Chase Davenport was walking down the hall of Mission Creek High with his bionic brother and sister, and his normal stepbrother. He listened to Bree and Adam argue over some test -Bree would likely win- and heard Leo pleading with him. "Oh, come on man, just one super-sense-eavesdropped-embarrasing- bit of information? Please! I'll...be your best friend!" Leo was desperate, and Chase understood and sympathized with him more than Leo knew. Didn't mean he was going to- I like Lucy Harding. Chase put a hand to his ear. He had just heard Jake the jock's voice in his head. Which was impossible- I hope Ian doesn't think I'm ugly! There was Bree's voice in his head. It sounded like their thoughts in their voices, but in his head. He hoped it wasn't a new bionic from Bree, mimicking voices and planting them in heads. Then it struck him. Maybe it's a new ability! He decided to test if what he had hear was true.

"Leo, Jake's the one being a jerk to you, right?" Chase asked, trying to keep his hazel eyes calm, not filled with the excitement of a new bionic, if this was a new bionic of course. He focused on Jake, staring into his forehead as if he could physically see the thoughts. He strained himself mentally, pushing with everything until he got it. Lucy's over there? Should I ask her out or beat up Dooley? Girls like strong men, right? Chase smiled. So Jake did like Lucy Harding.

"Leo, Jake has a crush on Lucy Harding." Chase turned to Leo, who was grinning ear to ear. Lucy Harding was the nerdiest girl in school. Chase allowed a grin on his own face. He had gained telepathy! He wouldn't tell Leo though, not wanting to be bugged all the time, at least not until after he'd trained it a little. And had some fun of his own. "Adam, can you come with me for a sec?" Leo had a devilish smile on his face, obviously planning on using his newfound information against Jake. Adam's brown eyes stared back blankly. "Why?"

"I'm going to antagonize some jocks, and want some muscle so I don't get beaten to a pulp." Leo's eyes were fixed on Jake, already dreaming of what he could extort from him. Adam shrugged his assent, and both departed. Bree rolled her eyes. "I'm heading to my locker to get the boy scent off me." Bree had just begun turning when Chase blurted, "Why? To go pretty yourself up for Ian?"

Bree's eyes were blazing when she did a 180 to face him. "Excuse me? Where did you get that from?" Bree placed her hands on her hips, and Chase felt his palms grow sweaty. "I may or may not have overheard it per Leo's request." Chase lied smoothly, figuring Leo owed him one for the tip on Jake. Bree's eyes went murderous. "Leo is so dead!" She stomped off in the direction of Adam and Leo. Chase snickered to himself. I'd love to see that fight- time to torment more students! Chase groaned inwardly. Principal Perry was nearby.

"Hello, shorty, backpack search, someone stole my calendar of pictures of me and my sweeties!" Perry lunged for the backpack, and Chase allowed it. Not like he had anything to hide. "So who are your sweeties? Obviously not a boyfriend." Chase knew she meant her cats, but it was hilarious to see her furious expression. He gave her his best 'I'm sorry' look. She threw his backpack across the room and stormed off. He picked it up, and heard the school bell toll. All that stood between him and the lab was study hall. Perfect.

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Chase was waiting for his siblings in the schools' atrium. He tapped his foot against the locker in boredom. He wanted to be out of here before that bell rang. He didn't go insane, but it wasn't pleasant, either. Just like Principal Perry. Chase finally caught sight of Adam, Bree, and Leo. His super hearing told him they were amicably talking of Jake's extortion. "If they don't bully me, no one finds out about Jake's crush on Lucy." Leo was wearing the biggest smile Chase had ever seen on him yet. Leo looked down at his watch. "A minute until school is out. I'm leaving early. Adam, you coming? Mom's making cookies today!" Adam, at the mention of food , dashed off, almost rivaling Bree, who stayed put.

"I have homework to get from my locker. Why don't you go after them?" Bree opened her locker and fished out her textbook and some paper, packed it in her bag, and zipped it shut. Chase heard the bell ring. All the students flooded the atrium, and he was assaulted by snippets of thought. Test Hard. Basketball. Trent sucks. Mom will kill me. Home! Chase put his hand to his forehead as if he had a headache. Stop it! He heard everyone freeze, before someone called out, "Hey! Did anybody hear that?" Quiet audible chatter sprang up in the form of suspicious whispers, and Chase turned his head to see a glare from Bree.

