ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ✗ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴅᴀᴠᴇɴᴘᴏʀᴛ

Chapter 18

Bree's POV-

Honestly, I can't believe we're actually following our money making plan. Leo actually got off his ass and managed to get a job doing the paper run. Frankly, I'm surprised that he's not complaining! He has to get up at four am every morning and run (well, walk in his case) around the neighbourhood for two hours straight. Probably his only motivation is the fifteen bucks he makes from it... I don't know.

Now, it's my turn to contribute to our scheme. The bake sale. I still hate the idea of it, but Adam's putting up his fair stalls at the same time anyway, so it's better now than later. Instead of doing a whole theme park on his own, we decided to put our hands up to help with the annual one that happens at Mission Creek Park. It's one of the biggest events of the year, with heaps of little kids getting off school early to come to it. I'm a bit worried that I'll see someone from Mission Creek High, counting that we haven't been at school since... since the Chase 'incident'.

I set up my baking stall next to Adam's two gaming booths. He had several ideas to begin with, but most of them were either too dangerous for little kids to be playing around, or they were slightly illegal. So, we settled on a single mini-golf hole (which is actually pretty hard) and a dunking tank, which Leo is not willingly helping with (he's the one we're dunking). We surprisingly found the dunking tank in the lab, I have no idea why we have one, but thank you Mr Davenport for saving us from spending money on hiring one! As for the mini-golf idea, that came from looking at the paining that we had to play golf against Perry to get back. I admit, even Perry can be useful at times.

I started unpacking the multiple boxes that contained the numerous cakes and biscuits Tasha and I slaved away baking for most of yesterday. It was hard looking at some of them, especially the pretzels. Just remembering that Chase liked to make fun of people at the pretzel cart because of the sodium made me want to super speed slap the FBI. I quickly shook it off and continued unpacking.

I was done in a matter of seconds, using a bit of bionic speed here and there really helped, and decided to go check on how Adam was doing.

"How's it going?" I asked, looking around at his booth.

"Almost done" he replied, patting the side of the filled dunk tank.

I looked around at his golf course. Apparently, you have to get the ball to do a loop-de-loop in a cut up tire, then get through a series of obstacles and into a hole, which has been placed in a bit of an awkward position, so it's probably harder than it sounds. I smiled. This was an amazing effort.

"Where's Leo?" I asked, returning my attention to the dunk tank.

"Not coming out!" His voice called from the other side of the booth.

"C'mon, it's not that bad!" Adam told him.

"It's for a good cause" I prompted.

I heard him sigh, then saw him stand up from his crouched position from behind the table. I couldn't help laughing at the sight of him. Adam had made him wear a hilarious Dora The Explorer swimsuit, completed with wrist bands, a purple snorkel, and a flowery swimming cap that you usually see old ladies wear while doing water aerobics.

"Yeah" I agreed, still laughing. "It's pretty bad".

Leo gave me a mocking smile, and climbed into the tank, taking an awkward position on the seat of doom.

A sudden horn sounded, signalling everyone that the fair had begun.

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Two hours passed and I was growing tired of explaining how much everything cost, especially to the two old women who decided to keep coming back every ten minutes. I'll never be able to respect the elderly again, I'm sorry society. The only good part of it was, I'd managed to make a hundred and fifty dollars. The bad part, I have to pay fifty for the booth and also give a quarter of the profit to charity (custom, apparently), meaning I've only made seventy-five bucks... in two hours. OK, a bake sale is honestly a pretty crap money making scheme. At least Adam's made some profit. 

Coincidentally, I heard another girly scream come from the dunk tank. I smiled and watched Adam giving one of Mr Davenport's action figures to the seven year old boy who'd thrown the ball. 

"It's still freezing!" I heard Leo complain.

"Oh yeah, that's because I made it like the ice bucket challenge" Adam explained with a grin. "You're welcome". 

Leo glared at him, climbing back on to the seat. 

"I'm g-gonna get-t-t y-you" he cried, shivering. 

"What cause is this lot going towards?" A masculine voice grumbled from in front of my booth. 

I turned towards my next customer, my jaw dropping when I saw who he worked for. 

"Oh, um, just the ACS" I lied.

The FBI agent looked up at me, confused slightly. 

"The American Cancer Society?" I clarified quietly. 

The agent nodded slowly, turning towards Tasha. 

"Aren't you lot with that freak super human kid?" He asked icily. It was like having someone stab me in the heart, over and over again. 

"Um..." Tasha said, not quite sure what to say. 

The man leaned over the booth, inconspicuously drawing a gun and pressing it against Tasha. 

"Hey, what the hell are you doing!?" I spat, not wanting to attract attention. 

"Taking precaution" he replied. "For all we know, you could all be incognito. All of you bionic twits. And I'm gonna take you down, one by one". 

"You've got no evidence saying that we're bionic" I said, hoping he didn't know about me and Adam. I heard Tasha almost break under the threat. "We already told you idiots, none of us knew that Chase's bionic". I noticed my voiced cracked at the mention of Chase, but I tried to hold it together. 

"But there's no evidence suggesting you're not" the agent clarified. 

"Swanky!" Another man suddenly called out, thankfully interrupting the awkward situation .

I saw the agent flinch slightly, withdrawing the gun and placing it back in its holster, the turning to the man. 

"What is it Mike?" The agent asked the other man, presumably his colleague. 

"Leave this family alone, Mr Swank. The case has been resolved, proving that they had nothing to do with the boy. Besides, this is a fair ground. For gods sake, theres children here. Keep it G?"

Mr Swank glared at his colleague, maybe his supervisor, and retreated from the fair ground. Mike turned to us.

"Sorry about that folks" he said with a smile. "Now, how much is that chocolate slice?"

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Right, firstly, sorry for taking over a month to update... I actually feel really bad about it to be perfectly honest! I guess it's just because I've recently become obsessed with Teen Wolf (as you can tell if you understood the reference with the new character) and basically all I've been doing is watching it. LOVING SEASON 5 AT THE MOMENT!

Just a quick shoutout to those of you who helped with the idea of this chapter - this is why I love you guys so much!! :D

Please let me know what you want in the next chapter btw and who's POV you want it from so hopefully I can update more regularly from now on.

Adam's "mini-golf course" at the top :)