How the Lab Rats Fell

Chapter Twenty Two: Garrett

"Geez this is hard," Douglas said, deleting the three lines of code he had come up with during the past five hours.
"Geez you complain a lot," I pointed out.
"I don't complain a lot!" Douglas protested, "You should've seen me when I invented Adam's chip."
"You kicked and screamed and cried until you got it right?" I asked.
"Of course not!" Douglas replied, "That was Bree's chip."
"Well, what were you like making Chase's chip?" I asked.
"I used copy and paste," he admitted.
"Doesn't it seem like the answer is staring us in the face?" I asked, typing in a couple of characters, then deleting them.
"No offense, but the answer is Chase," Douglas said.
"Of course," I responded, "Use project copy and paste to help us make a very dangerous chip prototypes. Were not genetically enhanced in vitro babies!"
"We need his super intelligence for the nitty gritty stuff," Douglas explained, "If only Spike didn't get him in federal prison."
"Wait," I said, "Has Chase had his trial yet?"
"No," Douglas said, "Why?"
"Then we can get our answer," I said.
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"There!" Douglas said.
"Dang," I said, "You'd think that, when you hacked his account once, that Davenport would've upped his bank security a bit."
"That's Donnie for you," Douglas said.
"Donnie?" I scoffed, "What are you? Dougie?"
"Yes," Douglas admitted.
"Well, Dougie," I said, "Let's get into your brother's account that has money in it, shall we?"
"What?" Douglas asked, then looked at the screen, "Whoops. Let's see."
Douglas typed a bit more, and cheered for himself when he got in.
"Fake account with a balance of $0," I started, "One with only a couple hundred bucks, nope, won't do. Five more $0 accounts, an account with... aha! 2,500,000... euros!? What?"
"Okay," Douglas said, finally finding the right account, "This is when Mr. Memorized-the-Constitution gets Chase out of prison."
"Ahem," I corrected, "I didn't memorize the whole thing! I just skipped the 20th  and 17th Amendments. They are so boring!"
"Just. Pay. The. Bail!" Douglas commanded.
"Whatever you say Dougie," I mocked, and filled in the bail application, "Chase Don't Care Davenport, age should be known, for destroying jewelry stores, and... shoe size? Okay, I'm done."
"How much does this bail cost, anyway?" Douglas asked.
"Well, because Chase was under external influence," I explained, "Just a couple million bucks."
"Oh, that's not too b- A COUPLE MILLION!!!" Douglas exclaimed, horrified.
"Just be glad Chase wasn't doing it in his free will," I said.
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Colonial Marshall, the security guard, asked, "Mr. Davenport is one of the most dangerous criminals on the planet."
"Yet I've survived him for six months," I countered. Marshall found that a legit enough excuse and stamped the bail form.
"Okay," he said, "But if he gravely injures you, don't come crying to me."
Marshall walked away, tossing me Chase's cell key.
"I don't come crying to people!" I protested, "That's what Douglas does!"
"Then relay him the message!" Marshall called before disappearing around the corner. I flipped the key in my hand.
"Here goes," I said to no one in particular, and turned the key
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December 5, 2015
Hey everyone!
So, as you can hopefully tell, this story has not been put on hold. If anything, I'm trying to write more on this, so I can get to the good part!

Anyway, I don't have much to say, except your garden variety comment vote share and follow. Also, please check out my other story, After Giselle, because if I seem unmotivated to update this, the prospect of the Lab Rats episodes expiring is the main thing keeping me going on that. Let's not keep it that way.

Well, Happy December, and to any Jewish viewers, Happy Hanukkah (tomorrow).
Ajmdoggie