"Well, someone discovered a new ability. Are you taking bionic steroids? You have so many more than me and Adam!" She didn't sound jealous, though she had a right to be. "Maybe because I'm the youngest," He tried to shrug it off. He didn't want to tell her about how he had room for their bionics, as well as his own. They may have figured it out, but Douglas hadn't mentioned it specifically. Bree gave him a questioning stare, dropping the topic. "What is it, exactly?" She inquired. Chase rubbed his head nervously.

"Telepathy." She slugged him in the shoulder.

"So that's how you knew about..." Her cheeks flushed. "Ian." Her voice took on a dreamy tone. Chase was suddenly glad he wasn't a girl. His phone buzzed at the same time as Bree's. She sighed. It was Mr. Davenport with a mission.

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"What do we have?" Bree asked as they entered the lab. Davenport turned to face them. "A facility was testing out some nuclear power, and then some of the walls caved and the reactor is overheating. I need you to shut it down, eliminate the threat, or, absolute last resort, abort mission. The facility has been evacuated already. Any questions-no, Leo, you can't go on this mission." Leo's hand slowly fell. Chase, Bree, and Adam all swapped into their mission suits, and headed out.

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Chase and his siblings were investigating rooms down yet another long hallway. Bree let out a continuous groan. "There is nothing here. Why were we sent to a stupid empty facility with no stupid reactor." Chase heard the tiniest footstep, inaudible to everyone but him. He turned. A dozen guys had guns pointed at he and his siblings. Chase put his hands up, and a blue force field sprung up. The guns fired, darts bouncing off the blue wall. At least we're wanted alive. Chase called out to Adam and Bree, who had heard the gunfire and seen the men by now. "Find a secure room to lock us in while I figure out what to do." He ordered. Falling back to a single room was suicide, but it'd be easier to defend, and he didn't exactly remember the way out. Every hallway looked the same. Bree zipped in and out of rooms. Finally she found one, and they barricaded themselves in it. Chase began pacing, scanning the room and its surroundings. One of the walls was only 12 feet thick, and let out into the yard. Chase breathed a sigh of relief. They had an escape plan for a fake mission, because he had no radiation signals. Chase walked over to Adam. "If you can cut a tunnel about this wide" -he showed the length and width with his arms on the wall- "we can get out. "

Adam nodded, and his eyes flared red. Bree began pacing too. "At this rate, it'll take Adam thirty minutes to create the tunnel." Chase informed Bree, having done the calculations in his head. "I'm sure you'll be home in time for your date." Whatever she replied, he didn't receive, because a stray thought entered his mind. Davenport will pay me well for just one of those kids. Wonder why he wants 'em. Chase went over to Bree, since she actually knew about his telepathy.

"Bree...should I have told Mr. Davenport about my telepathy?" That was what was weighing on his conscience. And since the last time he'd failed to tell Mr. Davenport about a new ability had caused him to Leo things up, he needed reassurance that it wasn't a continual phenomenon. She shook her head. "I doubt it would've changed anything. We'd still be stuck in here, with guys with guns trying to bust in...why would Mr. Davenport send us on a fake mission? He wouldn't try to get us killed, would he? He's our dad." She sounded like she needed a hug, so Chase gave her one and pulled away.

"I'm sure it's a test to see how we respond to changes. The men have dart guns anyway. I'm sure there's no reason to freak out." He kept a calm face, but inwardly began to panic. Would Mr. Davenport betray us? Of course not! Chase mentally shook himself. He had to stay strong; he was their leader.

"Wait, Chase, just mind control them like you did those students!" Bree clapped her hands together. Chase relaxed. He could do this, he'd done it before. He imagined the men, banging and bashing on the door, and tried to see thoughts in their minds, and twisted them to say 'Stop, we should just go back to our lives.' It didn't work. No connection, he could sense that much. He punched the wall in frustration, leaving a small dent. He was stronger than the average human after all. Bree patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Adam'll tunnel us out, and you can train your ability." Chase nodded, not really agreeing. He felt useless, like Adam or Bree would always have to rescue him. Should I even be team leader, or is Davenport trying to make me seem useful other than brains? He was broken out of that thought by a loud crash. Chase looked at the door, stepping in front of Bree. It looked like one of the three metal hinges had been broken. He felt himself panic.

"Adam! Please try to hurry up!"

"Trying!" He received as a response. Chase took another calming breath. Bree voiced the problem they all knew, if not acknowledged. "Two more and we're finished. Adam, how far done are you?" Chase turned. His heart sank. Adam was halfway done, no way they could hold out that long. He realized he wasn't panicking. Because deep down, he knew what he had to do.

