𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | Chase Davenport

Commando App

"Okay, guys, you have been trained for all kinds of missions. But you are about to enter a soul-bruising, confidence-crushing, apocalyptic environment: high school. Adam, Bree, your glitch test results are fairly stable." Davenport said dramatically.

"Yes! I'm going to school!" Bree celebrated. "I'm fairly stable!" Adam smiled.

"But, Chase, I am still concerned about your Commando App." Davenport continued.

"Commando App? Put on some underpants. We're going to school." Leo said hurriedly

Davenport sighed at the smaller boy's words, obviously he didn't mean that. "No, see, in the face of an imminent threat, Chase's Commando App kicks in and he becomes a fearless brute I like to call Spike. It's kinda like a fight-or-flight thing, except I took out the flight part, 'cause, useless. And I replaced it with a testosterone level of like a Tasmanian devil-wolverine-shark-lion hybrid that's mad." Davenport explained.

"Don't worry, Mr. Davenport. I promise that Spike won't rear his ugly head." Chase reassured him.

"Oh, yeah? You mean like last Christmas when I made the mistake of giving Adam boxing gloves?" Davenport questioned, sarcasm lacing his tone.

They all flashback to the partially destroyed lab and Spike throwing a barrel across the room. "Anybody else confused about the-don't-punch me rule?" Spike growled.

Adam looks up, frightened, under Spike's foot. Bree and Donald look at each other and raise their weapons in the effort to defend themselves behind the overturned console. Then the flashback ends.

"Ugh, I'm still coughing up tinsel." Adam shuddered.

"You know, letting Chase go to school isn't such a good idea. I can't risk Spike coming out." Davenport said, basically dismissing any further argument by starting to walk away.

"Oh, come on, Big D. Chase has to come." Leo said, trying to convince Davenport. "With these guys, I'll finally get a prime spot in the cafeteria. That's right, y'all. Put on your coats 'cause I'm about to ride your tail!" Leo said to the bionic teens.

"Don't worry. We'll make sure he stays out of trouble. Right, guys?" Adam said, reassuring Davenport.

"Yeah. It's one for all and all for one." Bree agreed. "Unless, of course, you guys make me look bad, in which case, I am dropping you lame-os." Bree threatened.

"Mr. Davenport, I can't miss school. This is the beginning of my academic achievements and career trajectory. I mean, the road to astronaut lawyer has to start somewhere." Chase explained, exasperated.

"Okay. But I better not get a call from the art teacher saying that Spike ripped out her larynx. Actually, she wouldn't be able to say anything, because Spike ripped out her lar–" Davenport cut himself off. "The point is just keep him out of trouble."

"Hey, look what I found." Adam says, holding up his boxing gloves.

Adam punches Chase in the stomach and he falls to the floor "Look, I'm sorry, but if he's that close to the gloves, it's gonna happen." Adam defended.

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The quad is standing in the cafeteria. "Okay, you guys. That's Principal Perry. She has the temperament of a junkyard dog stuffed into a really bad pantsuit." Leo explained

"Hey, you! No tongue rings in school! Don't try to hide it. I will take a metal detector to your face!" Perry yelled at some random kid.

"This is it. My chance for romance. On TV, the new girl always drops her books and the cute guy with the soulful eyes picks them up."