Bree sat in the lab with her brothers, Chase and Adam. Mr. Davenport had told them to wait in the Lab, for had something to tell them. Just then, Davenport walked out of the elevator. "Ok kids, listen up." he told them. "I have a mission for you." Bree swallowed, a mission? She couldn't go on a mission, not when she was a weak as she was.

"Anyways, Mr. Davenport continued. "You have to stop a plane from crashing. That's the easy part. The hard part is, you all have to stop another particle collider. Those idiot scientists keep building them. I don't want to lose any of you. I would rather have the mission failed then any of you dying."

"But Mr. Davenport, if we failed the mission, the earth would go into an apocalypse." Chase spoke up. "I don't care. Anyways, we would survive, because I have a secret emergency cellar under the lab. I'll show you that when we need it." Mr. Davenport contradicted him.

Adam looked confused. "What's an apocalypse?" Chase shook his head. He wasn't going to be the one to explain what an apocalypse is to his less smarter brother. "An apocalypse is a doomsday for the world." Bree answered. "Oh." Adam said, only understanding the word doomsday.