Chapter 4: Trouble
Mr. Davenport entered his house with a smile on his face. NASA had just bought his brand new high-speed rocket for billions of dollars. He had spent months working on that rocket, and the rocket still was not perfect. However, NASA bought the device despite the minor flaws. Anyway, even with the flaws, the travel time to Mars would be cut in half. This was the first step to sending humans to Mars, a feat NASA had been trying to accomplish for years.
However, as soon as Mr. Davenport walked to the couch, he heard a loud sound below his feet. Automatically, Mr. Davenport rolled his eyes knowing that Leo must have broken something again. But Leo was at the football game with Adam and Bree, wasn't he?
Immediately, Mr. Davenport zoomed downstairs into the elevator to the lab. He was too anxious to wait and listen to his amazing elevator music or Eddy's constant whining. Furthermore, when he reached the lab, he almost fell unconscious in shock; in the middle of the chaotic, messy lab, Leo was trying to drag an unconscious Chase away from the broken equipment. Mr. Davenport could not even hold back his anger.
"Leo! Aren't you supposed to be at the football game with Adam and Bree?" he forced out of his mouth in a deathly calm tone that made Leo gulp in fear.
When Leo had first seen Mr. Davenport, his desperation had turned to glee. Mr. Davenport, on the other hand, had a murderous look on his face that surpassed Tasha's famous glare. Leo did not think he had ever seen Mr. Davenport this enraged before, regardless of how many expensive items Leo broke.
The teenager opened his mouth to answer, but he was interrupted by Mr. Davenport who had apparently resorted to screaming now, "Also, when you answer that question, you can also tell me what happened to Chase and why my lab looks like a junkyard!"
"I-I-I-I..," Leo took a deep breath to stop his stutters. "I did not mean to! Adam and Bree are glitching at the football game big time, and when I came home to find you, Chase was glitching a lot too. He tried to stop the glitching with his bionics, but then he fainted and fell down, making his head bleed."
Mr. Davenport sighed. He could not stay angry at his step son, no matter how irresponsible Leo was. He sighed in relief until he finally comprehended the boy's words.
"Adam and Bree are glitching!" Mr. Davenport's voice squeaked a little. "In public!"
The inventor did not even waste time as he raced upstairs and out of the door. He could hear Leo's footsteps running behind him as he got into the car in the front of the house. Rushing, Leo sat in the front while Mr. Davenport started the car before he or Leo had put their seatbelts on. Driving to the football game (and breaking a few laws to get there as fast as possible), Mr. Davenport bit his lip in thought. How could he and Leo stop Adam and Bree, especially when there seemed to be a Bree tornado surrounding the stadium?
However, Mr. Davenport was not a genius for no reason. He automatically looked in the trunk of the car, desperately searching for whatever could help. The two had left the house in such a rush that he had forgot to pack anything. In fact, Mr. Davenport did not even unload his car from his NASA visit. His trunk was still full of replacement parts for the rocket he had dropped off at NASA earlier.
Wait a second- Bree was basically the high speed rocket he had built! Whenever the rocket had gotten out of control and Bree was not there to catch the high speed rocket, Mr. Davenport had created a trap out of a special metal he had invented earlier. With the metal tying the rocket to the ground, Mr. Davenport could manually shut off the engine. Looking into the trunk, Mr. Davenport found a folded, portable version of the trap in his car. Never before had Mr. Davenport been thankful that Chase had made him pack the trap and ignore his overconfidence for the rocket.
Looking at Leo who was basically chewing his lip from nervousness, Mr. Davenport held the trap out to the little boy. The poor boy was literally fidgeting from fear. At least now, Leo could use that excess energy to do something useful.
"Leo," Mr. Davenport handed the boy the precious equipment (something he was currently rethinking), "set up this trap a bit away from the football game, away from the media. Hopefully, Bree will notice and run to it. If she does not, somehow lead her to the trap. Then use the metal to tie together her legs so she cannot run."
Uncharacteristically, Leo only nodded and ran away with the trap following Mr. Davenport's instructions for once. However, Mr. Davenport did not have time to dwell on this miraculous discovery. He needed to figure out how to restrain Adam. This would be harder since Adam was nothing like the high speed rocket his trunk was equipped for. Instead, Adam would probably be glitching as terms as his strength and his laser vision (maybe his plasma grenades, but Mr. Davenport hoped not).
A mask made of spare metal could probably stop the laser eye vision, but the super strength would be difficult to counteract. Mr. Davenport could simply turn Adam's strength off. Instead, he had to utilize the extra strength in some way. Mr. Davenport groaned. Maybe he could think of something as he constructed the mask.
As his fingers were twiddling with the spare metal forming a sort of mask, Mr. Davenport was elsewhere. His mind was searching for some solution to the impossible situation. He kind of wished he could have Chase's molecular kinesis, so he could just lift Adam up without struggle. Then, Mr. Davenport searched his trunk once more. The only thing that could possibly help him was a working model of his high speed rocket, way smaller than the actual rocket, which was only in the car because Chase had been so insistent.
However, there was no time. Looking at the football field, Leo had trapped Bree already. They had to escape before the media centered on them. Even now, the media was keeping everyone inside to interview about the event. It would not be soon until they found Adam. Then, Mr. Davenport ran to the field as fast as possible following Leo's directions on where Adam was sitting that Leo had rapidly given in the car among other information and random confessions which Mr. Davenport had tuned out. Fortunately, it was not long before Mr. Davenport found Adam. Thankfully, the huge crowd hid him as he peered into the hole Adam had caused.
Throwing the mask down to Adam, Mr. Davenport called to Adam, "Put this on your head."
Adam heard him over the various screams in the football crowd, yet being the dimwitted person he was, Adam wore the mask like a hat, angering Mr. Davenport even more.
"Over your eyes!"
The elder man groaned when Adam opened his mouth in realization and finally put the mask over his face. The lasers were now contained, yet now, Mr. Davenport needed to move Adam to the house. Wincing, Mr. Davenport slowly imported the coordinates of his mansion into the high speed rocket model. He was almost confident this would not work, yet he had to try it. Putting the timer on for 30 seconds, Mr. Davenport threw the rocket down.
As Adam caught it, thanks for the multiple training for his reflexes, Mr. Davenport yelled down, "It is a sandwich! Do not crush it!"
With that, Adam flew away. Hopefully, nothing disastrous would occur. The rocket would hopefully be fast enough to avoid the media and would reach the house before Adam could crush it. Now, Mr. Davenport had to race back to the car, avoiding the media again, and pick up Leo and Bree to go home.
This was easier to do than it seemed in Mr. Davenport's mind, and soon, he, Leo, and a tied-up Bree were in the house, welcomed to a broken rocket model outside of the door and Adam pigging out at home with the refrigerator door lying on the floor. Then, there was also a messy lab, an unconscious bionic, and two panicky teenagers (not including Adam, since Mr. Davenport still was not sure if he understood the current situation). Honestly, Mr. Davenport just wanted to sleep, but he knew that he had to work. So the tired man cracked his knuckles for motivation as he went down to the lab.