ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ✗ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴅᴀᴠᴇɴᴘᴏʀᴛ

Chapter 3

Chase's POV-

I moaned, returning to consciousness. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the light before taking in my surroundings. I was sitting in a dim room, the only light source was a faint light bulb above me. In front of me was an interrogation table, like the ones I see in movies. I had my t-shirt back on but I was still freezing. I also still had handcuffs chaining me to the table, obviously, but my feet were free to move around. I sighed and rested my head on the top of my chair. It was hard, cold, but it gave me a bit of comfort. I sat there, head to the ceiling, breathing in the musty air. I heard a small click, a door creek open, an echo of footsteps and another click as the door was closed and locked. I glanced over at the door and raised my head off the chair. A tall man sat down in the chair in front of me and smiled, taking a small box and a cup out of his bag and placing it on the table.

"I guess you must be hungry" he said kindly, pushing the box and paper cup towards me. 

I shook my head.

"Can't exactly eat it" I told him, holding up my chained wrists. 

He smirked and grabbed some keys out of his pocket.

'No, I suppose you can't' he agreed, situating the right key into the lock and, with a quick flick of the wrist, un-locked my handcuffs. 

I rubbed my sore wrists gratefully.

"Thanks" I murmured. I opened the box a crack and took a peek at its contents. Three jelly filled doughnuts stared up at me, urging me to put their heavenly selves into my mouth. I looked uncertainly at the man. He nodded and gestured for me to help myself. I smiled and grabbed one of the doughnuts, stuffing it into my mouth like I hadn't eaten in years. I sat there, just savouring the moment.

"Make yourself at home" the man said, breaking the silence. I nodded, registering the fact that I might never go home again. I swallowed and looked at him, wiping the icing sugar off my face.

"Why are you being so nice to me? I'm a criminal, aren't I? An illegal experiment?" 

The man shrugged.

"True, you are a criminal, and true you're an illegal experiment. But you are an experiment that had no idea you were being experimented on". He paused for a moment and looked down at the sheet of neatly stacked papers on the table in front of him. "It says here you were implanted with your bionic chip at a young age, a toddler, unknowing what was happening to you at the time. You didn't ask for this to happen to you, which makes you a step down from a criminal. Still a criminal, but not the biggest, if that makes sense".

"Kinda" I said. "Who are you anyway?"

"My name's Agent Tess. I'm the head of interrogation here at the FBI". 

I nodded slowly and swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Where's Mr Davenport?" I asked quietly. 

Agent Tess raised and eyebrow.

"Donald Davenport is in Hardcroft, in LA, the most secure prison in the world". 

I took a while to absorb that tiny piece of information.

"We're not in Mission Creek?" I asked, confused. 

Agent Tess shook his head.

"No. Not in America either. Right now we are in the most remote place in New Zealand, in the FBI's research facility". 

I felt my heart sink.

"Ne-New Zealand?" I whispered, shocked. 

The Agent nodded.