Technopath: A Lab Rats Fanfiction (Chase Davenport x OC)

Chapter 10: Daddy Big Bucks Almost Murders Us

"Get down!" I heard Chase yell beside me as he created a force field around us.

"Adam, cover me!" Bree shouted over the noise. As Bree super sped her way across the beach to retrieve Leo who was just standing there, most likely frozen in fear, Adam used his heat vision to try and melt each of the bullets as they soared through the air, but it seemed as if they were made from something else than metal. 

"Somethings different about these bullets," Chase said. "Lead is the main component of bullets and it always melts at-"

"621° fahrenheit," I interrupted. Chase nodded, seemingly surprised that I knew such a detailed fact. I remembered it because I had a conversation with Leo a while back when Chase was still running tests on me. I asked an ungodly about each of the siblings bionics, trying to figure out how they would react under different life-threatening circumstances. Thankfully, one of the questions I asked was being fired at. 

"Adam's heat vision gets up to at least 800°, but the bullets are barely even moving from impact. They must have a programmed direction or something."

"And even with plastic or any other bullet material it would have melted just as fast," Chase said, putting two and two together. 

"Maybe I can try and stop them," I suggested. "I recognize the feeling of the tech." 

Chase shot me a confused look.

"It's hard to describe but Mr. Davenport's tech has a certain electrical field that is easy to distinguish from others. I'm certain I can stop them if I get close enough!" I said, ignoring his 

"Kayla, no" Chase said, sternly, still holding up the force field. "This whole situation is just another one of Mr. Davenports stupid training missions and I don't want you to get hurt."

Is it bad that the only thing I took from that sentence was that he doesn't want me to die from a bullet? Like he didn't HAVE to say that.

"You can barely control an alarm clock let alone this."

"Well," I said, putting my cinnamon hair in a quick ponytail. "Theres a first time for everything."

Chase tried to grab my arm to keep me with him but I was too quick. I ran out to the middle of the beach, ducking each time I heard a bullet being shot. Suddenly, I could see blue spiral lines all around the beach. It was like I could see the bullets direction before they were even being fired like I was in The Matrix or something.

The bullets embedded with microchips or some other form of technology that was made to stun and possibly embed some sort of chip after assessing the infrastructure. They were emitting faint signals that my technopathy could sense. The blue spirals I saw were their data streams, almost like visual representations and queues of the technology guiding their path.

Still weird to think that I was bionic. Sometimes I just straight up forget, do you forget? Probably.

"Kayla, get back here!" Chase's voice was filled with urgency, but I couldn't stop now. My heart raced, adrenaline coursing through me like an electrically charged cable as I focused on the spiraling lines. I had to concentrate, to tap into the invisible web of signals around me.

I extended my hands, palms facing outwards, and closed my eyes, reaching out with my mind. It was like diving into a sea of static, the data buzzing at the edge of my consciousness. Everything was so foggy.

I could hear a someones voice from a television, a song being blasted on the radio, a radar ping from in the ocean. I needed to hone in on the bullets. Ignore my surroundings even though I was an inch from death at any moment.