bionic besties 1 | lab rats

The One With the Exoskeleton

Delta's POV:

Zadie and I walked into the lab where Davenport, Leo, and Chase were already messing around with some of Davenport's newest inventions.

"Ooh, cool pen."  Leo said, picking up a pen from the table of inventions. 

"It's not a pen." Davenport told him as if it were obvious, "It's a highly pressurized air canister that can inflate a blimp in 8.6 seconds." 

"This little thing?" Leo asked.

Davenport nodded, "Mhm."

"Impossible." Leo muttered, twisting it open. Air burst from the pen, sending papers across the lab. Davenport quickly took the pen back, stopping the gust of wind. 

Leo blinked. "You might wanna put a little warning sign on that."

"So, what is this?" Zadie picked up a device from the table, "A garage sale for geeks?" 

"No," Davenport scoffed, taking the device from her hands and putting it gently back on the table, "we are preparing for..."

He paused for effect, "The Call."

"Once a year, Mr. Davenport and I present his newest devices to all the international buyers." Chase chimed in, "In other words-"

"Ka-ching!" he and Davenport said in unison, finishing with an overly complicated handshake.

Leo tried to wedge himself in at the end of it, awkwardly throwing his hand in.

"What are you doing?" Chase looked with disapproval. 

"I wanna be in on...The Call." Leo said dramatically. 

Chase gave him a half-laugh, "Yeah, sorry Leo, there's no more room. I'm already the product specialist, the set designer, chief demonstrator, and insanely happy spokesmodel."

"Ooh, I could be the French translator," Zadie offered with a grin, spinning a nearby swivel chair lazily.

Davenport eyed her warily. "Is it bad that I think you'd end up saying something totally inappropriate?"

"Non, pas du tout en fait." She replied casually, still spinning.

"She just said, 'no, not at all actually' in French." Chase explained proudly.

"Tu parle francais?" Zadie asked.

Chase nodded with a smug smile. "Je suis l'homme le plus intelligent du monde."

"Okay, we get it." Leo cut in, "You both speak French. Tres annoying."

"Although, there might be a role for Leo... and possibly Zadie and Delta, if they're interested," Davenport shot a glance to Leo, "As long as someone follows Leo with a fire extinguisher." 

"But Mr. Davenport, I'm way better at selling this stuff than Leo, or Zadie, or Delta." Chase argued.

"Please," Leo scoffed, "I could sell nunchucks to a nun named Chuck."

He grabbed a device off the table, "I could sell this thing without even knowing what it is."

"Leo, no! That's an electrofield destabilizer. Whatever you do, don't let it—" Davenport began.

Leo tapped the device against a nearby metal table, sending him backward. 

"Touch metal." Davenport sighed. 

"I have to admit, a small part of me was hoping that would happen." Chase leaned next to Zadie.

Zadie laughed, "yeah, a small part of me is glad it happened."