The Rise of Seven

Calla's POV 
I stepped out of the limo and onto the sidewalk, staring up at the massive skyscraper in front of me. The entire building seemed to be made up of these massive towers, but this building was different. Not just because of the sleek, stylish design or the fact that it stood high above the others, but because of the...special addition on the front of the tower, poking out from what I guessed was the 40-something-th floor.
"Is that your head?" I questioned, twisting around to give my boss, a Mr. Donald Davenport a look. He chuckled, nodding.
"The building needed a little something." He replied.
"And what's better than a massive bust of your head?" Chase added jokingly, grabbing a couple of bags from the trunk of the limo. He walked over to me, handing me my duffel bag. "Here."
"Thanks." I smiled at him before looking back at the building, Davenport Tower. This is where Mr. Davenport and his brother Douglas had started their careers as inventors and entrepreneurs and for the foreseeable future, it was to be my home. Our home.
"Let's go." Bree insisted, adjusting her jacket and shouldering her own duffel bag. After thanking the chauffeur, Mr. Davenport followed her inside.
"You ready?" Chase asked me, offering me his hand. I smiled and took it, my stomach full of butterflies, although whether it was nervousness or excitement, I did not know.
It had been a crazy week for all of us, that's for sure. Three days ago, I'd fallen asleep in my own bed at the Bionic Academy, where I'd previously worked as a mentor for the young bionic students. But after the upgrade that Davenport and Douglas had given to the students, and after a brief kidnapping by the older Davenport's psychotic ex-girlfriend and the android enemy we made when we were sixteen, the students no longer needed us. So Davenport had made us a new offer to help form a new team, to start a new adventure. And while our beloved friends and family, Adam, Leo and Jaden had stayed behind in Mission Creek to handle things there, Bree, Chase and I had agreed to come to Centium City to help Mr. Davenport with this new project.
"What floor are we going to?" Bree's voice drew me out of my thoughts as the elevator continued to rise, the numbers flashing across the screen above the doors growing higher and higher.
"The top one." Mr. Davenport grinned at her, clearly excited to show us our new home. Finally, the elevator stopped, the screen shining the number '110' at us in bold, red lines.
The elevator doors opened up to a tiny hallway, a stylish light fixture the only thing in the room aside from a grey door a few feet away from us.
"This is the 110th floor of Davenport Tower." My boss informed us as he pulled out a key card and swiped it across the scanner. "And this is your new home."
The door opened and we all stepped inside, glancing around the room. It was just as stylish as his home back in Mission Creek, but with a brown, blue and grey color scheme instead. The living room was large, with twice the amount of room that we'd actually need for the four of us, increasing my suspicion that we wouldn't be the only ones on this new team of his. The entire far wall was made of glass, giving us an incredible view of the city, and revealing a large terrace just beyond the kitchen.
"Eight chairs." Chase noted quietly, nodding at the large kitchen table. Sure enough, there was room for eight around the table and more room at the kitchen island.
"This is incredible!" Bree exclaimed, looking around.
"Check out that view." Chase agreed.
"I love it already." I breathed, still looking around. I noticed two sets of stairs in the room, one near the kitchen area, and the other sitting between the front door and a sleek fireplace. A few feet away from the fireplace was a desk with a couple of chairs, a large computer screen in front of it.
"This is where I spent my years as a bachelor." Mr. Davenport reminisced nostalgically. "Oh, if these walls could talk...oh, wait. They can talk. Walls off! Walls off!"
"Amazing." I murmured, looking out the window. You could see the cars speeding through the streets below us, so very different from our little town in California.
"Hey, come out on the terrace for a second." Mr. Davenport urged us, heading towards the set of glass doors. "I want to show you something."
The doors opened up for us as we walked out onto the terrace, the midday sun shining down on us. Just like inside, the terrace was nicely decorated, with a number of fake plants, a few beach chairs and a small side table with a couple comfortable looking chairs sitting next to it. In the middle, only a few feet away from the terrace's half wall, was a massive holographic emblem. It was shaped like a black shield with a glowing blue outline, and the letters E and F, positioned back to back in large, bold silvery letters, sat directly in the middle, the top lines of their lettering poking out just past the edge of the emblem.
"This holographic emblem represents your new team, or as I like to call it, an Elite Force." Mr. Davenport us.
"Cool." Chase grinned. "So when do we get to meet the others?"
Mr. Davenport smiled slyly at that. "Right now."
He reached forward and swiped his hand through the emblem. It began to spin wildly, glowing brighter and brighter until it disappeared in a white light, revealing the four people hidden behind it.
The first one, the one on the left, was a skinny guy with short brown hair. He wasn't particularly tall, I noted, not that much taller than Bree. On the right was a young woman with slightly curly brown hair, with the ends a much lighter shade than most of her hair. Just behind them was a taller, black haired boy with a serious expression on his face. And in front of all three of them was a tall girl with a short, auburn colored bob cut, the bangs falling into her face. All four of them appeared to be maybe a year or two younger than us, and were standing with their arms crossed, clearly trying to look heroic and cool or something.
I recognized all of them on sight; Oliver, Skylar Storm, Kaz, and Dani. We'd met Oliver, Skylar, and Kaz several months ago, due to Chase being seriously injured by an intruder in the Academy. The boys had worked at a hospital for superheroes (and I thought my job was the coolest one out there), and had offered to help save his life while Skylar helped Adam, Bree, and Jaden track down the intruder. As for Dani, I'd met her only a couple of weeks after that, at a Comic Con convention that went from cool to crazy after we were kidnapped by a giant and a lizard dude. I had to admit though, as much as I liked the four of them, I was surprised to see them here.
"Check it out! I used the 3D hologram wall! Kaz, Skylar, Dani, and Oliver had been standing here the entire time!" Mr. Davenport exclaimed gleefully. The four of them exchanged annoyed looks.
"Yes. Five hours, to be exact." Oliver told us, sounding impatient.
"Let's not forget the two hours of him telling us how to stand." Skylar added, equally annoyed. Mr. Davenport gave her a peeved look.
"Obviously we needed three hours, because you're still not doing it right." He retorted, adjusting where she was facing.
"It's great to see you." Chase told them before glancing at Mr. Davenport. "What are they doing here?"
Then Chase, Bree and I felt a strong breeze.
"Haven't you heard?" The three of us see someone floating just past the terrace. 
We recognized him almost immediately due to the fact he assisted us on several occasions. 
"What are you doing here, Superman?" Bree questioned. 
He ignored Bree's question.
"Mighty Med was destroyed." Superman informed them.
"What?" Bree demanded. Kaz sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He hit a few buttons, then held it out for us to see.
It was a devastating picture, not a sight that was easy for us to see, and it must have been so much worse for them. It showed the remains of what appeared to be a massive building, most of it in ruins. The remaining, half-destroyed walls were coated in soot and ash, with flashes of red in the background to show that fires had still been burning when the photo was taken. The sky was pitch black, but without the stars or moon in sight, almost as if the smoke from the tragedy was blocking them out completely. I swallowed a lump in my throat, recognizing a large, red letter M on what was left of the far wall, the top right corner of the letter broken off completely.