Lab Rats: The New Addition

My First Real Mission

  After months of training, (yes, I was allowed to train because I helped out), and months of helping out around the academy, Uncle Donny finally agreed to let me go on one mission, my first real mission, and, bonus, I get to use my bionics! Uncle Donny says that if I am successful on the mission, I will get to keep training and using my bionics, so I really want to do well. Adam, Bree, Chase, Leo, Uncle Donny, Auntie Tasha, and Daddy, are all waiting downstairs as I fit into my brand new mission suit. It looks just like Leo, Adam, Bree, and Chase's suits, except newer and shinier.

  I put on and zip up some long black boots. I quickly half-braid my hair and walk downstairs into the living room. The first person who turns to look at me is Chase. His eyes widen and his face turns bright red so that everybody can tell he's blushing. "Wow," he says, bewildered. "For the first time, I finally understand the difference between pretty and beautiful." I blush, "Well, which one am I?" Chase smiles, "The second one." I smile sheepishly and look down at my boots. "You look great, Lyrica," says Bree, as I look up from my boots. "Thanks," I say, happily, as she engulfs me in a tight hug. I hug her back.

  Once she lets go of me, Auntie Tasha wishes us good luck along with lots of hugs and Adam, Bree, Chase, Leo, and I proceed to go on the mission, while Daddy Douglas and Uncle Donny stay behind to monitor the mission. The villain who wants to make all bionic superhumans bionic soldiers is still out there, and our mission is to stop them. Chase is using his GPS tracker, hand-made by himself, (#genius+totes adorbs), to lead us to the villain's secret hideout. When we walk to the middle of the creepy dark room, Chase's tracker starts beeping rapidly. "I don't get it," he says, confused. "It says that our target is right here but there's nobody-" Chase is cut off mid-sentence as he is suddenly thrown into the air, landing hard on the ground on his back.

  "Chase," I cry, running to his side, followed by Adam, Bree, and Leo. Chase's eyelids droop. I put my ear to his chest and hear a strong, steady heartbeat. I give a sigh of relief. "He's alive," I say. "Just unconscious." Adam, Bree, and Leo all give sighs of relief. I lay Chase's head on my lap and look at the rest of my team. "How did that happen," I ask them. They all give me confused looks and I get the message that they don't know the answer to my question. "Oh, I'll tell you how it happened, dearie," says a disturbingly familiar voice. I shake. My body grows weak with fear. Now, the voice is painfully recognizable. I swallow the lump in my throat and my words are barely audible when I whisper them, "Father?"