Chase

I swallowed hard. "What?"

"Since Adam obviously isn't coming with you guys, I'm coming with you two to rescue them."

"No! It's too dangerous," Bree told Mr. Davenport. She was panicking. She isn't that good at keeping self-control like me. Bree needed comfort in times like these.

"Bree, it's fine," I reassured her, lightly touching her forearm.

"No, it's not!" She snapped, pulling away from my touch, which kind of stung.

"Last time, Mr. Davenport's plan failed! And even we, three bionic humans, couldn't stand a chance against Crane! And now it's down to two bionic humans. It was luck that saved us. Douglas saved us."

"He did?" Leo asked.

"Is that true? Douglas saved you three?" Davenport asked, surprised.

I sighed, and softly nodded. "Before you came, Douglas was about to finish Crane…for good."

"It wasn't until you ran in that it distracted Douglas, and then Crane got away," Bree finished for me.

Davenport looked away, processing the information.

"It's my fault we're in this mess. I can't believe I'm actually saying this but, perhaps I might give Douglas one more chance at renewing our trust for him."

"What're you saying?" Bree asked. He gestured us to get into our capsules.

"I'm saying, that we are going to ask for Douglas' help."

Bree

"How're we going to convince him to help us? I mean, now he obviously doesn't want to help us anymore, even after many times he'd tried to prove to us that he wanted to help. Like the time when he saved me, Adam, and Bree's lives. Then, well, after you threatened him into leaving with that.. toy of yours."

Davenport glowered and Chase quickly mumbled an apology.

"It's called a thermo blaster," Davenport informed.

The important questions that needed to be asked were: where was he hiding? And how can we contact him?

He wouldn't be in that little hideout of his. We caused that little lab of his to crumble to the ground. Well, actually that was Adam. His blast wave destroyed the place, and killed Marcus. That's when Douglas was the real enemy, and Marcus was also.

Presently, Crane was the enemy, Marcus was long gone, and Douglas was sort of an ally. And if Douglas is still an ally, he could help us defeat Crane, as long as me and Chase's persuasion skills are good enough to convince Douglas. Maybe even his brother, Davenport can help with persuasion. Don't know, maybe Douglas would cherish the moments of his enemy, his brother, begging on his knees for help.

"The real issue is how to find him," Davenport said, and wandered off, mumbling to himself.

He's talking to himself. Not only are we on the verge of losing Adam and Tasha, I'm starting to think we are also losing our father in this mess as well.

Chase finally spoke up, "Don't worry, I bet he's just talking it through. He's not going crazy or something…" His words trailed off. Worry and concern etched onto his face. In situations like these, Chase is able to contain himself. But sometimes he can't. And thats when worry is eating him on the inside. Badly. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Now he needed comfort.

How can I comfort him without making it awkward? Well, awkward for me?

You couldn't.

Chase spoke up again, "W-Well not exactly crazy. I meant…" He struggled searching for the right word.

"Not himself?"

He hesitated. "Yeah, that's what I meant. He isn't himself lately."

I lifted my gaze to his and forced a faint smile. "He'll be okay."

I stared into those soft hazel eyes. For a moment I thought I saw something there. Something that differed from all the exchanged looks and glances we had when we still believed that we were related.

You're imagining things. There isn't anything there. In his eyes, you're still his sister.

I tore my gaze away from his. You're such an idiot. Why did I even attempt to comfort him? Why do I—?

"Are you okay?" Chase asked, his face dark with worry.

"Yeah why?" I said, and grimaced at how fast I responded. Yep, he sure is going to buy that.

He gave me this look. It wasn't a sarcastic look. It was a look of worry and concern.

Chase knows me too well. He's too smart to let anything slip away unnoticed.

He wiped the expression off his face. "Don't worry, Tasha and Adam will return home safely. We'll make sure of it."

He reached for my shoulder, and gave me a reassuring squeeze with a warm smile before he walked over to sort things out with Mr. Davenport.

Not exactly what I was worrying about. Partially. I was worried about Adam and Tasha, but Chase and my new feelings for him also occupied my mind. Right now, I need to push those thoughts to the side. Right now, I need to focus on rescuing Adam and Tasha from Crane. Easier said than done, but I'll manage it. I needed a distraction. I will fully concentrate on this mission, because the lives of my family members depend on it.

I tuned in on Davenport and Chase's conversation.

"…If only we had a tracker on him, finding him would be a lot easier." Davenport said with frustration. Chase's frozen state caught my eye. "He does," Chase slowly stated.

Leo looked over sharply. "You're saying that he does have a tracker on him? How do you know?"

"I remember I snuck a tracker into one of his pockets on his jeans when he saved me from the severe avalanche. I thought, when a time came like this, it would be useful."

Davenport patted Chase's upper back. "You thought right."

Chase snatched an iPad sitting on one of the counters in the lab. He frowned, and mumbled, "Did I?" He said it under his breath, second guessing himself. After Chase tapped a few times on the screen, a faint smile appeared. "I did."

Chase handed the device over to Mr. Davenport. I looked over his shoulder to see the screen. All I saw were a bunch of diagrams, percentages, and coordinates to a location. I couldn't interpret anything. It made sense to Chase and Mr. Davenport. Leo understood some of it. Me? All of this tech-stuff was foreign to me. Well, I wasn't engineered to understand this type of stuff like Chase. But a part of me wanted to. I knew Adam could care less, and it gave him a reason to pick on Chase, other than his height and his geeky side.

To be honest, Chase didn't have a geeky side. Geeky is Chase. I know our family and people at school think it's very lame, but I think its adorable. I've always admired intelligence. I've always admired Chase. And no one can make me think otherwise.

"Where do we need to go?" I asked, trying to force confidence in my voice. It worked, a little.

Davenport must've been so focused that it seemed my voice broke his concentration. He glanced over his shoulder. "He's in some other warehouse downtown." His brows furrowed. "That's strange."

"What's strange?" Leo asked, taking grip on the screen and tilting it towards him.

"It's just that… don't you think thats its odd his hideout is in public?"

"Uh," Chase started. "It's appearance doesn't look that welcoming, though. Maybe he chose that warehouse because he assumed no one would walk in unknowingly."

Davenport shrugged. "Guess your right."

There was a quick moment of silence. I grew impatient. "So, are we going or not?"

"Yes. Bree, use your super speed to get us there quickly. I'll send you the coordinates." Chase ordered. Chase and I grabbed our bags, packed with lethal weapons, and then we were out of there in a blur.