Harper Wilson, 15-year-old, having discovered her best friend, Leo Dooley's inventor stepdad has three bionic, super-powered teens living cloistered in a secret lab beneath his home, brings them out into the world.
• Season 1-4
• Chase Davenport x f...
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Over time, Harper and Leo had each personalized their mission specialist desks. Leo's desk was adorned with action figures and gadgets, each item reflecting his unique interests. He had figurines from various genres, including superheroes, aliens, and obscure villains.
On the other hand, Harper's desk had a more personal touch. She had a picture of her and her sister in a small frame, alongside a simple pencil cup field with pens, highlighters and markers. It wasn't extravagant, but it provided her with a sense of grounding when she needed to focus.
Harper was engrossed in typing a report on her laptop when Adam, Bree and Chase entered the Lab. The three of them were animated, their energy palpable as they discussed their latest mission.
"Guys, that was awesome!" Leo exclaimed, jumping up from his seat with his usual excitement. "You just prevented the biggest oil spill in history!"
Leo gave him a deadpan look. "If only we could've prevented that disaster of a pun."
Bree turned toward Mr. Davenport with a playful smirk. "Hey, Mr. Davenport. Anything you'd like to say to us, rhymes with, 'good job'?"
"The answer's in the clue." Adam whispered.
Mr. Davenport approached the bionic siblings, holding his tablet in one hand, his expression unreadable. "What were you guys thinking?"
Adam immediately shook his head. "Nope. Not even close. Two more guesses."
"You completely ignored my mission plan, improvised everything, and jeopardized the entire mission." Mr. Davenport scolded firmly and frustrated before walking past them and heading toward the cyber desk.
"Mr. Davenport, we bust our butts all the time, and all you ever do is sit around the Lab making lists of what we did wrong." Chase complained.
"I do not just sit around making lists of..." Mr. Davenport trailed off as he glanced at his tablet, seemingly caught in his own words. He quickly hid the device under his arm. "Things you did wrong."
"That's true." Leo chimed in, his voice light but mischievous. "He also practices Tai Quan Do in his tighty-whities."
Harper nodded. "Yeah, if I hadn't said anything he'd probably still be in them now."
"They are not tighty-whities. They are breathable exercise briefs." Mr. Davenport corrected.
Eddy then appeared on the screen. "Whatever they are, keep your swinging high kicks away from my screen."
Mr. Davenport's gaze sharpened as he turned back toward the bionic siblings."Look, you guys got lucky this time, but without my precise planning you are opening yourselves up for disaster. So just follow my orders."
