DISCLAIMER: Wow, I really don't see the point of disclaimers if we're not
making money off this site, but I have to, so the only thing I own in this
story-thingy is Abigail. If you would like to borrow her, go ahead. I don't
own Max Steel and everything else, some corporations do. Anyway, ahead to
Chapter 1.
Chapter 1: A New Face
Team Steel was in the briefing room at N'Tek headquarters. Kat, Berto, and Max sat at a polished wood table, while Jefferson Smith stood at the head of the room, trying to hold everyone's attention. That wasn't easy. The subject of the meeting was Woody Barkowski, who had recently broken out of prison. How this was accomplished was a mystery to everyone, because to put it quite plainly, Woody was a moron. Not even Smith could concentrate on what he was saying, but it had to be done. However, Smith was saved from falling asleep on the spot when a skinny redheaded girl knocked timidly on the door.
"Ah, Abigail!" Smith exclaimed, happy for a distraction, "Come on in. Meet Team Steel. From left to right it's Max, Kat, and Berto. Max and Kat are field agents, and Berto works here at N'Tek." He didn't mention Josh, or the type of research Berto was involved in. Newcomers were usually kept pretty much out of the loop until it was sure they could be trusted. To the three teens in front of him he said, "Guys, this is Abigail Nicholson. She'll be interning here for a while. Today is her fifth day here."
The girl walked slowly towards the front of the room and stopped three feet from the man. Max, Kat, and Berto studied her with curiosity. Usually when someone new arrived at N'Tek, everyone knew within a day or so.
"You've been here five days and we've never seen you before. That's um...unusual," Kat noted, staring at the girl.
Abigail, staring down at her feet mumbled something that sounded like "I'm quiet".
"Well, I don't want to keep you from your work any longer. Was there something you needed?"
Abigail looked up from her brown shoes. "I was supposed to give you this," she said, handing him a small yellow piece of paper. Turning to leave the room, she knocked a stack of papers off the table, and then, blushing furiously, strode quickly out the door.
Smith picked up the papers from the floor before reading the memo and rolling his eyes. "It's as if he likes prison," he muttered.
"Woody?" Max groaned.
"Yep. All right, you three, there's been suspicious lightning storms appearing out of nowhere all over the city. You know what to do. And Max?"
"Yeah, Dad?"
"Try to keep this Hawk intact, all right?"
Max smiled and rolled his eyes at Smith before following Kat and Berto out the door. Woody was known for using "his wrath" to conjure up lightning storms. In his eyes he was a criminal mastermind. To Team Steel he was an annoyance.
Once in the hall, Kat and Max turned right and went to the hangar, and Berto went left to the control room where he would watch the scene via Max's biolink. Berto entered the room, and sat down on a swivel chair in front of a large screen roughly the size of those at the movies. A robotic dog greeted him.
"Sit," Berto commanded. The robo-dog spun it's head around twice, barked, and then sat down next to the chair. "Good boy," Berto said. Even one command was progress, seeing as Berto the super genius in nanotechnology, could not seem to make robotic animals do anything but spontaneously combust.
Well, I know this chapter was pretty short, but I'm working on another one right now. It's my first one, so give me suggestions. If you don't like it, tell me it sucks. If you do, it would be nice to hear that too.
-Blackrose
Chapter 1: A New Face
Team Steel was in the briefing room at N'Tek headquarters. Kat, Berto, and Max sat at a polished wood table, while Jefferson Smith stood at the head of the room, trying to hold everyone's attention. That wasn't easy. The subject of the meeting was Woody Barkowski, who had recently broken out of prison. How this was accomplished was a mystery to everyone, because to put it quite plainly, Woody was a moron. Not even Smith could concentrate on what he was saying, but it had to be done. However, Smith was saved from falling asleep on the spot when a skinny redheaded girl knocked timidly on the door.
"Ah, Abigail!" Smith exclaimed, happy for a distraction, "Come on in. Meet Team Steel. From left to right it's Max, Kat, and Berto. Max and Kat are field agents, and Berto works here at N'Tek." He didn't mention Josh, or the type of research Berto was involved in. Newcomers were usually kept pretty much out of the loop until it was sure they could be trusted. To the three teens in front of him he said, "Guys, this is Abigail Nicholson. She'll be interning here for a while. Today is her fifth day here."
The girl walked slowly towards the front of the room and stopped three feet from the man. Max, Kat, and Berto studied her with curiosity. Usually when someone new arrived at N'Tek, everyone knew within a day or so.
"You've been here five days and we've never seen you before. That's um...unusual," Kat noted, staring at the girl.
Abigail, staring down at her feet mumbled something that sounded like "I'm quiet".
"Well, I don't want to keep you from your work any longer. Was there something you needed?"
Abigail looked up from her brown shoes. "I was supposed to give you this," she said, handing him a small yellow piece of paper. Turning to leave the room, she knocked a stack of papers off the table, and then, blushing furiously, strode quickly out the door.
Smith picked up the papers from the floor before reading the memo and rolling his eyes. "It's as if he likes prison," he muttered.
"Woody?" Max groaned.
"Yep. All right, you three, there's been suspicious lightning storms appearing out of nowhere all over the city. You know what to do. And Max?"
"Yeah, Dad?"
"Try to keep this Hawk intact, all right?"
Max smiled and rolled his eyes at Smith before following Kat and Berto out the door. Woody was known for using "his wrath" to conjure up lightning storms. In his eyes he was a criminal mastermind. To Team Steel he was an annoyance.
Once in the hall, Kat and Max turned right and went to the hangar, and Berto went left to the control room where he would watch the scene via Max's biolink. Berto entered the room, and sat down on a swivel chair in front of a large screen roughly the size of those at the movies. A robotic dog greeted him.
"Sit," Berto commanded. The robo-dog spun it's head around twice, barked, and then sat down next to the chair. "Good boy," Berto said. Even one command was progress, seeing as Berto the super genius in nanotechnology, could not seem to make robotic animals do anything but spontaneously combust.
Well, I know this chapter was pretty short, but I'm working on another one right now. It's my first one, so give me suggestions. If you don't like it, tell me it sucks. If you do, it would be nice to hear that too.
-Blackrose