Chapter 3: Plan B
Bree, Leo, and Douglas spent half the night coming up with a plan to get the antidote. Donald's and Chase's fevers were getting worse so they knew whatever they planned they had to do it fast.
Douglas told them the only thing Slate loved more than winning was money. So if he had designed a virus antidote Douglas was sure Slate would sell that virus antidote for the right price.
Douglas went through some of his old contacts from when he was evil and was able to set up buying the virus and antidote. "Ok we got the sale set up. I'm going to meet him as Grant Treet, a billionaire wanting to eliminate some competition. Bree, you will pose as my assistant."
"Won't he recognize you?" Leo asked.
"Not if I'm wearing this." Douglas said and stuck one of Donalds cyber mask chips on his neck. Then he tapped it and completely changed the appearance of his face.
Bree and Leo took a step back in surprise. "Oh, that's awesome." Leo practically shouted. Then he reached in like he was going to touch it. "Does it do more faces?"
Douglas slapped Leo's hand away. "Yes, but this is the face our billionaire. As Donald would say no touchy. Now lets get everything ready and go get that antidote. We need to be ready in a two hours."
It was almost time to leave and Douglas and Leo anxiously stood outside of the bedroom.
"Do I have to wear this? It's so boring." Bree said from behind the door.
"It's a disguise. It's supposed to be boring so not to draw attention." Douglas said tapping his foot impatiently. "Now I know why Donald is wound so tight."
"Yeah, at least you get a real disguise." Leo hollered back through the door. Then he shot Douglas a harsh glare.
"Leo stop complaining. You will like your job a lot better." Douglas said to Leo then rolled his eyes, looked back at the door, then at his watch. "Bree, C'mon We have go to go now or we are going to be late."
Bree slowly stepped out of the room. She really did look like a different person. She had her hair pulled up in a neat bun, she was wearing a business suite with a pencil skirt, pumps, and to finish it off black rimmed glasses.
Both Leo and Douglas were very impressed at how different she looked and how much older she looked. "Way to go Bree. You look perfect." Douglas said with a smile.
Bree straightened up and in a slightly deeper older sounding voice replied. "Thank you Mr. Treet."
The three arrived at the address Slate had sent them for the buy. When they got there it looked like an abandoned warehouse. Leo dropped Bree and Douglas off. Before Leo pulled off Douglas leaned back in the window and tapped his cyper mask chip to change his face. The he rubbed the car door. "Leo be careful with her. It's not a toy and its not mine. Donald will kill us if he finds out we borrowed his new phantom car."
Leo was all smiles. "I'll be careful. I can't believe my job is to drive the most awesome car ever." Leo squeezed the steering wheel.
"Don't squeeze me." The car said in Tasha's voice.
Leo quickly released the wheel. His eyes were huge and he glanced around half expecting to his mom.
Douglas in his billionaire face smiled. Then he looked at his watch. "Be back in fifteen minutes."
Leo agreed and sped off.
Douglas shook his head as he watched the speed away out of sight. "Alright Bree, here goes, keep to the story just as we practiced. Anything goes awry use your super speed to grab the antidote and get out."
Bree nodded in agreement. The two were amazed when they stepped into the building. It was a fully functioning lab inside. It didn't look at like the outside. Slate noticed the amazement on the two's faces. "The hidden surprise is always my favorite part." Slate said walking up to them.
The man wasn't at all what Bree had pictured in her mind. He was much younger and wore kakis, tennishoes, at t-shirt, and a ball cap. She also found him to be very cute. His bright blue eyes drew her in like magnets. She couldn't pull herself away or get the goofy grin off her face until Douglas nudged her.
He knew this man wasn't Slate, but he decided to play along. He needed that antidote fast. "The money, show him the money." Douglas said rather harshly.
"Oh." Bree opened the briefcase and showed the money to Slate and the two men now standing with him.
A short, much older, stocky man in a suite walked up smiling.l
"Now this was the Nathan Slate he knew and loathed." Douglas thought to himself.
"I'm Nathan Slate" the man introduced himself. "This is my son Nate. I currently training him to do the business." Nathan looked at the young man from the floor up. "He needs a little work, but he will soon be a chip off the old block." He then motioned to one of the two men. The man stepped up with their own briefcase and opened it revealing the virus and antidote.
Douglas pulled out a scanner and scanned the vials. Satisfied he smiled. "Looks like we have a deal Mr. Slate." Being nice to the man soured Douglas's stomach.
Bree and the man traded cases the Douglas and Mr. Slate shook hands. When Douglas reached out his hand his shirt and jacket rode up his arm just enough to reveal a tattoo on the inside of Douglas's arm. Bree saw Mr. Slate recognize the tattoo and watched his expression completely change. Bree readied herself to run. Bree looked over at Nate, "Sorry Nate." Then using her super speed grabbed Douglas and the case with the antidote and sped out into the street to where Leo was supposed to be waiting.
But Leo wasn't there. "I told him fifteen minutes." Douglas said angrily.
Bree was very aggravated. "How could Leo be so irresponsible on a mission. He was worse then Adam. She handed Dougls the case with the antidote in it. "Here, you get on my back. I'll get us home."
Douglas was about to do so when a stun ray hit Bree knocking her out cold. He looked up from Bree to see several guards coming his way. "Oh crap."