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The team have just got back from a mission when Emilia and Leo walked into the lab, with the latter stepping over the man who layed on the floor, so very kindly, Emilia held out a hand for Donald to take who smiled in return.
"How'd the mission go?" Leo questioned with a bright smile. Bree stepped towards him as she answered. "Great. We fixed the Pentagon's communication satellite and returned it to orbit."
"I even rigged it so we get every TV channel in the world! Who wants to watch Guatemalan drag Racing?!" Chase chimed in. Leo glanced between the three before wondering. "Did my suggestions come in handy on the mission?"
"What suggestions?" Chase asked with furrowed brows. Leo stepped away while explaining. "I did a ton of strategic research and gave it to Big D."
Donald pursed his lips. "Oh, right. I'm sorry, Leo. I didn't have time to use it." He told his step-son which earned a laugh from Adam. "Yes, you did. You spilled your coffee and used Leo's research to mop it up." He caught Donald in a lie.
"You used my suggestions as a sponge?" Leo exclaimed, in which Donald corrected. "More like a paper towel. But, it was very absorbent." The auburn haired girl shook her head at the man who then looked towards the siblings. "Why don't you guys go clear out the rest of your gear."
They walked out the lab, leaving Leo's attention to turn to Donald as he spoke. "We need to talk. I'm done being the water boy. I wanna be a part of the team." Donald sighed before turning his head to look at his stepson and informed. "Leo, I told you, you can't be part of the team. You're not bionic. And besides, statistics show that most accidents happen within a three-mile radius of you."
This made Emilia snort, which Leo ignored as he came to defend himself. "But, I've grown. I've matured. I wear medium now. Look, I know I can't go on missions, but I can help you in other ways. You keep ignoring me!"
Donald hummed in response, turning to look at Leo who mentally rolled his eyes. The Davenport man sighed in defeat before telling him. "I'm sorry. You know what? Maybe there is a way you can help out around here."
"Finally. Thank you." Leo said, before his face fell at the massive pile of papers that Donald had slammed on the cyberdesk. "Here. You can type up the mission summary reports." He smiled before walking off as Leo questioned. "You want me to be your secretary?"
"No. Secretaries get paid." Donald informed his stepson. "You'd be doing this for free." Donald smiled before walking out, leaving Leo looking at Emilia who shrugged. "You asked him. Bye!"
