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c h a p t e r 5 ; rats on a train

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Alright. I know I may have caused some confusion among people when we last saw each other. Allow me to explain myself.

Gemma is my younger sister by two years, therefore third child of my parents. I haven't brought her up in a very long time, simply because I thought she was dead. Shortly after Jay's death, she supposedly committed suicide due to being unable to live with our father without him.

Did I feel betrayed when I saw her alive for the first time in years? At first, no. I was more shocked knowing she actually was alive. I'm starting to feel that now, though.

After the dance, she came home with us, as well as the reluctant Allison. It took time for me to explain the situation to the Davenport parents, but in the end, with Allison having to return to Los Angeles and her having nowhere to go, they agreed to let Gemma stay with us, rebuild the relationship that was destroyed long ago.

She found out about the Lab Rats, however, when Adam decided to use his heat vision on a hot dog. Admittedly she was freaked out, but fell in love with the idea of superhero siblings and practically forced the trio and Davenport to tell her everything about them.

Hence the reason she stands with myself and Leo down in the lab, watching Davenport torture—oh, sorry—train our friends to handle extreme weather conditions.

"Okay, guys," Davenport says, "the next phase of your training is handling extreme climates. So we'll frost Chase, bake Bree, and submerge Adam. That's not part of the training, I just got one of those carnival dunk tanks and I can't wait to try it out."

"You're a grown man with a dunk tank?" I asked. "What could you possibly need that for?"

He ignores my question, of course, instead focusing on Chase as the aforementioned enters his capsule.

"Okay, Chase, I'm setting your tube on 'Antarctic'. If it gets to be too much, just give me a sign."

"Bring it!" he cheers, and his father hits several buttons on the console to start up the invention.

"Hey, that's not fair," Leo complains. "I want to be abused by weather."

"Leo, if you really want to be abused, try standing over here next to Adam's morning breath."

"I don't have morning breath," Adam defends himself. "It smells like that all day."

Gross.

"Leo, these guys are genetically engineered to handle these kind of climates," Davenport explains to his stepson. "You're not."

"I can handle extreme cold," Leo argues.

"You get brain freeze from chewing mint gum," I fire back.

He shoots me a dirty look and opens his mouth to defend himself, only to be cut off by Davenport's ringtone.

"Davenport...What?! Well, that's terrible!...I mean, that's awesome, but that's terrible!...I-Igotta do something."

After that, he hangs up, then races to the cyber desk and begins to type.

"What's going on? What's so terrible?" asks Gemma.

"I created the world's fastest train, but now it's speeding out of control full of highly explosive nuclonium towards downtown Welkerville!"

"Well, then what was awesome?"

"It's going like four hundred miles an hour."

Okay, impressive. The five of us congratulate him on his ability to make a train able to achieve such a high level of speed, and for a moment he basks in it, though is quick to shove it all aside and focus on the problem.