Alien Swarm: part 2

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Ben walked towards the garage as Bree followed him. "Ben, wait up!" Bree said as she ran at an average speed. Ben stopped and turned around to wait for her. "Bree, I am going. I can't explain it, but I know Elena's telling the truth in some form." Ben said as he folded his arms, expecting Bree to talk him out. "I know; I want to help," Bree stated, surprising Ben. "Thank you," Ben stated as he hugged the girl Before dragging her to a bike. "It's Grandpa's," Ben explained as he handed Bree a helmet before getting one himself.
Bree spotted Elena's bike while making her point while Ben was driving. Ben stops Elena's bike when he gets the chance.
"Nice bike," Elena stated after she took off her helmet while he and Bree did the same. "Thanks, it's Grandpa's," Ben stated, which made Elena nod. "We want to help you find him," Bree states as Elena looks at the girl up and down. "What about your gramds?" "Can't get madder at me than he already is." "Sorry." "Don't be. It's his fault. Now, let's go find your dad."

"My dad started acting weird a few months ago. He started to work with a partner who was a bit odd, but the partner ran off. Some random homeless people started to circle them. "Join us. Could you help us? Rule with us." they shouted, which sent a shiver down Bree's spine. "I followed him to this place. The guy also had spikey hair." Elena added as she pointed to a warehouse. "Well, hanging out here does classify as weird," Bree stated, making Ben smile. The same man from the other warehouse was watching them in the shadows. "That's a good girl. Bring them to us," he said in an evil tone. "What was he doing here? Racing cockroaches?" Bree asked Elena. "He has a laboratory set up here. Whatever it was, he didn't want me to work on it, and it was well. Then he stopped coming home altogether." "Man, when your dad takes up a hobby, he doesn't mess around." "Elena, your dad, and his partner weren't studying the chips. They were upgrading them. Your dad is crazy." "No, you're wrong, Bree; he's a brilliant man who got caught up in his work. He said they posed some threat. The Plumbers didn't believe him, so he took them. Now they won't lift a finger to help him."

The rest of the group of teens were in mission control. "Gramps has great bedside manor there, Gwen," Adam stated after being lectured by Max for a few minutes. "Validus was like his prized pupil." Gwen added as Wendy leaned against Chase's shoulder as she listened to the conversation. "Do you think this is kind of clouding Max's judgment?" Wendy asked the group after another pause. "If so, that would make Ben right, which is a scary thought," Kevin said as a shiver went down his spine at the prospect of Ben being right. "Some insects remain dormant for decades. Maybe that's what is happening here." Chase stated towards the group. "Targets identified. Absolute locations displayed. In a radial curve, commencing at 38 degrees." the computer announced, making the teens turn to it. "The chips are showing up in a 100-mile radius. Chase, Kevin, you guys did it!" Gwen and Wendy stated that before kissing their respective boys on the cheek, "The cheek? We find the big baddies, and all we get are kisses on the cheek?" Kevin asked, almost offended, as redheads and Adam started to type. "The chips are mostly right in this location," Adam said as he zoomed in on a spot where the map showed. "It's a ship-it center. It's only a mile from here." Adam said as he returned to decoding what he was initially doing before Max arrived. "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" Gwen asked Kevin, Chase, and Wendy. "We are no better than Ben in defying Max's orders?" Wendy stated as she got up from her chair. "You don't have to remind me. Adam, can you hold down the fort?" Gwen asked the eldest Davenport sibling, who nodded in response.

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