ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ✗ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴅᴀᴠᴇɴᴘᴏʀᴛ

Chapter 2

Bree's POV-

I cried into Adam's shoulder. He and Leo just got home when the FBI were taking Mr Davenport to jail.

"How could they just take him!?" I sobbed. 

Leo shrugged.

"They're the FBI, they can do what ever they want". 

I glared at him.

"And now Mr Davenport's in jail..." I muttered.

"He knew the consequences when he gave you guys bionics" Leo went on. 

Gee Leo, you just have to ruin every emotional moment, don't you?

"I didn't even get to say goodbye" I whispered.

"None of us did" Adam grumbled. 

Tasha put her arm around my shoulder.

"We've got enough money to bail Mr Davenport out of jail. Once he's out, he'll be able to find Chase and rescue him" she told us reassuringly. 

I could see tears in her eyes.

"Actually" an annoying voice said. 

I looked over at Eddy, fire flaring in my eyes. 

"Donny's bail will probably cost over five million dollars. Plus, the FBI trashed all his equipment, which means you'll also have to buy more expensive equipment to find the know-it-all. Well, all the equipment except for me!" 

I felt like punching his screen. I grabbed a pillow and threw it violently at the home system. 

"Hey sunshine, if the nerd were here he would've told you that anyway, and much more accurately". 

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I'll kill you Eddy!" I screamed at him.

"Yeah, good luck with that" he said, disappearing off the screen. 

I kept my gaze on the screen he once occupied, tears streaming down my face. I leaned my head back on Adam's shoulder, tears running onto his damp shirt.

"Don't worry, Bree" Tasha said. "We'll get him back. We'll get them both back".

 I nodded. I just hope that she's right.

Chase's POV-

I kept my eyes closed, even though I was only just returning to consciousness. I must've got knocked out during the harsh drive. I could tell that I was strapped down. There were strong cuffs attached to each of my wrists and my feet, holding me down. There was also a metal strap across my chest. It was cold on my bare skin. They must've ripped my shirt off when they were strapping me down.

"I know you're awake" a gruff voice remarked. "I can tell by the way your eyelids twitch every once and a while". 

I sighed and opened my eyes slightly, grimacing as my eyes adjusted to the blinding light. I looked around. I was in a room, which I could tell was very secure, which was completely white. White walls, white roof, people covered in white robes, white gloves, white face masks and white hair nets. The glass was reflective, which meant people could see in, but I couldn't see out. There were video cameras in each of the corners in the room, each able to do a two hundred and seventy degree turn. Next to me were tables, about three of them, each neatly organised with bottles filled with pills and liquids, tongs, tweezers, metal flasks, syringes, and knives. I saw a medical monitor near me, a wire running down from it. I traced the wire, down on the floor and up onto my 'bed', running across my chest and attached to suction cups that were fixed on my chest. Connected to my nose was a nasal cannula, drugged oxygen forcing it's way down my wind pipe and into my lungs, making me feel drowsy. I glanced up at the source of the voice, but it hurt my head so I just stared up at the roof. Even though it was a short moment, I was able to scan him. Agent Gordon, according to his name tag. I took in a shaky breath as my memories of today flooded back to me. I tried to hold back the tears.

"Where's Mr Davenport?" I asked, my voice cracked. 

The man raised an eyebrow and eyed a file he was holding. He quickly flicked through it, skimming and scanning.

"Our research shows that you're a smart boy, Chase. So, you tell me" the man interrogated, his voice thick with a heavy accent which I couldn't make out. Scottish maybe? 

I sighed and continued to stare at the roof.

"How long will he be in jail for?" I questioned. 

The man gave me a slight smirk.

"About five years" he told me. "But that depends on what his court trial's like". 

I nodded slightly. My throat was dry and parched. I licked my chapped lips. 

"You're quite famous now, Chase. The media is all over you. You've got an interview in twenty-five, actually. Well, it's probably not your idea of an interview. It's actually just an interrogation". 

I breathed in heavily. I've never been that good at socialising. The man stood up, walking around and around me, his gaze fixed on me. He did this for a few minutes, studying me up and down, taking in every tiny detail. I felt quite embarrassed with him looking at me while I was shirtless. He suddenly stopped, knelt down next to me, and pulled my head close. 

"We don't know how you've managed to get away with this for all these years. We don't know how many there are of your kind. But listen closely. If you even try to escape, talk back at me or put a single toe out of line, I'll be right there, ready to shoot you down if I need to. Got it?" 

I nodded, a huge head ache forming in my head. I tried not to show it. 

The man let go of me and moved to the scientists. "Get him in room 105 by 1:30" he ordered. 

They nodded frantically and rushed over to me, jamming a giant needle, with yellowish liquid in it, into my arm. I felt a screaming pain. Drowsiness washed over me, making my head spin.

'Sedative' I thought as I returned to an unconscious sleep.