She-Freak - Chase Davenport

twelve.

Monday, 29th April 2013

The bionic trio was in a deserted place, surrounded by ruins.

- "Guys, I have a bad feeling. Let's get out of here." Bree said.

Two guys appeared out of nowhere. The trio started fighting them. Adam sent one guy flying through the air, ending the fight. The brothers fist-bumped. The youngest siblings high-fived.

An alarm was heard. The trio was revealed to be in a training simulator in the lab.

- "Adam, that was the Rebel Leader." Donald said, while the trio took off their goggles. "The whole purpose of today's mission simulation was to interrogate him."

- "I did, and his answer was, "Aaaaah!"." The tall guy replied.

- "Hey, next time could you maybe throw in a cute, blue-eyed rebel?" The bionic girl asked. Her father looked at her, in shock. "What? I'm just sayin'. It's not gonna kill you to add a little somethin'-somethin' for the ladies."

- "Step aside, amateurs." Leo pushed both of his brothers and grabbed the goggles. "Go ahead, Big D. Set it to "awesome"." He did a superhero pose.

- "Leo, these goggles are not a toy." The older man took off the goggles.

- "Come on! My birthday's coming up. Globally known as "Dia De Leo"." The latter explained. "Ask Dee."

- "No. I designed the mission simulator to fine-tune their bionics, not to go on 3-D joyrides. Besides, you're not trained for it." Donald replied.

- "Well, how about as a birthday gift, you give me a bionic ability?" The short boy asked.

- "Or I could gift-wrap reality, and you could play with that for a while." The father snickered, before walking away.

- "So Leo's having a birthday. What are you, like, nine?" The genius boy asked.

- "Fourteen." Leo replied.

- "No, seriously." Chase laughed.

The short boy looked at him, offended.

Wait, really? The youngest Davenport thought. We have the same age?

- "So, how are you gonna celebrate?" Bree questioned.

- "We're all going to celebrate. Every year, my mom throws me a big surprise party." The Dooley boy grinned.

- "Really?" Adam asked.

- "Last year, she and Dee baked a cake the size of me." Leo chuckled. "I'm not gonna brag, but I was delicious." He continued, seriously.

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Later, Tasha walked in the lab, excited.

- "Guess what? I just found out that I won an award for my undercover reporting on expired produce: "Something In The Crisper Can Kill You"." She explained.

- "Congratulations!" Donald exclaimed as he hugged her tight. "That's so great! I'm proud of you." He grabbed one of her cheeks and gently kissed her. Leo groaned, in disgust. "Did you tell Claire?"

- "Oh, thank you. Yes, I told her first. But the awards banquet is the same night as Leo's birthday." The mother said, in an apology tone. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm gonna miss it." The woman put her hand on her son's shoulder. "If I don't show up, I'm afraid that they're gonna give my award to that overdramatic screen hog Linda Montieres." She mocked.