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Adam had always loved to look up at the moon. It gave him a feeling of connection, that it was millions of other peoples' moon too. He didn't mind sharing, because others needed that connection too. It had always connected him to his family, or it felt like it did at least. Though this time...all he felt was emptiness, a sense of solitude. If the rest of his family had turned out like Bree, then what would have at the end of these 'tasks'? Bloodstained hands and guilt for a lifetime. Not exactly a fair trade.

"I just caught up on what happened. Don't worry, Bree isn't evil." Adam turned and saw Chase standing behind him, looking only a little pale. Adam forced a grin, but saw no change in Chase's face, and abandoned the effort. Adam narrowed his eyes.

"How do you know, you were- telepathy nevermind." Adam saw the shadow of a smile on Chase's face, but Chase pursued their original topic.

"Bree isn't evil, she's under -as you know him- Sociopath's control, via Triton App. It allows the user to control our bionics, but I made you and Bree immune to it. At least I thought I did, I'll need to make your defenses harder to breach." Chase's eyes grew unfocused, as if already thinking of ways to accomplish that. Adam sighed, wanting to confront the one other topic bugging him.

"How do we do these 'tasks'? I don't want to break into anyplace, or kill anyone. I don't think I could if I tried." Adam looked to Chase for the answer, as he did frequently. Chase approached the edge of the balcony, where Adam was leaning on the railing. His demeanor changed, as if remembering something that he wanted to forget.

"You'd be amazed at what someone can do, under certain circumstances, but you're right. I don't want you to kill. So you won't. We can do the first two fairly easily, and hopefully by then I'll know for sure who he is, and how to beat him, then we can go home like we always do."

"Hopefully," Adam repeated, unhopefully. The future doesn't seem to bright right now, not to me, at least.

...

They'd deposited the money with one of the Nightstriders, and Chase was very uneasy afterwards. There was no cognitive power in that man's mind, how? I'd have detected mind control or brainwashing. Chase cast an uneasy glance behind them as they headed back to the Davenport house, and Adam picked up on it. This is why I appreciate you, Adam, you care so much about others. Adam raised an eyebrow, and Chase knew if he didn't speak up, Adam would start asking.

"Adam, there's just something about this whole thing that's...just not right." Chase looked down at the sidewalk, already knowing what Adam's response to be,

"Oh, what could possibly be wrong about our family being kidnapped, and us having to commit treasonous crimes?" Adam's voice was low, but Chase knew he'd prefer to be shouting. It didn't bother Chase much, he knew it was a normal human reaction to a situation like this, unless you were trained or experienced in it. Chase sucked in a breath, readying himself for his next sentence, as they turned into their driveway. "I'll start prepping for our breaking into the Pentagon."

"What? Who said we were going to-"

"We need more time. We have to do this, much as I wish we didn't have to. Don't worry, we'll stop this guy before he can use them."

"Yeah, and we can get arrested by the U.S. government. Hurray." Adam glared at him, his expression saying Yeah, no. Chase shook his head. "Adam, normal people would be arrested. We're not normal, we're bionic. Though breaking into the Pentagon might be a bit of a challenge for me."

"Chase, it's called the most secure building in the world, how can it possibly be just a little bit of a challenge?" Adam looked incredulous, and Chase laughed a little.

"Adam, we're us. The world doesn't know what we can do. And I'm not planning on letting them know." Chase opened the door, then stopped halfway through it. "I'm actually going to revise my statement: It'll be fun to break into the Pentagon, just not the stealing." Adam stared at where his brother had stood as he walked to the lab to research Pentagon blueprints no doubt.

"Chase, I won't let this happen," Adam promised silently. "It's my fault, and no one is suffering because of it."

...

Adam was finally ready. He had been packing in his room until 2 a.m., he was finally finished. He'd once heard or read to do the unexpected. I expect it will be unexpected me for to try to take on Sociopath, and free Bree from Trident App or whatever it was, and the rest of my family. See, Chase, I don't need for everything, or anything really? The last thought was very much unlike him, but he didn't care. His old self hadn't been enough to keep his family safe, so surely anything new had to be better?

He crept through the house, sure that Chase would be focused on the Pentagon blueprints he'd recovered. It was prime time for him to sneak out. He made through without incident, and when he hit the night air a wave of confidence flooded through him. I can do this, Sociopath, watch out, I'm after you.

Author's Note: Oh, notice Adam's shift? And eheehee I'm evil, you don't even know.