CHAPTER SIX-

Donald Davenport sat in his lab, head in his hands. He had known his brother was evil, but he had never thought he would actually rip all three kids away from him. Donald knew that technically Adam, Bree, and Chase were Douglas' kids. But he had raised them. He had read them bedtime stories. He had trained them. For a long time they had thought he just thought of them as experiments, but they were much more than that.

Now all he had was Leo. Leo...

Donald looked up sharply. "Leo?" There was no response. Donald scanned the room. The small boy was nowhere in sight. "Leo?" He was starting to panic. Douglas wouldn't have taken Leo. He was no use to him. Not to mention that he was extremely annoying. No, his fears laid more in the fact that Leo could've tried to go after them.

He got up and ran towards the elevator. Getting in, he tapped his foot impatiently. All he could think was, "Really, Leo? Really?" The doors opened and he spilled out, almost literally. He tripped over his feet and stumbled like a fool as he made his way to the couch where his wife sat.

"Where's..." He tried to regain his breath. "Leo?" He wheezed.

Tasha looked up from her magazine. "Leo?"She pointed to the counter where the dejected boy sat, glaring at her. "He tried to sneak out earlier. Something about saving Adam and Bree, and Chase being a traitor..."

"Leo." Davenport walked over to him. "Don't try to save them. I'll handle it."

Leo rolled his eyes. "Oh please. You've been crying for the last half-hour." He paused before looking angry. "And I could save them if you'd just give me a chance!"

"No. If we need you to blow anything up, we'll let you know."

"This is so not fair! I want to help save them! At least I try! They need us, Big D, and you're just going to sit here and wait for them to come to us!" He scowled. "That's not going to happen!"

There was a loud crashing noise and something collided with the front door. It fell, and a blur made up of three bionic children came shooting in the room. They just barely managed to stop just inches before the wall. They fell to the ground.

"I take it back. Apparently they will come to us." Leo corrected.

But Donald was just staring at the children on the ground. Bree was sitting there, rubbing her head. Adam was just grinning, laughing a little. And there next to them... Was Chase. He was on his knees, glaring daggers at his sister.

Donald could see him beginning to get up and rushed over and grabbed his arm. He knew that, given the opportunity, Chase would gladly speed away. He couldn't let that happen.

"Let go of me." He growled.

"Chase, please. Just let us talk to you."

Chase scowled. "What is there to talk about?"

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you turned evil?" Leo practically yelled, getting in his face.

Chase reached up with the arm that Donald wasn't holding and wiped some spit off of his face. He glared at his step-brother. "That's none of your business."

"Oh, I think it is his business. I think it's all of our business." Then Donald turned to Bree. "Where's Douglas?"

"I knocked him out with the Dubstepus Pension Thingy."

"Subconscious Suspension Device!" Chase and Donald corrected. Donald smiled a little bit as did Chase, but the latter quickly frowned, not willing to let himself be kind to his uncle.

"Whatever." Bree dismissed. "Anyways, I knocked him out. How long do the effects last?"

Donald frowned. "About two hours."

"Okay. So we have about an hour and forty-five minutes."

Donald furrowed his brow. "It took you fifteen minutes to run here from Tokyo?"

"Hey, I was carrying these two lugs! It slowed me down." Bree did her best to justify herself.

Davenport shrugged. "True enough. Now..." He turned to Chase. "We have some questions to ask you."

"Well, I'm not going to answer."

Donald gave him the trademark Davenport glare, causing him to waver.

"I-I'll answer one." He said reluctantly.

Donald looked at him for a second before suddenly bursting, "What were you thinking?" He shouted. "Letting Douglas give you new abilities? Are you out of your mind?"

"That was more than one question." Chase mumbled. but upon seeing his uncle's furious look, he sighed. "I'll never be able to justify my actions to you. But i know why I did them, and that's what important. I also know that I'm not going to switch back to your side. I've made my choice." He said simply, crossing his arms.

Donald narrowed his eyes in frustration, exchanging looks with his two other bionic children, formulating a silent plan. He seized Chase's other arm, restricting his movement even further. Chase gulped as Adam and Bree closed in. He tried to reach for his temple, but the middle-aged man kept his arm locked firmly in place. Adam then took over, lifting him up, despite his struggle. He did his best to use his super-strength, but it was futile without being able to use his arms.

Adam carried him down to the lab and, about five minutes later, Chase scowled. He sat in Donald Davenport's lab, bound to a chair with steel chains. He glared at his siblings who were watching him intently. Leo stood right in front of him, looking at him curiously. He seemed eager to start what they had been referring to as the interrogation.

