We all looked puzzled. But we should be use to bad news like this.
"All of you guys keep complaining about how one of you keeps jacking up the mission, so I'm splitting you up by each mission." What? Can he really do that?
"But Mr. Davenport isn't that kind of unsafe?" Adam asked.
"Yeah, I mean what if someone gets hurt? And they need help quick?!" I agreed.
"Especially Chase." Adam whispered to Bree, and she laughed hard, and so did he. Their laughs went away when Mr. Davenport said, "Look, I just want to see what happens! You never know if it will just work out, and maybe the fighting will stop!" I could tell that none of us liked this – at all! Not even Bree and she's the one who keeps complain about us all the time! Then she broke the silence and said, "But Mr. Davenport, we're a team."
"I know." He said slowly and sadly. "I just hope you guys will stop fighting. Chase, gear up."
We have never gone on a mission by ourselves (plainly) like this. But only when I went to Antarctica, and when Adam and me went to go put out a fire, but that was it, and it wasn't our fault.
When I get out my capsule, and began to put weapons in my mission bag, Adam was already upstairs. Bree groaned, "That's it." She walks to her capsule and changed into her mission suit.
"What are you doing?!" I ask.
"I'm just supper speeding you to the mission." I knew she was up to something other than supper speed. Especially since her fingers were dancing everywhere.
"You're lying." I said.
