Mr. Davenport's POV:

"Douglas, come here!" I yelled to my younger brother Douglas. He walked into the room. "What's wrong, Donnie? Can't fit into your girdle again?" Douglas asked with a snicker. "First of all, how did you know I wore a girdle?" I asked sounding a bit embarrassed. (Correction, I was embarrassed.) "Eh, I kind of figured that you couldn't fit into those pants by yourself," Douglas said with a smirk.

I shook my head. My brother knows me way too well. It's getting real creepy. "So what's the second of all?" Douglas asked as he changed the subject. "Well, I was going to say that is that my computers have been going insane for about ten minutes."

"Huh. That's weird. Chase and I just checked all the computers to see if there were any viruses or problems yesterday," Douglas said as he started to type on the computer. "Well, what could have happened?" I asked.

Before he could reply, something popped up on the screen. "What does it say?" I asked my brother. He pressed a button and said, "It's from Grant." (A/N: If you guys don't remember, Grant is Indiana and Evan's father.)

"What!? What does he want?" I asked angrily. Grant, Douglas, and I go way back. But I can't explain that now. Then, the computer screen went black again. Grant's face appeared. His wife, Milah was with him too.

"Hello, you two," Grant said with a smirk. Douglas and I looked at him in anger. "What do you want, Grant?" Douglas asked. "Just wanted to say hello. We just moved in the area and we are deeply offended that you didn't come to chat with your "new neighbors"," Grant told us.

"And what "magical" country did you move from?" Douglas asked sarcastically. "Well, everyone things we're from Australia because of our "accents", but you know that isn't true," Milah explained.

We knew that part was right. We've known Grant for years and he's always had a regular American accent. (So did his wife.) "You still didn't answer our question. What do you want?" I asked. I was starting to lose my patience.

"We want nothing. But we figured we'd warn you guys about something…" Grant started. The smirk on his face made me want to crawl through the computer and punch him in anger.

"What is it?" Douglas asked.

"We have two… project of our own. They're coming for Adam, Bree, and Chase. And once they get to them, they'll be destroyed," Grant explained. His voice got deeper as he talked.

Grant had found out that Adam, Bree, and Chase were bionic a long time ago. We knew these projects he spoke of, but we also knew that they weren't going to be powerful enough to defeat Adam, Bree, and Chase.

So, we both scoffed. "We're not afraid," I told him. And I wasn't. My kids were the greatest piece of technology to ever be created. (Kudos to my brother and I. Don't mean to brag but… Oh who am I kidding? I love to brag.)

"Well then… You're in for a treat," Milah said. I blinked. What trick did they have up their sleeves? "Tomorrow, our projects will be coming for your bionic "superhumans". You better be ready," Grant said. Then, the call disconnected.

"So, are we gonna tell the kids?" Douglas asked. "We're gonna have too," I replied. I started walking towards the elevator. "Donnie?" Douglas asked. I turned around. "What?" I said. "I have a feeling this is going to be one of the most dangerous missions the kids will ever be on. Just make sure they're prepared," Douglas told me. "You're right," I replied as I got into the elevator.

This one wasn't going to be good…

Chase's POV:

I had gotten a text from Mr. Davenport. He wanted us to come home as soon as possible. It was an urgent mission. As soon as class was over, Bree super sped us home.

We opened the door and Mr. Davenport was pacing around the living room. "There you guys are!" He exclaimed. Douglas was on the couch. He got up quickly and turned off the TV. "Told you they'd be here at three, but did you listen to me?" Douglas asked his brother. Mr. Davenport rolled his eyes.

"So what's the urgent mission, Mr. Davenport?" Bree asked as we all sat on the couch. "Can I go!?" Leo asked excitedly. "No," Mr. Davenport replied firmly. I snickered. I kind of felt bad for Leo, but in a way felt relieved.

"Can we get to the mission already? My cooking show is on in fifteen minutes and I want to make myself a big bowl of Powdered Sugar Cookie Donut O's before it starts," Adam said. I rolled my eyes.

"This mission isn't until tomorrow," Mr. Davenport said. "Okay then," Adam said as he turned on the TV. "Adam, turn it off, I wasn't finished talking!" Mr. Davenport explained. Adam grunted loudly and turned off the TV.

"This mission is going to be extremely deadly. Technology vs. Technology. We have to be ready at all costs," Mr. Davenport explained. "Well, what kind of technology?" I asked. "I don't know. All I know is that it's a project one of our… enemies have been working on. We need to destroy it at all costs," Mr. Davenport replied.

"Why am I so nervous about this? I mean, I shouldn't be… should I?" Bree asked. Mr. Davenport sighed. "I don't want to worry you guys, but yes. You should be worried. But, if you all work together, this should be a cinch. I hope."

This whole mission made me anxious as well. I mean, Mr. Davenport didn't even know what we were going up against. I mean, how could we possibly defeat something we know nothing about? I hope we won't fail this mission…

Evan's POV:

Indiana and I have been training all day. We didn't even go to school. This was our first mission against people who were just like us. The only difference was, they were evil. Who knew what tricks they'd have up their sleeves?

"Alright you two, come here," Dad said. Indiana and I walked over. "Tomorrow is the day. I know how much you guys are preparing for this. I want you to give it your all. This is what you've been training for. This is your time to defeat evil. So do it," Our father told us.

Indiana and I glanced at each other. This mission was going to be our deadliest one yet. I hope we won't fail…

Alright, about two more chapters. I've been waiting to reveal a whole bunch of stuff to you guys so I can't wait! Stay tuned!

Alright, I'm out,

-Angie