Bree was leaning up against a wall, a gloating grin on her face. She thought of this as winning. Well, she had another thing coming. Adam was standing next to her. He had somehow gotten his hands on one of those paddleball things and was having a great time continuously hitting himself in the forehead. Donald was off to one side, a sad look on his face.

"Let me go." Chase growled.

"You know we can't do that, Chase." Donald said, shaking his head.

"Why not?" He exclaimed, frustrated.

Adam looked up from his game, a big red circle on his forehead. He laughed lightly, as if Chase had forgotten. "Because you're going to help Douglas try to destroy us! Remember?"

Chase rolled his eyes. "Yes Adam. I remember."

"So do we. And trust me, we won't be forgetting it anytime soon." Bree stated.

"So you're really evil?" Leo sounded excited. "I never pegged you as the whole 'betray your family' type." He didn't sound angry, just intrigued.

Donald walked towards his son. "Neither did I. Chase, I'm sorry we had to tie you up, but we needed to talk. I need to know why you did it."

"That's my business." Chase snapped again, determined to keep it a secret. "I told you, I'll never be able to justify it to you.

Adam beamed. "Justifying things sounds fun. Like being a judge or something. That would be fun! Order in the court!"

"That's wonderful, Adam. Maybe you should let me loose so we can talk about that."

"Why don't you just use your override app?" Bree mocked.

He glared at her. She knew very well that he had to tap his temple t to engage the app. And since he couldn't, he was stuck. Then something occurred to him. He had super-strength. He had super-strength!

He simply pulled his hands apart, causing the chains to break. He shook them off and got up. "Have it your way."

Donald took a step back. "Chase, please. It doesn't have to be like this."

"Yes it does!" He yelled. Donald began inching towards the ray gun. Chase used his molecular telekinesis to fling it away. "Nice try."

"Chase, what happened to you? You're not like this! You were never like this!" Donald tried.

Chase chuckled. "I am now."

Bree came speeding towards him, but he simply put up a forcefield. She crashed into it and fell to the ground, groaning.

Adam shot a plasma grenade his way, but he kept the forcefield up.

"I'm untouchable. Don't you get that? You can't get me." Chase jeered. It was that moment that his watch began blinking. Uh-oh.

Bree noticed it. "What's that?" She asked curiously.

He gulped, tucking it behind his back. "Nothing."

The red watch had a single black triangle on the back of it. It had been given to Chase when he had first joined Douglas. It worked like a cellphone. Douglas could call it. It was supposed to work like a videophone, but it hadn't been developed quite right. If they used the videophone option, it would electrocute them. His forcefield went down as he pressed answer.

"Chase, where are you?" Douglas thundered.

As he went to explain, Bree sped up, snatched the watch and then sped back. He tried to stop her, but was so caught off guard he couldn't respond quickly enough.

"I'm in Donald's lab, Mr. Davenport." Bree responded in Chase's voice.

He gulped. He had forgotten that she had that ability.

"What are you doing there?"

"I'm joining them." Bree said simply.

"What? No, I'm not!"

But Douglas couldn't hear him. He had no idea that the Chase he was talking to was really his daughter. "Joining them? Chase, what happened to being on my side? You and I are the ultimate team! Is it because I didn't believe you about Adam and Bree? Because I'm sorry! Really sorry!" He sounded like he was begging for mercy.

"Sorry, I have to go. But I appreciate your apology. Next time apologize to your brother." Bree said.

"Chase, don't you hang up on me! Chase! Chase!"

Bree pressed 'END' and Chase stared at her in horror.

"I can't believe you just did that!"

"Well, believe it."

Chase cringed. "He's going to kill me when he finds me!"

Leo hopped up and down energetically, much like a baby kangaroo. "Not if we kill you first!" He tried to sound tough, which clearly wasn't working for him.

Chase sneered. "Oh please." He pushed Leo aside. "I'm going to go find him. Don't wait up."

But before he could speed off, Bree grabbed him. And then she slapped him. Right across the face. He gaped at her. He went to respond, but Adam was already upon him. There was fury written all over his face as he punched is brother in the gut. "That's for turning on us!"

And before Chase knew what was happening, everything went black. All he saw were three words, written in red. "Commando App Engaged."

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger, guys. I just really wanted to get this up and I was rushed. But I assure you, I will update soon. But probably not on Saturday. I have pep-band. However, enough about me. I want to know what you think. Therefore, question time!

1. Did you like it?

2. Who's your favorite character?
3. Are you mad at me for ending this chapter like this?
And most importantly... 4. Who do you prefer? Donald? Or Douglas?

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