"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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xxxviii. adam steps up
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~Training Area~
All the students are in the training area with Chase and Bree.
"All right, listen up, guys. We're introducing a new element to training-- the bionic battle. Each week, two of you will be pitted against each other in a physical challenge." Chase explained.
"To the death?" Spin grinned menacingly.
Leo chuckled sarcastically. "Yes, Big D built this multi-million-dollar facility to train and house you just so we could pick you off one by one."
So each week's winner will earn points toward advancing to the next bionic skill level. And the loser gets...well, humiliated." Chase continued to explained.
"Can I fight you?" Freya asked her boyfriend.
"No. Mentors are off limits," Chase dismissed, chuckling nervously. Chase knows very well Freya can take him down and doesn't want to embarrass himself.
"Spin, since you're the youngest, you get to choose an opponent first." Bree offered.
"Yes!" Spin cheered and walked around the room, threateningly. "Scared? Ya should be."
"No, no. This isn't about scaring people. No one's going to get hurt." Chase objected and glanced at Freya. "Right, Rey?"
Freya sighed, rolling her eyes. "Yes, I won't hurt anyone."
A basketball is thrown at Chase's back from the common area
Chase winced. "Ow!"
Chase, Juliet, and Bree walk into the common area to find Adam, Bob, and some other students shooting hoops.
"What are you doing?"
Bob pointed at the basketball hoop. "We're throwing this thing at that thing. I'm an athlete."
"Adam, you're a mentor now. You have to start acting like one." Bree told her older brother.
"I am. We're supposed to teach them how to use their abilities." Adam reasoned. "So...we're havin' a bionic slam dunk contest."
"Incoming!" Bob yelled.
Chase gasped. "Whoa!"
Bob jumps to the basket with the ball and hangs up from the net.
