Chapter 1
"Come on,Max! You can do it! Keep running! Just another mile to the drop!" I whispered to myself. My name is Maximum Evangeline Ride. I'm 26 years old and running for my life from some of the most dangerous people on earth. You might ask how an ordinary,everyday college student from Fort Worth, Texas could end up running for her life? I'll tell you. It was an ordinary school day as I walked through the doors of my English class room...ordinary except for ONE thing...only my teacher, Mr. Walters, and two men in black where standing in the room.
"Ms. Ride?" the tall, dark haired agent asked. He was quite charming...black silky hair slid over one side of his dark rimmed sunglasses.
"Depends on who's asking" I retorted, my voice fulling of curiosity and a little bit of fear.
"On March 6th you were given a math and logistics test evaluating your ability to think logically under stress. You finished the most complex test in the world...in under 4 minutes" replied the other agent. He was almost as tall as the first guy but with blond hair and blue eyes.
"It wasn't that complex...you just had to solve the math problems to figure out the placement of those blocks" I stated.
"Ms. Ride..." said the first guy, the handsome one. "Those are seen as separate tests by
almost everyone who takes them. You are among the top 1% in the WORLD that figures out those tests are related" he continued.
"Ok. Cool. What exactly does THAT mean?" I sassed back. Then they go on to explain that they wanted me to work for this "agency" called CIAI. It stands for "Central Intelligence Against Itex". They explained Itex was an agency kidnapping children and doing experiments on them, torturing them, and mind controlling them till they were old enough to carry out missions. They said they were working to try and bring them down...and that they need people like ME for the job. I agreed after many hours of talking,arguing, and questioning the guys. 7 months later here I am..running through the Arizona desert after stealing a vile of 98% human 2% avian blood that they had mixed together and was injecting poor innocent children with. I had run 3 miles and my sides felt as if daggers were digging in them. The cool, crisp, clean desert air invaded my lungs keep me awake and running. My heart felt like a thousand drums beating in unison . 15 more feet to go, I can do it...I ran really hard the last two feet and pulled out my shoot just as I threw myself off the scarlet red cliff. The long brown hair whipping through the wind as I descended. The eight men that had been chasing me shot at me from above but it was pitch black so missed but at least five feet. After I landed I dis attached myself from the shoot running about 12 feet over to a dark, hunter green jeep that held Fang, that tall dark haired agent from that day.
"You got the vile?" he inquired.
"Yeah" I replied, vaguely aware of anything. I had been up 57 hours sneaking around that facility and I was tired. I slept all the way back to CIAI headquarters, which was in Washington D.C., right under the Lincoln memorial.