"Bree, I'm going to go out there and cause a distraction. Help Adam in any way you can. I'll be back soon, if I'm not, just go through the tunnel and hide for fifteen minutes. If I don't show up then...leave." Bree shook her head stubbornly. "No. I'm team leader, I wasn't prepared for this. I'm responsible for keeping you safe, so shut up and deal with it. And nothing is going to happen to me." He said that last part with as much confidence as he could fake. Which was a lot. Bree looked relieved. "And if you fail, which you probably will, someone's going to have to save you." Chase knew she was trying to joke, and appreciated her for her efforts, though they didn't help much. He approached the door, opened and closed it without hesitation, finding himself on the unsafe side of the door.

He sprinted to the left while the men were stunned, relieved to see ten chasing him. He slowed a little, just to make sure they could see him. He was faster than any fit human when he tried, and some of these men were not too fit. He heard and sensed darts whistling, dodging them with ease due to using his molecularkinesis as a sense of sorts, occasionally using it to throw the darts away or back at them. He took lefts and rights and straights and realized he was lost, and losing the guys. He rounded another corner just in time to have a dart slam into his chest.

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Bree was pacing a hole in the floor. It didn't show, but if Chase didn't appear soon, it would appear in his place. She cast a glance at Adam's tunnel. Nearly done, another inch to go. And the lackeys outside had stopped banging, he must've succeeded, so what was keeping him? Maybe he's lost? Bree giggled, the human GPS, lost. The brief laughter was consumed by Adam's exclamation of: "I'm done! Who's the man?" He held up both hands for a high five, receiving only a glare from his sister. "Sorry I'm excited about busting us out of here. Where's Chase, did we lose him again? He's so short it's easy." Bree wanted to punch him for making short jokes at a time like this, but instead crawled through the newly made tunnel, almost fainting with joy at the sight of grass.

Adam followed after, and rolled around in the grass like a dog. Bree gave an exasperated sigh and dragged him over to some cover. She radioed in their chopper, which would be there in 25 minutes. So they just had to wait for Chase. 5 minutes passed. She began to develop a tingling. 10 minutes passed. She felt every bad possibility run through her head. 15 minutes. She shook her head. She refused to accept the fact he was...gone. No. 20 minutes. She wiped away a tear. Chase was gone, and she could do nothing. Or wasn't willing to do anything. She grabbed Adam and bolted for the airfield. Was she running away from the men, or the fact she left Chase? She didn't know the answer.

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Donald Davenport was not particularly happy. Especially not when worried. From what he could make out from Bree's static-filled communication, something bad had happened, and they'd been set up. They were alive, ad unhurt, and that mattered most. Donald's thigh was bouncing up and down in his chair. He rushed toward them and hugged them the second they walked into the lab. Until he realized there were two, and Bree was crying. Donald took a step back. No, no no no no...

"I'm sorry. It's my fault! I left him and he didn't come out!" Bree was weeping at this point, and Donald drew her in tight. She never cried easily. Adam looked upset, but determined.

"We're going to search for him right? Send a team into the facility?" Adam 's tone was more order than question, and Donald nodded. "Of course. I'll get on it." He swiped up a tablet and began typing. Bree and Adam entered their capsules to change and sleep. The lab doors swished open, announcing Leo's arrival.

"Hey guys, how'd it go-wait, there's only two of them...where's Chase? Did he..." Leo looked down at the ground, sadness washing over him. He'd liked the genius, for all his faults, which were quite few. Donald patted Leo on the back. "He's alive. We'll find him." Then Donald realized he didn't really know. Bree had been traumatized, not giving details, and what she had said...Donald shook it off. His son was alive.

"Bree, sweetheart, can we talk?" He asked in a gentle tone. She stepped out of her capsule, brown eyes red. Leo hugged her. Leo was close to tears to. Actually, he was crying, tiny tears trekking down his face. Donald took Bree's other shoulder and sat her down. "Bree, honey, what happened?" Donald wasn't as good at this at Tasha. At least with girls. But he was trying. Bree wiped her eyes and sniffled, readying herself. "We...we were in a room, guys with dart guns outside, and Chase left to make a distraction so they wouldn't break down the door and Adam could make the tunnel!" Bree began sobbing again, and Donald rubbed her shoulders. It wasn't super descriptive, but better than nothing.

"We should all get some rest. Leo, that includes you. No one cry yourself to sleep- he's alive, we'll find him, don't worry." And yet he sobbed half the night away.

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"Subject C...operation beginning at approximately 4:50 a.m." The said as he made the incision in the boy's neck. In the viewing room, the boss smiled. He was going to enjoy this. After all, who wouldn't like absolute control of the world?