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Disclaimer: I, Ungerlover, do not own the Lab Rats characters or the parts of the plot that are from the book Girl Stolen by April Henry.

Now on to the story!

Previously on Bionic Stolen-

"Just tell me who you are and why you're kidnapping me!" I yelled at him.

"I will tell you what's going on later, but for now, my name is Chase Davenport."

Chase's P.O.V.

I am so dead. Douglas warned me about being careless, and I ignored him. Now, I have a BIONIC witness to watch after. I probably won't be able to contain her!

I used my facial recognition app to do a background check on her. Her name is Bree Davenport, the only bionic daughter of Donald Davenport. She is sixteen, and she is turning seventeen in three months. Her abilities include super speed and vocal manipulation.

Before you start to wonder why I have a facial recognition app, let me explain a few things. I am also bionic. My step-father is Douglas Davenport, who is also the brother of Donald Davenport. My abilities include superior intelligence, super senses, molecular kinesis, forcefield and many other apps, such as the facial recognition app.

I aslo have a step-brother named Marcus. He is an android, which is like a robot, but he has all of the bionic abilities. He has two 'friends' named Jake and Trevor. They agreed to join our team as long as Douglas made them bionic. Jake has super strength and can phase through objects, and Trevor has super speed and shape-shifting abilities.

Douglas sent me on a mission to steal Davenports self-driving super car. I had tracked the car, watched my back for any suspecting pedestrians, covered my tracks and had done EVERYTHING possible to make sure the mission was a success. Well, except look in the backseat!

Now I have a BIONIC WITNESS to keep track of! Before I found out her name, I thought of logical ways to deal with her. I made a mental list of options:

1. Abort the mission.

2. Drop Bree off somewhere.

3. Bring her to the lab and have Douglas deal with her.

If I go with the first option, Douglas will make me pay more than I have to already. The second option is just plain stupid. When she gets back home, she will report me to the police, and we will be busted. The third option is the only one with any possible positive effects. If we can get her to the lab, we can make Donald pay a ransom. Through my comset, I told Douglas the situation.

"Fine," He replied angrily through the comset. "but if you mess ANYTHING else up, you will have to deal with the punishment."

I knew all too well what 'the punishment' meant. I've learned to fear it and anything that comes after it.

I had already put the car on lockdown, so she can't escape. She started to speak, and from her tone and the way her voice cracked, I knew she was frightened and angry.

"Just tell me who you are and why you're kidnapping me!"

"I will tell you what's going on later, but for now, my name is Chase Davenport."

I turned to face her, and her expression was one of shock, horror and bewilderment.

"What do you mean by DAVENPORT?"

"I'll fill you in with the details later. Just put this cloth over yourself and don't let anyone see you through the windows," I said as I tossed a sheet to her.

"Wh-where are you taking m-me?" She asked once she was covered by the sheet. From the way her voice wavered, I could tell she was crying.

"I'm taking you to a place where you will be held until we are through with you. And don't even think about using your bionics to escape."

I could hear a faint gasping noise from underneath the cloth.

"How did you know I was bionic?" She asked.

"Long story short, I used my bionics to scan your face. Your name is Bree Davenport, and your bionics include super speed and vocal manipulation. You are the second child of Donald Davenport. His brother is my dad. That makes you my cousin."

"Okay, now you are creeping me out! My dad doesn't have any siblings! Adam, Leo and I are the only bionics." She yelled at me in a disbelieving tone.

"That's where you're wrong. When we get to the lab, I will show you the proof. Until then, don't use your bionics!"

"No problem there," She mumbled in a hushed tone. If I didn't have super senses, I wouldn't have been able to hear her.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked curiously. What she said next shocked me.

"I don't know how to control or activate my bionics."

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