CHAPTER THREE-
Bree put her head in her hands in disbelief. She couldn't believe her brother. Chase had really betrayed them. And for what? A few new bionic abilities? He had always said family came first. He had said they were a team. He had helped them vanquish Douglas. He had been by their side this whole time and now... She felt a hot tear run down her cheek.
Adam was standing completely still in shock. As his eyes landed on the fragile figure of his sister, he slowly made his way over to her and put a comforting hand on her nimble shoulder. She looked up and saw his sad expression. It was filled with understanding and regret.
But their sadness was nothing compared to Mr. Davenport's anger. His eyes were narrowed and his hands were balled into fists. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. It wasn't clear whether his fury was directed at Chase or Douglas. Bree watched as he slowly took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
"I can't believe that!" Leo exclaimed. "He totally turned on us! He is a traitor. A bionic traitor. He's a biontor!"
Bree grit her teeth. "You're not helping, Leo."
"W-What just happened?" Tasha stuttered, clearly a little confused, not to mention afraid.
Mr. Davenport let out a deep sigh, as if pained. "That was Chase's override app. When he activates it, he has complete control over Bree and Adam's actions. He was using it to tell us he's working with my brother."
"Isn't your brother... you know... evil?" Tasha asked carefully.
The man nodded, his eyes glinting with rage. "Yes. And I'm afraid Chase may be too at this point."
"Don't say that." Bree insisted, standing up. As she did so, Adam's hand slipped off of her shoulder.
Adam nodded. "He may be a dork, but my brother is not evil." He told his uncle, who he had always thought of as a father, sternly.
Mr. Davenport turned away, no longer letting them see his face. His voice was grim as he spoke. "Maybe not. But if he wasn't, why would he be working with Douglas?"
Bree and Adam had no answer for that.
"What are we going to do?" Leo asked loudly, clearly in panic mode.
"We have to find him." Adam said firmly.
Mr. Davenport shook his head slowly. "No. I know Douglas. They'll come to us. We need to be ready when they do." He began heading toward the wall that concealed the elevator to the lab.
His kids followed him loyally. Tasha stayed on the couch. "If you don't mind, Donald, I think I'll stay here." She said quickly.
He nodded. "That's fine." They went into the lab and immediately, Donald was at his place at his cyber desk. His fingers were whirring across the keys as he began typing in a bunch of codes. After a minute he sighed. "I can't track his chip. I don't know where he is. He could be anywhere..."
Chase stood outside of a beat up looking garden shed. He turned his gaze to his dad. He tried not to look irritated. Instead, he just closed his eyes.
"This... This is your back-up lab?" He asked, not wanting to believe it.
Douglas chuckled. "You don't have much faith in me, Chase. I'm a little insulted."
He slowly kicked over a garden gnome which was sitting by the door. Under it was a key pad. He leaned down and quickly typed in a few numbers. 5-22-9-12. (A/N: Does anyone know why I chose those numbers? If you do I'll shot you out in the next chapter!)
Chase rolled his eyes as the man sat up and glanced around before gesturing for his son to follow him. They snuck around to the other side where Chase could see a door on the back. It was slightly ajar. Douglas opened it and grinned as Chase's chin dropped. The lab was amazing. There were several bright monitors, a cyber desk, almost identical to the other one, and even a monitor on which an Eddy-like robot was looking at them. In the corner were three capsules.
"This lab looks just like Mr. D-" He cut himself off. "Uh, your brother's." He corrected himself.
His father nodded slowly. "Yes I know. As you can see..." He pointed towards the capsules. "I was always hopeful..." He trailed off, deep in thought. Shaking his head, he pulled the small flash-drive out of his pocket. "I believe it's time I fulfill my promise."
Chase's eyes widened greedily as he stared at the flash-drive.
"Get in your capsule." Douglas instructed.
Chase obeyed.
Douglas plugged the flash-drive into his cyber-desk. Then he reached out and slowly pressed a button.
Chase let out a cry of anguish. His hand flew to his neck and he fell to his knees. Tears sprung to his eyes. As the pain slowly receded, a slight whimper escaped his lips. He released a shaky breath and stood up. His gaze stayed on the ground as his hand shot out and he flung open the capsule door with strength he hadn't had before.
"How do you feel, Chase?"
The boy looked up. There was the most evil of smirks on his face. "Never better, Mr. Davenport." He responded. He did a lap of the lab in less than a second and grinned. "It worked."
Douglas looked thrilled. "It actually worked! It worked! I'm a genius! I'm a genius!" He noticed his son's critical look and cleared his throat. "Of course, I knew it was going to work all along."
Chase didn't say a word, knowing whatever he said would get him in trouble.
"So, I think it's time we go retrieve your siblings. I know we don't really need them, because we have you, but we don't want Donald to have a fighting chance." He explained.
At the mention of Donald Davenport, Chase felt an unwanted pang of guilt in his stomach. It's true, he didn't want to completely destroy his uncle like his father did. He fidgeted. "Mr. Davenport, do we really have to get rid of your brother? Is that really the goal here?"
Douglas looked at him lazily. "Yes, of course. You know that."
Chase gulped. "Well, yeah, but..."
"Chase... You're not thinking of betraying me, are you?"
Chase shook his head nervously. "No, no, of course not." He assured the man.
"I hope not." Douglas' threatening look turned to the kind one he used when he wanted to get his way. "Now, why don't we test your super speed a little further? Let's see if you can run back to America."
"On water?" Chase asked, his eyes wide. "But even Bree had trouble-"
Douglas interrupted him. "You're faster than Bree."
Chase took a deep breath and as Mr. Davenport put his arm around his shoulders, he prayed he really was faster then Bree.
A/N: I was thrilled that I could get this up! What do you guys think? Did I do a good job? Oh, and I have a question. It's just for reference, I really want to know your opinions. Here it is: Do you guys want Chase to actually be working for Douglas, or to be tricking him again? Please tell me that in a review. I'd also like to know what you think of my depiction of Douglas. Is he too diabolical? Not diabolical enough? Okay, sorry about the long author's note. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon! But you know… Reviews help me work faster… xD
