Angels and Demons

The Elite Club

- Chapter Nine -

Donald Davenport prides himself in being a good leading figure, father figure, husband, billionaire, every title under the sun that a person may think of. He knows he's great at everything (despite what people may say, though he knows his worth, thank you very much). He built up the Elite Force, he knows how to build a successful team from the ground up. He knows that people don't always get along well, that they have their moments where their heads clash, but watching it unfold, especially his kids on the brink of strangling one another, is another thing entirely. 

"What were you guys thinking? You could've been killed!"

"I wasn't going to leave Kaz behind!"

"We would've gone back for him! You know this!"

"You were pretty stupid."

"Sorry for wanting to save my best friend, guess I'll let him die next time."

"Stop being so overdramatic!"

"Says the overdramatic!"

"Enough!" Mr. Davenport shouts, pushing his way in the middle of the dispute. "I have had it! You guys are a team, you should be working together to solve your problems, not fighting each other to say who's right or who's wrong." He looks at Chase, Bree, and Skylar for a moment before turning to you, Oliver, and Kaz. "Now, let's settle this like adults. What happened?"

Chase says, "On our mission, Oliver and [Name] stepped out of line."

"Explain."

Chase glowers at you, Oliver, and Kaz for a moment before continuing. "Kaz got stuck underneath debris and I called everyone to retreat because the walls were about to collapse. I wasn't going to let the whole team be injured-"

You scoff. "But let's leave Kaz behind, why don't we?"

"I wasn't going to let the whole team get hurt-"

"No team member should be left behind, Chase!" you snarl, taking a step forward. "I wasn't going to let Kaz suffer when we could've helped him!" You gesture to Oliver and yourself. 

Chase shouts, "You're letting emotions control your actions when you need to be thinking rationally!"

Your lips curl in a snarl, voice rising in temperament. "How dare you-"

"Enough!" Mr. Davenport wedges himself between the both of you. "You all are acting like irrational children and it needs to stop." He rubs his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose to control his temper. "Everyone wash up and change and meet me in Mission Command in twenty minutes."

Mr. Davenport waits in Mission Command, and no more than twenty minutes pass when everyone arrives. The team splits; Bree, Chase, and Skylar go to sit at the cyber desk to the left while you, Kaz, and Oliver go to sit at the cyber desk on the right.

Visually, the divided teams represent the stance that they've taken on as individuals; the ones willing to follow the rules, and the ones willing to bend the rules. Of course the situation calls on what the choices the kids make, but in this situation, he expects the decision everyone has made in this particular situation.  

"Now, you all are going to stay here and talk to one another and fix this mess." Mr. Davenport points directly at the floor to empathize with his point. "You guys are going to fix the mess, and make up. I don't care how long it takes. You can be down here all day, even all night if you're too stubborn."

"But it's seven in the morning!" Oliver says. 

Mr. Davenport shrugs. "The faster you guys make up, the faster you can get out of here." He makes his way to the Hyper-Lift. "I will also confiscate your phones." Several of the team members voice their disagreements, reluctantly handing over their phones.