Mere seconds after standing up and offering the woman her hand, an immense, frightening group of what Bree assumed to be barbarians surrounded her and aggressively pointed their spears at the bionic teen, seemingly about to attack. Before she had time to react, however, the woman spoke to them in a foreign language, to which they responded by lowering their weapons. Blowing a soft sigh of relief, she looked back to the woman, who took her outreached hand and stood up, brushing down her dress.
❝My bionic chip... which my brother, Chase, must’ve tweaked to make my navigation system go haywire as revenge for a prank, ugh..❞ Bree gave an exasperated sigh, throwing her head back in frustration.










