanger, I know I'm terrible but it's late, I'm listening to Paramore, and was feeling a bit evil today so there.
I want to hear what your favorite part of Bionic Showdown was. Mine personally was the Bree/Marcus fight because they finally let her do some action.
And I love the new mission suits, so.
This update is coming a little late, but at least it's long. I think, I hope anyway.
Little warning, I'll probably be wiped off the face of the Earth all of next week due to a mini before school vacation. My internet access will probably be very spotty, but I will be in the car a lot so that gives me a chance to work on writing a lot, so that may mean longer chapters in the future, possibly.
Then again, because everyone hates people who break promises, I promise you nothing.
So…there.
