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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"Adam."Davenport started, his voice tight with frustration as ended their stimulation. "That was the Rebel Leader. The whole purpose of today's mission simulation was to interrogate him." "I did." Adam shot back, throwing his arms into the air like he was reenacting the moment. "And his answer was, 'Aaaaah!'"
The simulation powered down with a low hum. One by one, the siblings pulled off their goggles, blinking as the virtual battlefield dissolved, and drifted over to where we were standing, getting their towels to wipe their face.
"Hey." Bree said, tilting her head thoughtfully. "Next time could you maybe throw in a cute, blue-eyed rebel?" Donald looked up from what he was doing and gave her a long, puzzled look, clearly unsure how to respond. "What?" Bree shrugged, unapologetic. "I'm just sayin'. It's not gonna kill you to add a little somethin'-somethin' for the ladies." Before Donald could answer, Leo barreled forward. "Step aside, amateurs." He shoved past Adam, Chase, and I, snagged the goggles, and slid them on with dramatic flair, stepping up on the stimulation, hands on his hips. "Go ahead, Big D. Set it to awesome." Yeah—like Donald was actually going to listen to him.
The siblings and I retreated to the chairs lining the opposite side of the lab, settling in. "Leo." Donald said sharply, removing his own goggles and fixing him with a warning stare. "Those goggles are not a toy."
"Come on!" Leo protested."My birthday's coming up—globally known as Dia De Leo." "No. I designed the mission simulator to fine-tune their bionics, not to go on 3-D joyrides. Besides, you're not trained for it." Donald replied, patting his shoulder before moving to the computer fixing the glasses."Well, how about as a birthday gift you give me a bionic ability?" Leo's persistence never faltered, crossing his arms. "Or..." Donald shot back without hesitation. "...I could gift-wrap reality and you could play with that for a while." My dad gave him a sarcastic smile, walking way before we all stood up.
Chase turned slowly toward Leo, arms crossed and brow raised. "So... Leo's having a birthday. What are you, like, nine?" "Fourteen." Leo replied, deadpan, his tone flat as if stating the obvious. Chase burst out laughing, clearly struggling to believe him.
"No, seriously." Chase said, narrowing his eyes at Leo, who met his gaze evenly, unflinching. Bree leaned forward, curiosity bright in her eyes, resting a hand lightly on my shoulder. "So... how are you gonna celebrate?" Leo's grin widened, full of pride and confidence. "We're all going to celebrate. Every year, my mom throws me a huge surprise party."
He shook his head, a mix of amusement and exasperation crossing his face. "And every year, she comes up with the lamest excuses imaginable to hide the surprises." "Really?" Adam asked, leaning forward, clearly intrigued.
"Last year she baked a cake the size of me." Leo bragged, making my eyes widen. "I'm not gonna brag—but I was delicious."
