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"Bree Eleanor Davenport what are you doing in here?!"
Bree's eyes widened in alarm, cursing at herself for getting caught. "Douglas-"
"What are you doing trying to get into my computer?" Douglas asked, taking the keyboard from her hands.
Bree sighed in defeat. "Fine, you caught me. I just wanted to see if you had any intel on Giselle,"
Douglas looked at her. "Bree, don't you think that if I had any serious information on Giselle's whereabouts, that I would tell you?"
"How would I know," Bree muttered. "You're so obsessed with her, how do I know that you wouldn't hide evidence to protect her,"
"Bree," Douglas sighed. "My history with Giselle is very complicated. But I would never let any of it get in the way of taking Giselle down, or protecting you three,"
"Why is it so complicated?" Bree asked.
"Let's not talk about it Bree," Douglas said.
"Show me your computer then," Bree threatened.
Douglas shrugged, then opened up his desktop. "Fine, look away. I have nothing to hide,"
Bree sat down, searching through his computer.
Douglas smiled smugly, knowing that she wouldn't be able to find anything. But as she continued to search, spending much more time than Douglas though she would, he began to feel a twinge of nervousness.
"So, Douggy, what's this?" Bree asked, turning the screen towards him.
"Oh, that's just an old picture-"
"It's a picture of you and Giselle," Bree added.
Douglas nodded. "And?"
Bree gave him one of her trade mark looks. "I'm not blind Douglas. So, will you please explain that," she sighed, pointing at the screen.
More specifically, Bree pointed towards Giselle's baby bump in the old, aged photograph.
"You two had a kid!" Bree gasped.
Douglas nodded. "Yep,"
"So, do I have another sibling out there?" Bree asked, "Do I have a sister?! Please, please tell me I have a sister out there!"
Douglas took a seat in his desk chair, looking down at the ground. "Sorry to disappoint, but you don't have another sibling 'out there',"
"So, what happened then?" Bree asked, sitting across from him.
"Giselle was pregnant, and we had a daughter. Her name was Sarah. But there were complications, and she didn't make it. She passed sixty four minutes after she was born,"
"Oh," Bree said. "I'm sorry,"
"There's nothing that can or could have been done," Douglas sighed.
"So Giselle-"
"Is still dangerous," Douglas told her.
"But if I find her-"
"Bree!" Douglas snapped. "I've already lost one daughter, I don't want to lose another," he said, nearly whimpering.
"Fine. I won't go after her," Bree sighed in defeat.
"Thank you, now, why don't you go back to bed," Douglas suggested.
Bree nodded, making her way back to the mentor's quarters.
Douglas took one last look at the photo on the screen before shutting his computer down and going to bed himself.
The next morning...
"Okay, but if you start to feel like it's too much, or if anything starts to hurt-"
Kate rolled her eyes. "I got it Adam. I'll be fine,"
"It's just that it is your first time-"
"Adam, it's not my first time training," Kate smirked.
"No, but it's your first time training with me," Adam grinned.
Adam held up his hands, placing them firmly in front of his chest. "Okay, now take a shot at me,"
Kate nodded, knelt down into a fighting stance, and shaped her hands into fists. With all of her might, Kate punched his left hand with her own.
"You can go now," Adam said obliviously.
Kate looked away, blushing. "I already did,"
"Oh, uh, let's try again," Adam sighed.
Kate nodded, giving it another go. Adam honestly had to hold his laughter in. It felt like a feather. Chase could do better.
"Okay, Kate, you need to work on getting more force behind your blows," Adam said.
"I just, I just don't want to hurt anyone," Kate murmured.
Adam put a hand on her shoulder. "I know, but imagine if I was a dangerous criminal, and the only thing between me harming a litter of cute, defenseless puppies is you and your fighting,"
"Cute, defenseless puppies?" Kate echoed, eyes wide with concern.
"Yes," Adam nodded, grabbing hold of and dragging a punching dummy over towards her. "And this crazy criminal mastermind wants to make coats from their soft puppy fur. Only you can-"
"Ahh!" Kate cried, knocking the piece of equipment to the ground.
"That worked better then I thought," Adam muttered to himself.
"Okay, now that we've got you being more aggressive, let's apply that to the self-defense you've already learned," Adam instructed.
Kate nodded, getting back into a fighting stance.
Chase entered the training room from behind her. "Hey Guys, what are you working on-"
Hearing him behind her, Kate shrieked in surprise, turning and punching him square in the nose.
"Ah," Chase groaned, clutching his bleeding nose.
"Uh, good shot Kate!" Adam complimented.
"Excuse me?!" Chase huffed. "Can I get a little help here,"
Kate grabbed a first aid kit and began helping him.
"Well Chase, this is what you get when you sneak up on people," Adam smirked.
Kate gave him and incredulous look. "Adam! Your brother is in pain, show a little compassion!'
Adam raised an eyebrow. "Com-pash-on?"
"Yes, compassion!" Kate snapped. "Being nice because, as you can see, he has a bleeding wound!"
"Kate, relax, this is pretty normal for him," Chase defended.
Adam nodded. "Yeah, it's normal not to care about Chase. He is just our small little mascot,"
Kate gritted her teeth and stormed out of the room.
"What? Was it something I said?" Adam asked.
Chase nodded. "Probably, you don't exactly have a way with words,"
Adam sighed and ran after Kate. He found her in the common area, sitting near the window and staring at her hands.
"Hey, you okay?" Adam asked.
"Forget about it Adam," Kate huffed.
"No, I can't just forget about it. You are obviously upset," Adam replied, taking a seat next to her.
Kate took a while to respond, and Adam waited for her by mimicking her silence.
Kate took a long, drawn out breath. "Adam, why are you so hard on Chase?"
Adam shrugged. "He's my little brother. I'm supposed to make fun of him and pick on him. But it's fine, we are used to it,"
Kate rolled her eyes. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be the young, weak sibling everyone picks on?"
"Well, I guess not," Adam murmured.
"Exactly. So let me tell you; it sucks," Kate said in all seriousness.
"So that's why it bothers you when you see me pick on Chase?" Adam asked.
Kate shrugged. "Yeah, I guess,"
At that moment, Adam noticed the blood on Kate's hand. He wasn't sure how much of it was her's and how much was Chase's, but he decided it was best not to ask. "How about we go wash your hand up," he suggested.
Kate nodded, following Adam to the mentors quarters.
10:32,
"Hey Taylor," Leo said as he passed his team mate.
"Hey," Taylor muttered, her face taught in concentration.
"What are you thinking about?" Leo asked casually.
Taylor sighed. "Just about something Douglas said; about how I wan't genetically engineered,"
"What about it?" Leo asked.
"It's just, I'm the only one of my siblings who wasn't. Isn't that strange?" Taylor pondered.
Leo shrugged. "It is, but is that really a bad thing to be different? There are so many of you guys-"
"It's not as much about being different now, but being made different," Taylor replied.
"But Douglas already adjusted your bionics. You'll be fine," Leo said.
"I know. There is just one thing that is haunting me Leo," Taylor sighed. "I wasn't genetically engineered, I was born differently,"
"And?" Leo asked, utterly confused.
"Don't you get it Leo?" Taylor gasped. "I was born!"
*Suspenseful music* Get it now Leo? Anyways please leave a review telling me what you think, your guesses for Douglas' password, or about anything else about this chapter. Thanks ~AzulaTano.