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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I was sitting on the lab console, waiting for Davenport to arrive so he could explain the new emergency that had arose.
Speaking of the devil, Davenport walked in, seemingly muttering to himself. "Okay, your mission supplies are packed, the schematics have been uploaded into Chase's chip, and your transport is on the way. Did I forget anything?" Donald asked, snapping his fingers.
"No, we'll just guess what the mission is and see how it all plays out." Bree said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, one eyebrow raised in amused defiance. "All right. A particle collider is a three-mile-long underground facility where scientists—"
"—Race subatomic particles at each other at light speed for energy experiments." Chase finished for him with a grin that barely contained his excitement. "So cool!" he squealed, bouncing slightly on his heels. "I know." my dad laughed, and they intertwined their fingers, wiggling them together like two conspirators sharing a secret thrill. "There is a particle collider in Berkeley that is accelerating out of control, and your mission is to shut it down." Donald said, his tone grim, eyes scanning each of them. "Oh ho! Awesome! I hope one of us knows how to do that." Adam muttered, a nervous grin tugging at his lips.
"Okay." Donald continued, his voice sharp now, commanding attention. "We have to act quickly. The scientists that operate the facility—" He gently nudged Leo aside, hands flying over the computer keyboard. "—'Scuuuuse me—have already evacuated the control center. And if we don't shut it down in time..." His eyes darkened. "It will create a massive black hole that will implode the entire planet."
"Today?! No, that's not gonna work." Leo protested. "Today is Shelly Evans' birthday, and her mom makes the best cupcakes!" "And the best chocolate cookies." I added, grinning as the others gave us those amused, slightly confused looks. "I'm just sayin'. That woman doesn't skimp on the sprinkles." Leo added, I, having no choice, but to nod in agreement. "Don't worry, Leo, Dawn, you will get your cupcakes and cookies." He reassured us, waving us off. "Adam, Bree and Chase have all the training they need to shut the collider down."
"I don't know, Big D. I think these guys are gonna need some... back-up!" Leo said, striking a dramatic pose. I groaned and face-palmed, imagining him trying to sneak into a high-tech, world-saving mission. Yeah, like that's happening. "Yeah, and that's why you're gonna be back-up—" Donald said, mimicking Leo's exaggerated stance. "—Right here in the lab with me." Leo deflated slightly as I patted his shoulder while Adam spoke up.
"Oh, he said 'backup' and you said 'backup.'" We looked at him weird before he continued and noticed what he said going for saying the same thing. "Saying things twice makes it funny! Oh! Saying things twice makes it fun—" Adam erupted into laughter, doubling over, just as Donald snapped at him. "Stop it!" Before anyone could recover, a swirl of colour and light streaked across the lab—a glowing, spinning ball with tiny flashing lights. It slammed into the floor with a soft thunk, and suddenly a man popped out of it, shrieking. "Ahh!" He wore black sunglasses and sat atop what looked suspiciously like one of PewDiePie's streaming chairs. We all screamed. Bree and I dove under the counter, our knees knocking together, Leo behind my dad and Adam, shrieked even louder, leaping straight into Chase's arms.
