Author's Note: Okay, this is like uber-sparse for me, but I swear it all makes since like, two chapters from now. And thanks so much for everyone who's trucked through this, and now for some seriously-suggested shoutouts. The past two stories made 40-something and 71 reviews currently, so let's top that in this! And, by the way, these first two chapters are lame and kinda short, but past these two...oh so good. And don't think this chapter is useless to the plot, either. It is actually semi-important.

dreamer4evera, she is just wonderful, and her On The Run is far better than this, if that says anything.

AllAmericanSlurp's Thoughts of Truth. This gives a depth and accurate glimpse into our characters.

Kihonne's The Facility. A little OC-heavy, but she makes it work in a wonderful plotline.

crystaltears24's Fight Forever, just awesome story by awesome author!

88Key's Traitor, spectacular author who has yet to show up here, but I don't want her to if it distracts her from her majestic writings.

KrisKat, wonderful author and reviewer, go love her stories as much as I have!

AnnabethChase23, great person and author overall, she has been stressed lately, so I would love love love (enough to post a second chapter today) if you could go zip over to her and give her bunches of good reviews.

Other honorable mentions are: RazaraTheFirst, shinxxshinx1595, theBritishWannaBe, Baby Porcupine- Cute but DEADLY!, and pequiot899!

It was in these moments Bree imagined her brother beside her. Not that it could ever happen again, as he had died six months ago defending the city from their father. But he should be here, helping her and her remaining brother, Adam, break into this stupid facility. Fate had given him another path, and Bree was still reeling from the cruel blow that was his death. Internally, of course, externally, her façade was broken once in a blue moon. She looked down at her DavenPad, which held all their mission data. So, our room is 300 feet forward, then twenty feet to the left. Now, how to get past guard towers, electric-barbed-wire-topped fences, and cameras?She longed for Chase, their strategist and brains, to come up with a plan. But he does not, as he is dead, and the task fell to her. Bree developed an idea.

She took her brother's hand, comforted by the heat that transferred to hers, and leaped over the fence, transporting him along with her. They landed on the other side, and dove for cover swiftly. They managed to avoid detection. Bree zipped over to her brother, grabbed him again, and zipped them to their target room. Fortunately, they knew this room and its surrounding hallways had no cameras. Unfortunately, it had at least 12 guards.

Bree took some rope, and tied up six of the men, and had Adam fight the other six. Once all were down, she hid them in a closet. Crouched low, ready for attack or defense, they entered the room. A computer sat atop a pine desk. Solitary amidst the beige walls and carpet. It seemed the very image of a trap. Nevertheless, Bree sent herself first. For this information, according to Mr. Davenport, was too valuable to lose. She also had the best chance of evading traps. And, if by some twist of fate she was caught, at least Adam could escape. Leaving him with presumably more grief, but a chance at a happy life. A win/lose situation for both.

Bree clicked the ON button. It showed a password. No option for hints. Okay, if only Chase were here to hack it...except he isn't, and never will be. Call yourself a substitute for him? Arrogance, Bree, he can't be replaced, he's too good and you are just simply not enough.It stung, and was true. She wasn't enough. Six months, and she was still grieving. She didn't have the fortitude Chase had, nor his smarts. Bree felt tears well up around her heart, not her eyes. She took random guesses 'mother' and 'father' and 'Adam' and 'Bree'. The name that should've come after hers was too painful to think about then.

She typed in 'bionic'. And immediately the screen went dark before reverting to its screensaver. What are the odds? But, now I know what I need to improve: hacking, alongside IQ. Bree began downloading the information onto a hard drive. No files labeled 'Evil Plans' or 'Illegal Things', but a bunch of fancy words Cha- no, do not think of him, too painful, you're torturing yourself, stop. But if I stop, I dishonor his sacrifice by forgetting him. I must find a balance, later. The computer beeped, signifying it was done making perfect copies of everything, as well as uploading a Trojan horse virus so they could access the computer from the comforts of home. Bree swiped the cable and approached Adam.

"Time to go, Adam. Take my hand." Bree zipped them out of the building. And right into four guards. Bree sent an uppercut to one's face, spun and sent her right leg slamming into the others' head, then drew both legs in the air for a kick to the chest. One down, one to go. Bree rammed her elbow into the side of the man's head again, going for a K.O. She was rewarded with one. Bree leaped over the fence, with her heavy brother in tow.

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"This is wonderful! I can access any database for the company! Thanks, this'll help me so much!" Donald's gushes of thanks couldn't get old to Bree's praise-hungry ears. At least I've done one thing right. Bree opened up the refrigerator door, scrounging for something to quell her hunger. Adam reached his arms over her shoulder and grabbed at least five things and began mixing them in a Toxic Concoction of Disgusting. Bree shivered, going for a slice of last night's pizza. She didn't bother to heat it up, just ate it cold. Leo slid down the banisters in a failed attempt at cool.

"How was the mission? I bet you could really use a smart and brave and incredibly handsome man on your team to help in difficult situations." Leo coughed. "Leo Dooley," He coughed again. Bree took the opportunity.

"Well, after you take some cough medicine, see if you can find someone like that out there. Thanks!" Bree waved him off, and pivoted to face her mother, Tasha. Tasha embraced her daughter, almost crushing Bree's lungs.

"I worry about you. Bree, sweetie, I know Jacob dumping you was hard, and with everything that's happened, sweetie, if you need to talk to me, let me know. And, if you want to get back at that loser, let me know too." Bree had never realized how wonderful having a mother was until she had one. It wasn't fantasy-perfect, but that made it real. Bree nodded, and embraced Tasha. Jacob's dump of her had been hard, since he claimed he didn't want 'a weepy girlfriend'. Her brother had just died, was she supposed to be partying?

Bree went over to Adam, steering clear of his toxic concoction. "Adam, did you study for the test tomorrow?" Adam shook his head.

"Nope, never have, never will." Adam continued spooning his concoction into his mouth. Bree shuddered.

"How'd you pass tests then?" Bree was honestly curious. Adam could ace tests with no help or cheating that she could discern.

"Chase used to send answers to me, now Mr. Davenport does. I must say, cheating is really easy and takes no effort." Adam belched, and Bree took a few steps back.

"Oh, so you'll help Adam with tests, but not me? Really! You grounded me last week for flunking!" Mr. Davenport gave her a terrified smile.

"When you learn to drive, I'll buy whatever car you want for you."

"I guess I can forgive you. So, what's on the guy's computer?" Mr. Davenport ducked away.

"Well...I think this man has been doing some illegal activity, and I want to confirm it before I take action." Donald scrolled through its contents. "This is peculiar. It lists a facility that isn't in any public records."

"So, you have tons of those!" Bree declared hotly. She was tired of these missions taking everything in her life: time, relationships, grades, friends...but if you do them, you can spare people losses. That was the one thing that kept her on missions.

"Bree, I do it to test things for the betterment of humanity and places to house you should this house be unsafe! One facility, in the middle of a forest, surrounded by mountains on three sides...seems quite chilling."

"Yeah, well your Arctic facility is so inviting!" Bree retorted, but Davenport didn't react angrily. Calmly, he stated:

"I know where your next mission'll be."