Author's Note: I FINALLY GOT WIFI IN THE NEW HOUSE. AC...working on that. And two Davenports are evil. Won't say who. TOOK THE MATH TEST THAT DETERMINES IF I PASS! Anyone, people, enjoy and review please thanks!

Chase wiped his eyes with his hands in an attempt to keep away. He'd told the school via email that Adam, Bree, and Leo wouldn't be at school for two weeks due to a trip to Canada. I hope I can find them soon enough that they get a few days off of school. He looked at the clock in the corner of the screen of the laptop he was currently looking up terrorist groups who may have taken his family for a ransom. I doubt it, they'd ransack the house, and it just doesn't fit. But a gang or criminal organization does. Family for leverage, and whatever they want Donald to do...can't be good. I have to find them, it's all on me.

Chase closed his eyes, taking a few breaths. I can do this. Relax. He looked across the table from him, where Adam was sleeping on the couch. Chase relaxed at that sight, but still sighed. It'd be best to go now, but if they come back...would they strike the same place twice? Chase was unwilling to take that risk. He closed the laptop, and leaned against the chair. I am exhausted. I should sleep. He leaned back, just beginning to feel himself drift off...

...

Bree's first conscious thought was, Wow, being electrocuted to be knocked out really sucks. She groaned, and slowly sat up. Her first sensation was a rocky floor beneath her hands. What...a rock floor? I'm underground? That means worms and bugs and eww! She looked around. She was in a cage, as if she were no more than a dog. To be fair, I have been called a bitch before, she told herself.

Leo hadn't regained consciousness, for which Bree was thankful, but no one else had either. She heard the echoes of footsteps, and whipped her head around to see who caused the noise. It was a man in a dark cloak with a cowl, his face obscured by shadows.

"Oh, Bree, how I missed you and your naïve stupidity. It'll be worse though, what with all the...oh wait you wouldn't remember." The man cackled. His voice sounded really young, like around 18-22. Bree glared at him, and in a harsh tone snapped,

"You think you're so cool with you dark clothing, but you look like a stupid Goth person who thinks he's cool! And I don't know any freak-o creep-os like you!" Bree glared at him hotly, trying to send all her hate and anger at him. He chuckled, not a 'that's-funny-ha-ha' chuckle but a 'you're-gonna-die-in-a-fun-way-for-me-because-I'm-a-psychopath' chuckle. Bree glared at him still, fear fluttering in her heart. "You're a sociopath!"

"Oh, Bree, a silly human such as yourself would think that. I'm much more than that, I am a new power the world has never seen before. My children will own the earth." Great, a creepy sociopath with a God complex. Great.

"Yeah, how exactly are we gonna help you? If we're so inferior to you, why do you need us? Why not just kill us?" Bree realized maybe that last sentence may not have been a good idea, but she was curious. He chuckled his sociopath chuckle again.

"I don't need your help, I can't have you oppose me. Two of your family members avoided capture, however, and they will be most useful in making my plan easier. They need incentive to return, which is where you come in. But Leo might get himself if he talks as much as I remember. Bree, nonetheless, don't worry. You'll play a very important role in the act to come."

"Gee, I feel so much better. And only Adam isn't here, but you said two members, so someone needs to retake a Math class." Despite her hard words, she was shaking inside about her 'part' and Adam's 'part'. That feeling would've amplified had she seen the 'Triton App' glowing on a screen across the cave.

...

Chase woke up, around 6 a.m., and prepared breakfast for his brother. He had never cooked breakfast before, but, as he did in many other things, he did stellar in cooking. Adam's stomach grumbled him awake.

"Mmm...bacon and eggs...Chase, you're cooking! Do you need me to reach the ingredients for you, shorty?" Chase sighed. Short jokes meant a return to routine, but also meant annoyance for Chase. He was glad though to have a break from the stress of finding his family.

Though Chase had a dangerous plan for after breakfast. He and Adam -he refused to let Adam out of his vision unless in the bathroom- were going to have a chat with a gang. Chase wasn't too scared of the gang, or getting out alive, but getting out without the cops knowing if it went wrong...worried him a little.

"Adam, we're gonna go have a chat with a gang." Chase said that right as Adam was munching on some bacon.

Adam's eyes widened, and he stopped eating.

"What?" He cried after swallowing. "A gang? Chase, they're dangerous! I want to find our family, but why would a gang take them?" Chase sighed.

"I don't think the gang took them. I think they might know who did. Gangs know who all the big-shot criminals are in town, and we can go from there." Chase spoke quietly but confidently. Adam sighed.

"I guess I don't have a choice?"

"You do. I will cover the house in the Davenium, remember that? Then I talk to the gang and return. Or you can come with me. Either way works, really." Except if my theory is correct, a Davenium wall will be usesless. So just come with me. Chase began to influence Adam's thoughts secretly. Adam sighed.

"Let's go meet guys with guns," Adam couldn't scrounge up any enthusiasm for that statement. Chase laughed at that as he rose from the table.

"Adam, it isn't that bad. Now come on." Chase began to lead him through the streets of Mission Creek, stopping only when he saw a gang of gang members. Chase inclined his head toward them, and immediately they came over.

"We'll take you to see the boss," One said in a gruff monotone. Adam was unsurprised, he'd been mind controlled before too, and recognized the look. They were lead through a series of abandoned buildings, and their journey ended with the 22-year-old head of the Silver Knights gang.

"What are they doing here? Who are they?" The man asked in rapid Spanish. Adam understood only due to his brothers' translations that were broadcasted into his head. Chase stepped forward, and replied in Spanish:

"We are here to ask a few questions, and for everyone's sake we will speak in English." Chase's voice held hints of telepathic influence, and Adam was very glad his brother was on his side.

"Yes, that would be best." The man spoke as if slightly confused, maybe the telepathic influence taking root in his mind. Adam felt a weird feeling inside him, that enjoyed this...interrogation, but was satiated with watch Chase handle it.

"Do you know any criminal organizations, or just criminals, who would have the capability and training to kidnap four people in their house without a trace?" Chase's eyes were seeking minutiae in the gang leader's body language and thoughts, something that had saved him time, and also his life, many times before. The gang leader answered after a period of thought.

"Sounds like you're looking for Nightstrider. They can do anything, commit any crime. I've used them a few times myself. One of the grunts, the first person you go to if you want them to do a job, hangs out in front of the bookstore in La Canterra mall."

Chase nodded, and immediately led him and Adam out of there, while erasing the memories of that interrogation from their mind. Chase had a contemplative look on his face though.

"What's going on in that genius brain of yours?"

"I think...I have a theory about who we'll be fighting. But I can't be sure, and I won't say until I am sure. One of us needs to have an open mind." Chase had worry etched on his features, and that didn't relax Adam at all.

"Well, they're clearly so good they can pull of any job, so that must narrow down the field, right?" Adam pointed out. Chase nodded, muscles on his face going rigid.

"I agree with you, Adam, but it won't necessarily be good. If we are fighting who I think...we barely won the first time, and that was by sheer dumb luck. If they got more powerful, like we have, but with other..." Chase censored out that word by not speaking it. "then we might be royally screwed over."

Author's Note: Pay attention to italics.