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Capítulo X- El Comienzo De Una Revolución
Patience pushed herself on the swivel chair around the lab. Adam, Bree, and Chase had returned from their mission, their legs barely carried them into the lab. Patience stopped in front of the cyber desk with a smile stretched across her lips, "I've got snacks to boost up your energy," Patience tossed a packet of chocolate chip cookies at Adam, Bree, and Chase. "And don't worry, Chase, yours are sugar-free," Patience smiled. A grin plastered across Chase's face, catching the packet in his hands.
Patience knew they were thankful for the small treat seeing the smiles across their faces, they were simply too tired to say more before they shoved the bite-size cookies in their mouths. Adam laid on the cyber desk in front of Patience, Bree Leaned against it by Adam's feet, and Chase plopped on a swivel next to Patience.
Mr. Davenport clapped, "Another successful mission! Sure you guys blew a lot of stuff up, but hey, that's the city's problem now."
"Ugh, I am so exhausted," Bree complained, "I can't wait to just stand up, and go to sleep."
"Well, you guys get your rest. My big NASA presentation is this week, and we still have to complete training on my gravity propulsion belt," Mr. Davenport informed.
Leo rose from his chair and smugly smiled at Mr. Davenport, "I don't know what that is, but it sounds like it does a lot more than hold up my pants."
"This is a huge contract. If NASA buys this, astronauts will be able to spacewalk anywhere in the galaxy. They'll probably name a moon after me, or a planet! Things are gonna land on me! I'll see you guys bright and early in the morning. Come on, Patience. I'll give you a ride home."
Patience rolled her chair back to her desk, picking up her purse. "Wait, tomorrow? No, no. That's not gonna work. I planned an awesome cyber pong tournament. I made nicknames and everything. I'm 'Kingpong'," Leo softly flexed his biceps.
Bree piped up, "And tomorrow's the 'Teen Fiancée'marathon on TV." Bree chuckled, "I didn't think it was possible, but I actually found a group of people who's lives are more pathetic than mine."
"Yeah, and I was gonna have a spa day with Patience," Adam pointed at her. "According to one of Bree's girly magazine's, I have cankles," he rubbed his 'cankles'.
"And I was gonna get a headstart on my homework." The group sent him questioning looks and Chase fixed his sentence, "I mean, play sports and talk to girls."
"All right. Look, none of that is happening. This stuff is important."
Bree challenged Mr. Davenport, "What makes your stuff more important than ours?"
"Uh, 'cause my stuff can make a billion dollars. Yeah, so, when you're the boss, you can make the rules. But until then," Mr. Davenport deepened his voice, "I am the king of Davenportia, and you will all do my bidding. Ha, ha, ha, ha-" exiting the lab, the doors closed on him, "Oh! Ow! Patience, I'll wait for you in the car."
