Dawn Davenport: funny, sarcastic and a lovable person. Her world is crazy, involved with a trio and her best friend, Leo who they share many dangerous and fun experiences. Will she fall in love along the way? Or heartbroken by her own family's secr...
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"Okay, guys. The next phase of your training is handling extreme climates. So we'll frost Chase, bake Bree, and submerge Adam." Donald stood in front of the control panel, gesturing to each of the three bionic teens as he spoke. He paused, chuckling. "That's not part of the training, I just got one of those carnival dunk tanks and I can't wait to try it out." He chuckled, clearly proud of himself, while Chase stepped into the center chamber, trying to look brave. "Okay, Chase, I'm setting your tube to 'Antarctic.' If it gets too much, just give me a sign." Donald explained to Chase waving around his hands. "Bring it!" Chase said confidently, puffing out his chest. Leo groaned dramatically from the sidelines. "Hey, that's not fair. I want to be abused by weather."
"Leo, if you really want to be abused, try standing over here next to Adam's morning breath." Bree quipped, wrinkling her nose.
"I don't have morning breath. It smells like that all day." Adam said proudly.
"Gross." I muttered, instinctively stepping back. Davenport glanced at his son. "Leo, these guys are genetically engineered to handle these kinds of climates. You're not."
"I can handle extreme cold." Leo bragged, puffing up his chest, causing me to raise an eyebrow. "Leo, you get brain freeze from chewing mint gum." He shot me a glare just as Donald's phone rang.
"Davenport." he answered before frowning. "What?! Well, that's terrible! I mean, that's awesome." he paced up and down the lab, with us following from behind. "But that's terrible! I—I gotta do something."
"What's going on? What's so terrible?" Adam asked, brows knit with concern, as Davenport ended his call, his face a tense mixture of panic and awe. Donald took a sharp breath and turned toward us. "I created the world's fastest train, but now it's speeding out of control full of highly explosive nuclonium towards downtown Welkerville!"
"So what was the awesome part?" I crossed my arms, deadpan. Donald's eyes lit up with a weird sort of pride. "It's going like 400 miles an hour." Impressive. "Ho ho ho ho!" Leo threw his hands in the air and laughed. Donald's moment of pride evaporated into dread as he spun toward his computer. "My entire career is riding or perhaps crashing on this train! I don't understand it! My design was flawless!"
"So flawless you forgot to include an emergency brake?" Leo asked him as I nodded in agreement. Donald waved his hand, frustrated. "No. I never counted on the conductor dropping his papaya smoothie all over the controls and then jumping off the train."
I stepped closer and rested a hand on his shoulder, trying to ground him. "Big D, if you're going to play mad scientist, you've gotta be ready for anything." Adam chimed in with a confident grin. "Well, if I were to build a high-speed train, the first thing I would have put in was a cup holder. Oh! And one of those bumper stickers on the back that says, 'I brake for cows.'"
Donald ignored him, his tone turning bitter. "When stuff like this happens, they always blame the scientist. This is human error. Scientists don't make mistakes." Donald huffed.
