I'm here with chapter 13! Weird fact, I was just thinking last time I posted how ironic it'd be if I posted chapter 13 on Friday the 13th, and it turns out I posted chapter 12 on that date. I was one chapter away from accomplishing a now dream of mine!

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Douglas had tried to take the lead many times throughout the trip back to Mission Creek High, but he was always elbowed or shoved in behind Adam and Bree. He was gripping at the stun gun he snuck out of the academy, frowning in frustration. He wasn't bionic, of course, but he was the oldest. Screw once being a villain and trying to take control of these two and Chase, he felt so undignified following after a couple of teenagers.

"Come on, guys," he grumbled, too busy in his sulk to realize Adam and Bree had stopped. He bumped into the latter, staggering backwards, and fumbling with the gun in his hands.

"Uh, Uncle Dougie!" Bree huffed, bending down with her brother to lift a sewage lid. Adam did most of the work in two seconds flat, tossing the lid away unnecessarily. Bree gestured to her biological father.

"I'm not going in there," Douglas refused, crossing his arms. Adam rolled his eyes, lowering himself down to the sewer first.

"It doesn't stink that bad," Bree tried.

"Yes it does," Adam called from below, offering his sister an arm. Bree glared at Douglas as a warning then disappeared, climbing down and taking the older bionic's hand.

Douglas shuffled his feet, peering around him in reluctance, before giving up and starting his descent. He dangled awkwardly a few times, trying to get a good grip on his weapon, before he finally made it to solid ground again. "Ugh, the oder!"

"Don't mock how we do things, we have order," Adam growled. Bree patted him on the back, but didn't correct the mistake.

"Let's go, I remember turning right," the speedster headed that way, before Adam held a hand out to stop her.

"No, I vaguely remember going that way," he pointed left.

"Adam, vaguely isn't a good lead," Bree argued.

"Yes, it is."

"Adam, what do you think vaguely means?" Douglas asked, arching his brow.

"Distinctly."

"You know what 'distinctly' means, but not vaguely?" Bree sighed, shaking her brother's big hand off of her petite shoulder. "I'm going right."

"Well, I'm going left," Adam retorted, twisting on his heels to head in that direction.

"Come on, Uncle Dougie," they both mumbled simutaneously. Douglas didn't need to think twice before following his daughter, looking back at Adam to apologize. The older boy didn't seem mad, though, just disappointed. He trusted his gut, and still headed left, hoping he was right so those two didn't get themselves into any trouble. He was stronger than both of them combined, times ten .. or something. Chase was the magician ... mathtician ... math expert.

He crouched down, leaning against a damp wall as he kept forward. Adam didn't exactly know why spies did that in the movies, but they always won at the end, so it had to be a good sneaking move.

Low voices were murmuring down the sewage corridor, disagreeing on something.

"Yeah, I realize he's the best and we'd be nothing without him," one voice was saying, almost nervous. "but I can't brush off this strange feeling that we're not being given all the important facts."

"Of course we're not," another voice growled. "We're not worthy of his knowledge."

"That's not what I mean," the first one mumbled. "I mean about us. I've been getting these visions ever since that prisoner was released, vivid ones, of people and places I don't remember seeing. Except, that kid was in them, older too. He's the only one I recognize, and he seemed to know me."

"M1, you're ridiculous," the second voice sounded condescending. "I really don't want to report you to Alpha, but I will if I deem it necessary, understood?"

"Understood."

"Good, now get back on patrol, our leader is expecting another visit."

Adam frowned. He didn't know a lot of stuff, his siblings made sure he knew that, but this didn't sound good. Unless evil guys get drop in visitors and serve cookies and tea, the oldest bionic was sure the enemy had already figured he was coming. If that was so, Lexi was right. These guys were always a few steps ahead. How could they beat people that have already calculated their next three moves?

Footsteps echoed, approaching Adam. Quickly, he face planted against the stinky sewer walls, spreading his arms and legs out to be as invisible as possible. The person walked by without noticing, disappearing down the hallway the bionic had previously come from, and Adam crept off opposite him.

He tiptoed, scrunching his expression in an earnest attempt to remain undetected.

"Who goes there!" an angry voice growled, a dark-outlined shadow moving, baring a weapon. Adam froze, holding his breath. The shadow walked closer, revealing a person in its midst. Yet, it wasn't just a person or maybe even a person at all ...

The bushy eyebrows, the dark brown eyes, the square jaw, they were all familiar. "It's a mirror!" Adam exclaimed, lifting his hand up to see if his 'image' reflected the movement. It didn't.

"I'm not a mirror you idiot-" the man cut himself off, noticing the reason why Adam was staring at him. His jaw made to gape, but the weapon-holder focused once more on dealing with an intruder. "Who are you?"

"I'm Adam ... Adam?" the bionic furrowed his eyebrows, his twin repeating the action.

Licking his lips, the second Adam lowered his gun. "My name is M1, such personal titles are beyond my status."

"Oh," Adam slouched his shoulders, tension gone. "My bad, I thought you were my much older future self."

M1 appeared taken aback, eyes widening.

"What?" Adam questioned dumbly, missing only the head scratch.

"Do you know the prisoner that was released?" M1 inquired, stepping uncomfortably closer. Of he and Adam, neither hovered over the other. The were of equal height.

