bionic besties 1 | lab rats

The One With the Exoskeleton

Delta's POV:

Zadie and I walked down to the lab to see Davenport, Leo, and Chase. "Oh sweet pen." We heard Leo say, while picking up a pen.

"It's not a pen. It's a highly pressurized air canister that can inflate a blimp in 8.6 seconds." Davenport explained.

"This little thing?" Leo asked.

"Mm-hm." Davenport responded.

"Impossible." Leo added, opening the pen. When he opened it, forceful wind blew, sending papers flying. "You might wanna put a little warning sign on that."

"So, what is this? A garage sale for geeks?" Zadie asked.

"No, we are preparing for," Davenport paused. "The Call."

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

"Ka-ching!" Chase and Davenport said together, before doing some sort of hand shake and Leo tried to add himself in. "What are you doing?" Chase asked.

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

"Yeah, sorry Leo; there's no more room. I'm already the product specialist, the set designer, chief demonstrator, and insanely happy spokesmodel." Chase said.

"Ooh, sounds fun. I could be the French translator."

"Is it bad that I think you would end up saying something totally inappropriate?" Davenport asked.

"Non, pas du tout en fait." Zadie replied. Everyone looked to her with confused looks.

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

"Tu parle francais?" Zadie asked.

"Je suis l'homme le plus intelligent du monde."

"Okay, we get it! You both speak French." Leo said slightly annoyed.

"Although, there might be a role for Leo and possibly Zadie and Delta if they want. As long as someone follows Leo and Zadie around with a fire extinguisher." Davenport said. Oh, that's really cool actually.

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

"Hey! I bet I would be mighty fine at selling this stuff." Zadie said.

"Please. I could sell nunchucks to a nun named Chuck." Leo said before picking up one of Davenport's inventions. "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 started. Then Leo touched the thing he was holding to the metal object on the table. "...touch metal."

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

"I'm glad it happened." Zadie laughed.

"Well, can a big part of you come over and help me up?" Leo asked from the floor. We were now upstairs and Tasha was on the phone and Adam was lifting me like a weight.

"Yes, Mom; Leo and I love our new home. Oh, you should come and visit." Tasha said, looking around.

"467, 468, put some muscle in it. 469-" Leo told Adam, who was lifting me.

"Shh! I'm picking up radio free Singapore." Davenport said, singing some weird song in a foreign language. "That's gonna be a hit. You mark my words."

"But not today. Why? Because Donald's not feeling well. Look, I gotta go. He just threw up in my purse." Tasha panicked. "Love you ; bye!"

"You know, we're gonna have to have your mother over eventually." Davenport told his wife.