"Son, leave." Mr. Davidson growled out, his eyes glinting with rage, his jaw set. For being in his late 30's, early 40's he actually is quite attractive.

"No, you can say whatever you want to her in front of me." Derrick responded while puffing up his chest. His arm still over my shoulder.

I looked between them confused. "What's going on?" I asked as innocently as possible.

"My son isn't supposed to talk to girls. " Mr. Davidson stated while folding his arms over his chest.

"Oh... Why didn't you tell me Derrick?" I asked with a pouty face at him.

He shook his head with a small smile. "Dad, i don't see the problem with me talking to her. After all she is actually a blond." he laughed out while i bit my tongue, i hated the "blond" superstition, but it's the easiest role to play to get the intel.

"Son, i would think if you were to talk with a girl, she would actually be able to use her brain." Mr. Davidson huffed glaring even more at me. I gasped at him.

"You're rude." I pouted folding my arms over my chest.

"Dad, can i show her the prototype." Derrick cut off whatever his dad was about to say.

"Okay, if she can answer my question she may see it." His father responded with a mischievous grin.

"What's the question?" I jumped and asked.

"What percent of the brain do humans use?"

"Umm.... isn't it ten percent?" i asked with a finger on my lip. And i wish i had a camera to snap a picture of the look of astonishment on his face.

"Dad, the prototype please." Derrick chuckled. Mr. Davidson straitened up and did a small "ahem".

"Very well, follow me."

We walked to the center then he beckoned at the people at the computers to do something. They all nodded and started to type maniacally as if if they didn't type fast enough they might die. Then a screen appeared out of thin air. "Miss what's your last name?" Mr. Davidson asked.

"Oh no, not falling for that again." I said folding my arms. Which caused him to give my a curious look. "Last time someone hacked my credit card by doing that." I exasperated.

"Fine, look me up on here." Mr. Davidson said waving his hand above his head. They all nodded and put his first and last name in the search. "Johnathon Davidson". Then as soon as they hit search it showed everything on him, including his exact location!

I was speechless, if Oasis uses this they could find out who all is in our organization "Redemption". This does not bode well. "So what do you think Sierra?" Derrick asked me, but i was to tongue tied to come up with a response. "I actually helped create this." he laughed. I quickly pressed my bracelet which is how i am supposed to contact Brett if i needed him, and what i'm planning next, i definitely need his help.

"Sierra is it, what brings you to this event?" Mr. Davidson inquired while circling his fingers, which made all the guards walk over to us, while the first two we ran into went back outside. I smiled.

"If i'm being honest," i paused and bit my lip, "you." i smirked and quickly elbowed Derrick in the gut and shoved him off me. I then did a round house kick on one of the guards and grabbed the arm of one behind me and flipped him over me. A full on fight started and some of the guards escorted the Davidson's out.