Author's Note: You like the cliffy? The rhyme was on the spot, so no hate for that. That chapter, towards the end, like very end, gave pretty subtle clues toward something I have fun with! THIS CHAPTER TITLE IS SO THE OPPOSITE! But yeah, please read and review. I KNOW NOTHING OF PENTAGON SECURITY, OR LAYOUTS REALLY DESPITE BEING AMERICAN, SO...I TRIED! Okay I got sidetracked by writing another fic -don't write two at once, ahhhh- so, this is late, but the next one'll come sooner.
SHOUTOUT TO daphrose because I may steal some...sufferings from one of her fics.
SHOUTOUT TO AllAmericanSlurp for being a friend and good author.
Chase crouched outside the Pentagon's fences, disliking the cold rain that kept pouring on him in torrents. He even coughed a few times, almost giving his position away. He was American by birth, and by upbringing, and it pained him to steal from his government. Not that Marcus would get a chance to use it if he had any say, but...still. He was a patriot, and this pained him. You say you love your country, but you're so willing to steal from it? Chase tried to make it appear to Adam this would be fun, but it wasn't, not at all. Ready to break into the best protected building in the world? No. But still he crept forward, crouched low to the ground, all senses alert for anyone approaching.
He made it into a strip of parking lot, and if he continued along his trajectory, he'd come to one of the "points". Then his hearing and telepathy detected someone approaching, and he crouched lower. Thankfully, the car they were headed to kept Chase out of their line of vision. Plus the heavy rainfall blocks their vision, so I'm safe. After the car drove off, Chase focused only on sensing peoples' positions. There a lot of people in the Pentagon, minus the cameras. Speaking of cameras...Chase focused on one camera, then followed where it sent its feed to the main center, then shut it down. Immediately after, he knocked everyone in the Pentagon out.
He ran forward, looking for any sign of someone or a camera unaffected. He broke a window and entered, and immediately headed for the lower floors. C'mon, c'mon, secure files...wait a minute. He did a quick scan of the Pentagon's layout, then swiftly changed course and ran to the left. He found the office he was looking for, and hacked the computer with minimal difficulty. He copied the files needed, pulled out a flash drive, and began the download. He did a check over the systems and people, and found no one was waking up soon. The copied files downloaded easily and quickly, and he quickly pulled it out. And, because he didn't want the man to lose his job, he erased all trace of this computer downloading them.
His telepathic field picked up on something. There was a large number of people approaching the building, quickly, and he realized Washington probably cared if the Pentagon's security system went down. Okay I need to get out of here, now. He took the straight path, and jumped out the window of the office he was in. He felt glass shards cut his arms, but that didn't matter too much to him at the moment. He landed on his feet, and use his molecularkinesis to repair the window. He sensed people heading for his position, and dropped to the ground and rolled into cover. Keep your cool, keep your cool.
Ducking behind more cars for cover, he made his way to a fence, and levitated over it. He super-sped his was home, and as he entered the Davenport homestead, he tried to be happy, Marcus had to give him the cure for Adam. But all he could feel was shame.
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Chase had bandaged up his arms, and turned to his delirious brother, who had two days left. "Hey, Adam, I'm going to go get you your cure, alright? You'll be up in no time, and we'll beat up Marcus." He turned to Bree, who was still unconscious. He didn't have anything to say, too many emotions clogging his throat. He turned and super-sped himself straight into Marcus' lair. Marcus turned to face him, and Chase held up the flash drive, careful to keep a molecularkinetic grip on it, too, not trusting Marcus at all.
"Ah, Chase, I knew you could do it. So, I take it as you want the cure?" Chase didn't honor that with a reply, and Marcus sighed, pulling out a vial of barf-colored liquid. Chase cocked an eyebrow, and Marcus chuckled. "Take it," Marcus held out his hand, Chase just summoned it to his hand. He smiled.
"Thanks, Marcus!" He called fake cheerily, and super-sped to Adam, and helped Adam swallow it. The green that had overtaken the whites of Adams' eyes dimmed, and Chase saw it begin to recede. He sighed in relief. Bullet dodged, but Marcus is going to be ticked.
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Donald was plotting with his brother about how to escape. Tasha was trying to comfort all, and Leo was just swearing under his breath. Donald normally would've shut Leo up, but these weren't normal circumstances. When are we ever under normal circumstances?
"Hmm, these "cages" are force fields, so maybe we could have him run into it and fry it-" Douglas cut his brother off, head shaking.
"He's too smart, and I have a pocket knife. I bait him in here, and stab him. Problem solved." Donald shrugged, as uncomfortable as he was with having someone killed, he had to admit it was their best bet.
"You're very...stab-happy, Douglas."
"They Triton-Apped Bree, and I don't know if they have Adam and Chase. I have no problem stabbing them."
"Douglas, there is a child here!" Tasha exclaimed. "No way am I going to allow you to-"
"I'm not asking your permission!" Douglas snapped.
"And you don't have mine," 'Strider' said as he entered the room, to the shock of all the Davenports. "To leave, at least. If you want to get in a fight..."
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Adam was recovering very well, and Chase was relieved. But if anything happened to his family...it'll be my fault, because I left them there. But I had to help Adam, and made sure he recovered okay. Adam was sleeping peacefully, so Chase went over to the sink, and suddenly felt a cough swell up in his chest. He coughed over the sink, feeling something liquid-like come up. He checked his hand, and felt shock send a cold wave down his spine, as the dark red blood pooled in his palm.
Author's Note: I had this set up. Go back to the last few paragraphs of the last chapter. Heavy rain, cold, no sleep, rain in this chapter...pneumonia is fun, right? Please review and hope you enjoyed!