I'm back! Here's another short chapter. I didn't realize how short they were when I wrote them. Well, I think we all saw this coming. Predictable plot... Sigh. But now you get to know more about the history and my OC. Whatever. Not much to say. Hyped for the rest of the story. Trust me. It gets better than this.

Cyber desks were incredibly fun to play with. I could have stayed there all day and just fiddled with it, but I had a mission to complete. I typed in some stuff in the digital keyboard, and an image popped up in a 3D model. It was a pair of wings just like mine. I pressed some more buttons and held up a scanner that made things in a computer come out in a real model. Mr. Davenport really was a genius inventor.

The scanner shot a red line that went up and down several times. Soon, the wings were right there. I turned the scanner off and grabbed the pair of wings. Reaching back, I pressed a button on my chip, and my own wings fell out. Then, I took the ones I just made and put them on my back. They grafted in flawlessly. I gazed at my old pair with both critique and remorse. They were grimy and a bit worn out, but I had had them for three years now and they had never failed me. Maybe I could make a few touch-ups and make them a backup pair.

"Hah! I knew it!" The voice made me jump up into the ceiling rafters. When I finally looked down, I saw Donald Davenport standing there, staring at me in awe and amazement. "Who…who are you? Why are in my lab? And what are those?" He gestured up at me, but I knew what he really meant: my wings.

I jumped down from the rafter beams and landed skillfully on my feet. "And why should I tell you anything?"

"Because you broke into my house and stole top-secret information from my lab." He crossed his arms, looking smug with his answer.

"Actually, I didn't break in; I walked in through the balcony door. And I didn't steal anything; that design belongs to me."

His face lost that arrogant look. "What are you talking about? Those human-sized wings were my design."

I waved around my old pair of wings. "Uh, you were kinda late to the party, Davenport. I've had these since I was ten."

"So you're saying I should believe that a teenage girl beat me in the inventors' race to create wings for humans?"

"Mm-hm, isn't it kinda obvious?" He just looked at me, slightly slack-jawed. "Well, if that's all, I should be going now. It was great meeting you, Mr. Davenport." I was about to take off right then and there, but Donald stopped me.

"Oh no, you don't. You haven't answered my questions yet, and you're still not off the hook for breaking into my house or 'walked in through the balcony door' as you say." He grabbed my arm, though if I wanted to, I could jerk it out or twist his arm around and escape. But I didn't. "What's your name?"

"Emily."

"What's your last name?"

"You don't want to know."

"And why not?"

"Just trust me."

"I trust you about as far as I can throw you."

"What about how far Adam can throw me, with his super strength and all?"

Donald's eyes widened as he sat me down in a chair. "How did you know?"

"I know more about you and your bionic family than you think. I even know some of the hidden abilities that they're going to have."

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"I'm here to get some new wings. As for who I am…" A sly smile slid across my face. "I'm your niece."