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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We found ourselves on a cargo ship and we were hiding behind a stack of crates. We've been here for a while and my butt is so sore. We were waiting for some guys to leave the area and when they did, we got out from our hiding positions. "Well, after the last six hours, I can confidently say that there is no ladylike way to sit on an anchor." Bree groaned as she stretched her legs and Chase stretched his back. I stretched my whole body as I groaned in pain. "Worse six hours of my life." "What are you complaining about out?" Chase whined as he took off a feather from his hair. "I had a seagull using my head as a nest." "Where are we headed anyway?" I asked them, worried for our well-being.
"No idea. I can't pinpoint our coordinates without our GPS locators." "I bet we're going to Acapulco. It's where all the cruise ships go." Adam commented as we gave him weird expressions. "Adam, we're not on a cruise ship. It's a cargo freighter."
"Whatever it is, we're on vacation. Okay? I'm making the most out of it." He shrugged, making me do a double take. He thinks this is a vacation?! "This is not a vacation. We're hiding from the FBI." I stated the obvious to him. "And if they find out about us-" Chase continued on as Adam sat in a pile of giant ropes. "-we'll become government guinea pigs and Mr. Davenport will go to jail." "Yeah, for once in your life think, Adam, think!" I yelled on edge, forgetting about the other people on board for a second but soon got reminded by Bree, punching my arm. "Oh, will you relax?" He said, unconcerned as he put on his sunglasses and made himself comfortable. "Ah, it's nice to get away every once in a while, isn't it?" He lifted his sunglasses for a second to squint at us. "And where is that waiter?" He said, making me lunge for him as Chase and Bree pulled me back.
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We sat on the crates out back so Adam, Bree and I sat down as we waited on Chase to come back. He went to check if more people would be coming to our area and so far so good. "Okay, we're all clear. The crew just went to eat." He informed and sat down as Adam took off his glasses and glared at Chase. "If it's veal shank, I'm giving us up." He stood up from his sitting position but got stopped by Bree. "Adam!" He sat down again as I groaned, holding my stomach. "Man, I would kill for some food right now."
"So, what's our plan?" Bree asked, looking over at Chase. "Well, as soon as we get wherever we're going, I guess we just blend in and live normal lives." he sighed. "So does this mean we're done with missions forever?" "We have to be. Using bionics will only get us caught." Chase reasoned as I sighed, sadly. "But I didn't go on a lot of missions as you guys and I didn't get to save that much people and-"
"-Hey, Dawn, it's going to be ok. We just have to figure things out as we go along." Bree consoled me and I nodded, hesitating a little. "Man, if I'm not mission leader anymore... I don't know who I am." Chase sighed, troubled.
"Hey, don't worry, Chase." Adam stood up and for a moment I thought he was actually gonna console him but I thought wrong. "You'll have plenty of girlfriendless years ahead of you to figure it out." he chuckled. "Yeah, and what are you gonna do besides move pianos and mouth kiss every dog you see?" Chase retaliated back as Bree and I cringed in disgust. "You can't shake their paws! Those things are filthy." he defended himself as I stood up. "Guys, can you stop it already?" They stopped fighting and I sighed again, standing next to Chase. "We're just gonna have to learn to live like regular people. Kind of sad, isn't it?"
