Lab Rats- Dawn

Sink or Swim Pt 2

"So...this is where we'll be hiding out from the FBI. What do you think?" We followed Mr. Davenport into, what I think is a safehouse.

"I think we should update our tetanus shots." Bree stated, sarcastically whilst looking around. "Hey, where's Leo? I thought you said he'd be here." I gave him a confused look. "Yeah, I kind of lied about that." He pressed a button on the back of his neck, making his face change to...Douglas? He chuckled at our expressions. "Guess who?" "Whoa! Awesome mask, Mr. Davenport! He looks just like his evil brother who captured us." Adam said oblivious as Douglas wore an annoyed look. "Adam, maybe Mr. Davenport really is a witch!" I gasped, making him gasp too, and looked at him. "That is his evil brother." Bree deadpanned. "And he did just capture us." Chase added. "Oh!" we nodded in understanding. "Good one." "I did not see that coming." I muttered and he shrugged like saying 'I'm awesome'. "I don't get it. I thought you were an ice cube in Mr. Davenport's warehouse. How did you get out?" Chase asked the million-dollar question. "I had a little help." The trio turned to look at me and I did a double take, offended they would think I'd help him. "Wha- guys, it wasn't me!" Douglas chuckled and I glared at him, putting the attention back on him. "It doesn't matter. We'll destroy this rat trap just like your last one."

"Yeah, thanks for that." He took a few steps forward. " I didn't even have time to back up my music. Twenty years of up-tempo jazz, gone!" He waved his hands and went back to leaning on some crates. "Oh, because you have suuchh good music taste." I mocked him, remembering back to when I was captured and he played us music. The trio ignored me as we and scowled at him. "Yeah? Well, I know something else that's about to be gone."

"Yeah. Let's get his reggae too." Adam nodded. "Get him!"

A figure emerged with a white mask on his face and we grew even more confused. "Now!" That was the last thing I heard as I felt pain all over my body and fell unconscious.

...

"Wakey-wakey. Eggs and bac-y." I heard him say as we regained consciousness again. I glanced at him and smirked but once he saw my expression he made himself clear. "Actually it's just an expression." My smile faded and went to glare at him as I stood up. "All we have to eat around here are nuts, berries and... the occasional barbequed iguana."

"Taunting us with non-existent breakfast foods? You really are evil!" Adam stood up and glared. "But I will take that barbecued iguana." "Yeah, I'll take some berries." I raised my hand, hoping that he'll actually give me some. This is the longest I've been without my snack.

"Wait!" Chase stood up, swiftly. "Who was that guy?"

"Oh, that's right. You haven't been formally introduced to my partner. Krane, come say hi to the kids." "Wait, now we have three dads?" Adam asked, making Douglas roll his head in annoyance as the figure emerged from the dark. "After I was booted from Davenport Industries, I needed cash to continue my research. Luckily, I found a billionaire who believed in me. Say hello to my colleague, benefactor, and all-around bad guy, Victor Krane." He introduced him as he walked in circles around him.

"Why's he wearing a mask? He doesn't even look that intimidating." I laughed. He took off his mask and a face of a man with scars on the side of his face was revealed. "Ugh." I cringed taking a few steps back. "Dude, I have got to get you into a dermatologist." Douglas muttered as he went to touch it but backed away once he glared at him. "What is that stuff all over his face?"

"You are no longer the only humans with bionics." His gruff, deep voice sounded. He circled us which made my anxiety skyrocket but I didn't let it show. Douglas, on the other hand, was back to leaning on stuff. "Krane agreed to fund my work so long as I shared my research with him. He implants every piece of bionic technology I design to make himself more powerful." "Well, I hope he got a good personality, 'cause what's on the outside—Yikes." Chase chuckled, making me hold in my laughter. "Enough!" He snapped and flinched and turned his neck. "Let's go. You have work to do." He left with a grave look. Douglas watched him leave and turned to us, excited. "Isn't he cool?"