All these years have passed and I still love Maximum Ride…still my favorite series of all time.
Sigh. I'm hopeless lol!
I haven't written anything in the longest time…school has become ruthless.
But this idea has been killing me! I want to write a spy story. Like the CIA or something. So I'm starting one, right now!
Covert Affairs is my inspiration, because that show is just pure awesomeness.
Peace, guys. Hope ya like.
Flockgrl18.
VPOV
"Hello, Valencia," Jeb greeted, as I stepped forward to his desk.
"What is this about, Jeb? I was just debriefing Fang on Vladimir Petrova," I said, slightly annoyed. I hated being pulled from my duties.
Jeb looked at me curiously. "Did Fang find anything new?"
I shook my head. "Nothing at all. I can have him get closer—"
"No," he cut me off. "We don't want to expose Fang. Have him keep his distance. However," he slid a folder across his desk. "I think she would be perfect for the job."
I opened the folder. It was a profile on one of our agents in training. "Sir?" I asked, confused. "This girl is a trainee…it would be risky putting her in the field."
"Oh, I beg to differ. Check out her scores from the Farm," he said. The Farm was what we called our training center, off in the suburbs of Colorado.
I sighed and skimmed through the file.
General Information
Name: Maximum "Max" Ride
Age: 22
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 100lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Ethnicity: Half Hispanic, Half Caucasian.
Skills Assessment (Rating 1-10)
Hand-to-Hand combat: 10
Wrestling: 10
Long range shooting: 10
Weapon Assembling/Disassembling: 10
Running: 10 (Long dist. + short dist.)
Driving: 10
I stopped there. "She has all 10s…how is that possible? The only agent who has ever done that is—"
"Fang. I know," Jeb said. "Which is why I think she'd not only be a perfect partner for Fang, but I think she'd also be quite useful in our case with Vladimir."
I looked back at the file. Extra Skills: Boxing, Karate (Black Belt), fluent in six different languages—"She speaks six languages?" I said, impressed. "I'm guessing one of them is Russian?"
Jeb smirked. "Absolutely."
I was pretty shocked. She gives Fang a run for his money. "I will pull her from the Farm immediately."
MPOV
"Surely you can tell me something!" I exclaimed.
The guard escorting me sighed. "Look miss, for the fifth time, I have no idea why you are being pulled out of training. All I know is that the General wants to see you immediately." I heard that seeing the General meant trouble, so naturally I wanted to know what was going on.
I turned on the guard again. "You interfered with my target shooting, you know," I said bitterly. I loved target shooting. There I was, popping targets left and right when this idiot came out of nowhere, making me shoot a tree instead of my target. "Couldn't you have waited 'til I was done?"
"Orders are orders, ma'am," he muttered. I huffed and glared at him.
He left me upon reaching the General's office.
"Door's open, Ride," the General said. He was an angry looking man. Seriously. He was frowning, like, all the time.
"Sir, if this is about my target shooting today, I must say it really wasn't my—" I started.
"Relax, Ride. You're not in any trouble," the General said.
I sighed, relieved, and was about to sit down when the General stopped me. "Don't sit; no time for that."
I looked at him, confused. "Sir?"
"You're going in the field."
"What?!" I almost fell on my butt in surprise. I looked at him with wide eyes and stuttered, "B-But my training, I'm—I'm not even done—"
"Orders are orders. Someone higher up clearly wants you. First thing tomorrow. I suggest you leave as soon as possible. Report to Langley at 10 AM, sharp." He handed me some papers and shooed me out of his office.
Langley. I was going to CIA headquarters. I was going in the field.
…As a trainee.
Go figure.
Preview for chapter 2:
Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious stepped over to us. His face was impassive, but I swear I saw his facials twitch with my retort. "You think you got what it takes to turn one of the most dangerous men in the world?"
"No, I know I do. So what's your problem?" I asked bitterly.
"My problem is that I keep being told to stand down, and now they are throwing some trainee in to do my mission," he said, even closer to me now.
"Well sorry to wake you up, sleeping beauty, but maybe you need a reality check. Because it seems to me that clearly you aren't as skillful as you think you are."
"I'll have you know I scored a 10 on all my exams back on the Farm," he growled.
"Ha!" I placed my hands on my hips, grinning up at him smugly. "I'll have you know that I did, too!"
Just an intro! Read on for more excitement! Next up: Fang, Iggy, and the Gasman!
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