Falling for the Lone Wolf (Lab Rats - Chase Davenport Love story)

Lone Wolf In Action

Brooklyn P.O.V

       It was Sunday morning, the day after the dance, and I woke up to an emergency alarm on my phone. I shot up out of my bed when I saw the Lone Wolf symbol flashing. I quickly got dressed and raced to my lab to check my security cameras. The gang that was meeting in the abandoned part of town were planning something huge in a warehouse. I saw plenty of business men and women tied in a circle to chairs. One of the gang members, I assumed was the leader, held a whip and was threatening the people.

       My eyes widened at the sight of a bomb in the center of the circle of chairs. I sped out of my lab and down the stairs to find Bree and Adam in the kitchen. "Bree!" I shouted and both siblings looked at me.

       "Oh, hey Brooke. What's up?" she asked me casually.

       "I need your help with something, upstairs," I emphasized the last part and Bree finally got the message.

       "Sorry Adam, I have to go," Bree said quickly and we bounded up the stairs. When we got to my lab, Bree looked at me. "What's going on?"

       "The gang that we've been spying on has taken action. They've kidnapped innocents and are abusing and threatening them with whips and a bomb," I said as I showed her the video feed.

       "I'm going to tell you one more time," the gang leader spoke up and our heads snapped toward my computers. The gang leader was talking into a phone. "Bring a five-hundred grand ransom or Palmic Records will have a downsize in employees," he threatened and hung up.

       "Palmic Records?" Bree asked.

       "That's one of the biggest music record companies in Northern California!" I exclaimed.

       "So all those people are agents and managers," Bree continued.

       "Bree, open that cabinet and take five-hundred grand out of it, I have to get ready," I said and I ran over to my capsule.

       "What? You're actually going to pay the ransom?!" she asked.

       "Hell no, it's fake money," I explained.

       "But that's counterfeit!"

       "It's not counterfeit if it's monopoly money painted like real money, mostly," I laughed and stepped into my capsule. The computer programed the capsule to change me into mymission suit. I pulled my mask down as I stepped out of my capsule and Bree handed me a duffle bag full of the fake ransom.

       "Wow, I wish my mission suit looked like that," Bree commented.

       "Yeah, yeah, we can talk fashion later. Here, we can communicate on this com-set (a/n spelling?)," I said as I handed her one and tucked one behind my ear. I faced my computers and made sure that Bree had a view not only inside the warehouse but outside it too.