Donald rushed into his lab, a frantic look on his face. His usually calm hair looked frantic and unnerving. He finally fit the look of mad scientist.
"What on earth is she thinking?" he mumbled to himself, typing frantically on the keyboard.
"Where could she have gone?"
"How would we know?"
"Why didn't she talk to us?"
The concerned voices of his family were comforting and irritating at the same time. Comforting because it was good to know they were just as worried as he, irritating because it distracted him.
He was trying to lock onto her chip, but he hated to admit that he didn't know how. He hadn't installed a very good GPS system in his children's chip, seeing as he hadn't really been planning for them to leave the house much when he reprogramed their chips as children. And after Leo had convinced him to let them go to school…it hadn't felt right to start tracking them now. Now Donald had wished that he had shoved moral parenting philosophy aside and just put a GPS system into their programming while they slept.
"I can't…see where she's headed…" stuttered Donald. He always stuttered when he got nervous; it was a childhood habit.
Tasha walked over to her husband's side and placed a calming hand on his shoulder.
"Calm down honey, we'll find her."
Donald nodded, his eyes glued to his computer screen. Tasha's words were comforting, but they were empty promises. She couldn't be really sure they could find Bree, she didn't know how. She trusted her husband and her genius bionic children would.
Chase knew the only man who could truly help them was locked up below them.
While everyone was watching their 'parents' at the consul, Chase slipped out of the lab door. He took the elevator down one floor to where the cell was. Douglas was sitting against the far wall.
"Hey, good to see you again buddy. Change your mind about joining the dark side?" Douglas smirked.
"Shut up," said Chase.
"Chase…I am your father." Douglas laughed again, his head flying back against the cell wall in mirth. He seemed to have taken his failed plan as an excuse to start acting like a manic. Was he drunk or something?
"Shut up and listen," snapped Chase. "We need your help."
Douglas snapped to attention right away. Only Chase could tell it was a mocking attention. "Of course you do; you're stuck with my idiot brother as your leader. You need more help them I can give you."
"Bree's gone."
Douglas looked up at him in shock. His laughing face was gone, replaced with one of pain.
"What did you just say?"
"Bree, she's gone. She disappeared, she left us a note and left. Davenport can't track her."
"Of course he can't. He probably didn't implant you all with a reasonable GPS system. Something to do with his 'moral compass' nonsense."
"We don't need a lecture on your opinions about your brother. What we need is your help. So do you know where she might have gone?"
Douglas took a breath and closed his eye for a moment.
"Her memories…her past. There's only one place she would have gone, to confront the cause of her pain from childhood."
"That's great. Where is that?"
Douglas opened his eyes and stood up.
"If you let me out, I can take you there."
"I don't think Mr. Davenport.."
"Don't think about what your fake father would want. Think about your sister for god's sake."
Chase stood, glaring at his second fake father.
"Fine," he said at last. "I'll let you out. Just don't try to kill anyone."
"No promises," laughed Douglas. His lighthearted nature seemed to have returned, but Chase could see an underlying layer of nerves. He was worried; anyone with bionic senses and a genius brain could see it. Douglas was worried about the girl he rescued sixteen years ago.
A/N-More updates! I finished writing this book so now I'm just uploading! I'll try to remmeber but if it seems to be taking me too long to edit a chapter then just shoot me a massage saying 'hey...you forgot to update'...and I'll get back on it. XD Love ya!