"ℐ 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈ℯℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓂ℯ ℐ 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈ℯℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓊𝓅 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂ℯ"
a story in which Freya Monroe moves back to Mission Creek and gets dragged into the world of three bionic...
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iv. bionic showdown
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Freya, Leo, and Davenport were in the lab awaiting for Adam, Bree, and Chase to return from their mission. Ever since Freya has met them, she has never experienced their missions or seen them in their mission suits. She knows she won't ever go on a mission, but she enjoys hearing about them.
It wasn't to long after that the bionic teens came running in cheering.
Leo and Freya went up to them.
"Guys, that was awesome!" Leo beamed. "You just prevented the biggest oil spill in history!"
"Pretty slick, huh," Chase grinned, attempting to make a joke and Freya frowned.
"If only we could've prevented that disaster of a pun," Freya remarked and sat on the cyber desk as Leo went back to his desk.
"Hey, Mr. Davenport. Anything you'd like to say to us?" Bree asked Davenport, who approached them. "Rhymes with, 'good job'?"
"The answer's in the clue," Adam whispered to him.
"What were you guys thinking?" Davenport asked them.
"Nope. Not even close. Two more guesses," Adam said.
"You completely ignored my mission plan, improvised everything, and jeopardized the entire mission," Davenport exclaimed walking past them and the teens turned to him.
"Mr. Davenport, we bust our butts all the time." Chase protested. "And all you ever do is sit around the lab making lists of what we did wrong."
"I do not just sit around making lists of 'things you did wrong'." Davenport denied and Freya frowned, staring at the tablet he was holding.
"Then why do you have a list called 'things Adam, Bree, and Chase did wrong?'" Freya asked, pointing to the list she can see on his tablet. The teens glanced at her, before turning to their father with unamused expressions.
"He also practices Taekwondo in his tighty-whities," Leo added and Freya chuckled, nodding.
"They are not tighty-whities," Davenport defended. "They are breathable exercise briefs."
"That also happen to be white," Freya added and Davenport gave her a glare.
"Whatever they are keep your swinging high kicks away from my screen!" Eddie called.
