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Capítulo XI- Reconocimiento bien merecida
Patience dragged her mission duffle bag on the floor unbothered to pick it up. All 15 mission calls and none of them were real missions. They were something that the local authorities or the help of someone else could easily fix. The first mission involved a woman needing a cat rescue. Only for her to be mistaking her cat for a raccoon on the tree and for the cat to be at her feet.
She didn't mind going mission after mission, but the bionic teens were meant to help with life-threatening crises. They jumped from place to place when they could have been waiting for a threatening mission to pop up. Instead, they received calls asking them to make an indecisive person's decision, help kill a spider they found on their porch, and get rid of the rat infestation in their home.
The bionic teenagers returned to the mentor's headquarters by 7 pm carrying their mission bags. They had been out since 10 am this morning. Chase complained behind them, "Fifteen straight missions and not one real emergency. What a waste of my immense talent and unique skill set." He threw his mission bag on the floor.
"We spent 10 hours on unnecessary missions and most of them were calls that local companies could solve. I can't believe that man made us pay for pest control," Patience said, collapsing on the couch.
"Yeah. I don't know which mission was more annoying," Bree listed the false emergencies on her fingers, "that, the lady who ran out of gas, or the guy who didn't know which side dish to order."
"I do," Adam answered. "The lady who ran out of gas. I had to watch her push her car for two miles." Patience slowly glanced at her friend too tired to make an expression.
"Guys, I feel proud to spend time with our adoring public," Leo said, removing his gloves. "I can't believe you're complaining about it, Patience. I thought you liked helping people."
"I do, but these problems could easily be fixed and aren't meant for us to take," she justified.
"Well, I don't mind taking the simplest mission as long as people know that I'll be there for them. Now if you'll excuse me, America's newest bionic hero is about to get busy with some baby grapes." He tossed his gloves on the leather chair and headed to the kitchen.
Bree sat on the couch with one leg over the other, "I don't get it. How did all those people know how to contact us?"
Patience left her bag behind the couch and chose the spot next to her. Chase dumped his bag in front of himself and took the spot next to her. Adam walked behind the couch, saying, "It's easy. You just touch a bunch of numbers until someone says hello."
Chase leaned forward picking off a card on Leo'smission bag that was left on the table. "Guys, I think I know what's going on. Look." They looked over his shoulder to read Leo's business cards. It read Leo Dooley's Bionic Superhumans. It had their number displayed and Leo's picture and his bicep photoshopped four times its size.
