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Capítulo XXVII- Citanio
As usual, Mr. Davenport gathered everyone in the lab. Of course, to nobody's surprise, he was showing them a brand new device he had been working on. Every time anybody asked what he was working on either a.) he'd shrug it off or b.) he give some excuse.
"Okay, guys. Say hello to my latest invention, the cryo-blaster. This thing can freeze anything in a nanosecond," Mr. Davenport enthusiastically said.
Leo sarcastically clapped, "Bravo, big d. You invented ice."
Mr. Davenport's grin collapsed as he defended himself, "No, invented a way for astronauts to travel to distant galaxies while froze in suspended animation."
"Which is a fancy way of saying 'ice.'"
"All right, here, let me demonstrate." Mr. Davenport took the cup from Adam's hands. "You guys might wanna step back because the ray from the cryo-blaster freezes everything it touches." The group of five hopped off the table. Mr. Davenport fired the blaster five times and the cup froze to an ice cube.
Leo shuffled towards it. "Can someone please tell this dude he's making ice?"
Patience clasped her hands together and stepped forward, "Mr. Davenport, I'm afraid you're making ice."
Mr. Davenport rolled his eyes at the duo. "Look, every space program is gonna want one of these. I just need the element to fuel them, cytanium," he motioned his hand above the cyber desk to show the location of the rare element, "and it's only found here. I'm sending you on a mission to the most remort part of Antarctica."
"As opposed to bustling downtown Antarctica?" Bree tilted her head.
"No worries, Mr. Davenport," Chase assured. "We've been to way worse places than Antarctica."
Adam chuckled, "Oh, yeah. Remember Bakersfield?" The group groaned at the memory of the most atrocious place Adam, Bree, and Chase stepped foot on. The air quality in Bakersfield required them to wear safety masks in order to breathe properly because of the pollution.
"Look, with your bionics, you should be able to swoop in and-" a beeping cut Mr. Davenport off. A Red cloud headed towards the snow-white mountains. "Oh, no. There's a massive storm headed there."
"So, who cares?" Chase shrugged. "We just dealt with a storm."
"No, this is a category five. It's much more dangerous. I can't believe this. I'm gonna have to call off the mission."
"What- no. There's plenty of time before the center of the storm hits."
