She-Freak - Chase Davenport

six.

Wednesday, 9th October 2013

The next day, the bionic trio and their father walked in the lab.

- "Great work. Flawless execution. Now that is how you lead a mission." Donald said as he turned to his children.

- "Why, thank you." Chase grinned, widely.

- "I was talking about me." The father smirked.

Of course, you are. The youngest Davenport thought.

- "But every Olympic podium needs a bronze and a silver, so." The older man said.

- "Whoo-hoo! I medaled!" Adam yelled and smacked the scientist's arm, accidentally sending him across the room.

Donald groaned in pain and looked up at his children, from the floor.

This is hilarious. The genius boy thought.

- "Don't look at us. You're the one that gave super strength to a box of rocks." Bree replied.

Leo walked in and walked over his father's arm.

- "Hey, guys. How'd the mission go?" He asked, grinning.

- "Great. We fixed the Pentagon's communication satellite and returned it to orbit." The bionic girl explained.

- "I even rigged it so we get every TV channel in the world!" The genius boy exclaimed. "Who wants to watch Guatemalan drag racing?" He smiled, excited. "Besides, Mads will be able to watch her French TV shows without using an illegal streaming site."

- "She's gonna be happy." The short boy smiled. "Anyway, did my suggestions come in handy on the mission?" He asked.

- "What suggestions?" The youngest Davenport questioned.

- "I did a ton of strategic research and gave it to Big D." The Dooley boy explained.

- "Oh, right. I'm sorry, Leo. I didn't have time to use it." The scientist replied.

- "Yes, you did. You spilled your coffee and used Leo's research to mop it up." The tall guy smiled.

Donald gestured at his oldest son to stop talking.

- "You used my suggestions as a sponge?" Leo asked, in disbelief.

- "More like a paper towel." The father replied. "But it was very absorbent. Why don't you guys go clear out the rest of your gear." He told the bionic trio, who walked away.

- "We need to talk. I'm done being the water boy. I wanna be a part of the team." The short boy replied.

- "Leo, I told you, you can't be part of the team. You don't have powers." The scientist explained. "And besides, statistics show that most accidents happen within a three-mile radius of you." He pointed to his son and walked towards the cyber desk.

- "But I've grown. I've matured. I wear medium now." The Dooley boy smirked. "Look, I know I can't go on missions, but I can help you in other ways. You keep ignoring me!" He yelled.

Donald continued to work on the cyber desk.

- "Hmm?" He raised his head. "I'm sorry. You know what? Maybe there is a way you can help out around here."

- "Finally. Thank you." Leo replied.

- "Here." The father dropped a stack of papers on the cyber desk. "You can type up the mission summary reports."

- "You want me to be your secretary?" The short boy asked, in disbelief.

- "No. Secretaries get paid. You'd be doing this for free." The scientist explained and walked away.