Twelve years ago, Donald Davenport adopted a three-year old girl, Genevieve Nelson, after her father, Donald's best friend, had passed away. For twelve years, Donald has managed to keep his adoptive daughter out of all the bionic dangers.
However...
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Evie was sitting at Leo's desk, eating her usual sour skittles as she watched Adam and Chase spar, while Bree practiced on a dummy. "Alright, guys, gather up." Donald said, clapping his hands. "Today, we are going to be studying one of the most time-honored traditions in Japanese culture." He said.
"Ooh! Nun chuck combat? Bree asked. "Samurai sword fighting?" Chase questioned. "Wrestling ginormous dudes in diapers?" Adam excitedly asked. Evie giggled, rising to her feet. She walked over to the trash can, throwing her empty rapper away, before joining the others.
"We will be studying the great martial art of aikido, the key principle of which is to deflect your aggressor's attack by using his own speed and strength against him." Donald exclaimed. "It kind of sounds like you're giving this explanation to Chase." Evie mumbled. "Hey!" Chase shouted, giving Evie an offended look.
"What? You don't have Adam's strength nor Bree's speed. And you need to use it against them." Evie replied, shrugging. Chase just rolled his eyes, while Adam and Bree snickered. "Can we just get to the part where I obliterate them?" Bree asked, motioning between her two brothers.
Donald held up a finger, as his phone started ringing. "I have to take this. Uh, it's about money. Which is not more important than you, but a very close second." Donald said, holding his thumb and pointer finger close together, before exiting the lab. "Hey, Adam, attack me." Chase said. "Okay. Your hair is stupid, you're short, your face is weird, you're weird." Adam started listing off.