"You mean Chase? He wasn't released, we helped him escape ..." Adam trailed. His observation had been right, they did allow Chase to leave.

M1 huffed, acting like he didn't have time for his petty knowledge. "Is Chase a short, spiky-haired, know-it-all loud mouth?"

"Yeah, that's spot on," Adam congratulated, not sure where this was going.

"Who is he to you?" M1's expression dropped, unintentonally leaning in in desperation.

"My younger brother ... why?"

"Does that make you, um, that, bionic thing as well?"

Adam was confused, and something told him it wasn't for the usual reasons. M1 wasn't making any sense. "Yeah ..."

"Holy crap," M1 breathed out, glancing down at his hands, eyeing them like they were on fire. "I'm bionic."

"No, I'm bionic," Adam corrected.

"But, I'm you," M1 explained.

"No," Adam made his tone purposely over patient. "You're M1, remember?"

"That was the name given to me by my master, but I ... we all, have led another life before this one. Alpha told us they were not important and we believed him." M1's eyes looked betrayed, but clear. "I come from the future, and it is now obvious to me that, looking at you, the life I had before I was given another was not pitiful and worthless."

"Is that what this guy told you?" Adam growled, cracking his knuckles. It didn't take much to convice him. Now he was confident that this was future him, and he had to avenge himself.

"Please don't do anything rash," M1 begged. "Whoever you think you're dealing with, I promise you my leader is worse."

"So are you going to just go back to being his little minion, and pretend like nothing happened?" Adam asked in bewilderment. This was quite unlike him. The oldest bionic didn't conform, but in future brainwashed him did. "Minion? ... Minion 1, that's what your name means." He chuckled at his revelation.

"Oh yeah," M1 snickered, but turned serious. "I will not go back to the man I was after my transformation, but I cannot let on that I know more than I'm allowed. Though I do not agree with your tactics or what you think of my master, I will help you."

"Why?"

"Because you're me," M1 answered simply. "If I'm not helping you, I'm not helping me and that would just be ..."

"Unhelpful?" Adam finished, arching an eyebrow.

"Exactly." The two exchanged glances, before a booming voice bounced through the entire sewer.

"M1! Report to Alpha immediately, we have captured two intruders like he expected!"

M1 winced as he saw the look of horror on Adam's face. "Bree and Douglas," Adam's voice wandered, pupils dilating. A hand was placed on his left shoulder, squeezing him in attempted comfort.

"I will help your friends in any way I can," M1 promised.

"They're not our friends," Adam said, changing it to plural possessive. "They're our sister and biological father."

M1 said nothing, but nodded in understanding, trying to instill a little confidence in his younger self, before running off with his gun on his shoulder.

Chase heaved, finding it difficult to catch his breath in the awkward way he was chained to the dungeon wall. It had been hours, or suspected hours, since Olivia had tortured him with her presence, and his stomach gurgled to add to the time. If he was correct, it was the third day since his last meal, meaning if Liv was holding true to her schedule, his hunger was going to be satisfied in tiny morsels by sundown.

The weak prisoner didn't know when that was, but he hoped it was soon. The last day always made it the hardest for him to focus. All he could concentrate on was the hollow feeling in his gut, the distant taste of food, and not throwing up.

To try and forget, Chase lifted his sagging head to the video feed, searching through the blurry screen for his daughter. She was in sight, then she wasn't, and the aged bionic almost wanted to yell at himself to stop turning his head in other directions. This past Chase-cam was awful reception and wasn't a dependable tapping, but one couldn't expect anything more from a device being used across time. Chase was just glad for the opportunity to set his strained eyes on his daughter again. It had been so long since he had last seen her, months perhaps ... though it felt like years in here.

Clanging against the bars of his cell brought Chase a little hope in his aching stomach. He expected Olivia to waltz into his cage in the happy way she did, singing out 'feeding time' as if he was some kind of savage animal – though at times he did feel close to one. Instead of his wife skipping in, it was an older man, with salt and pepper hair trying to giveaway his age.

"Davenport!" Chase exclaimed, though it sounded like a hoarse whisper.

His father-figure was hunched over, increasingly aged since the last time they saw each other, which had to have been only a few months ago. Old-styled, metal keys dangled from Davenport's fingers. "Chase!" his eyes popped in his excitement. "Chase, I'm sorry, I had to enact our plan B, there was no other way, Alexa was the only-"

"I know," Chase said, eyes directing Davenport to the screen placed in front of him. "It's our only hope ... but Davenport, something's wrong."

Davenport nodded sadly.

"Lexi appears anxious," Chase went on. "and I feel this .. change starting to take hold. Something happened, the future was unsettled."

"Indeed, I-" Something caught Mr. Davenport's eye. "Is that Leo!?"

Chase peeked at the screen, where his father was staring, and saw the Leo from this present on it. "Yes, I don't know how, but they got him there now."

"Thank god," Davenport mumured, moving to unlock the chains on Chase's ankles and wrists. "I thought we'd never see him again."

"Me too." Both men jumped at Olivia's frantic shouts and screams, her heeled footsteps stomping down to the cell.

"We gotta go," Davenport whispered, flinging the heavy restraints aside, away from his freed son.