Cold Run
Disclaimer: I only own Max, Cam, Max's father, and the bad guy. Nothing else. I wish I owned Alex Rider but I don't.
Maxine moaned in frustration. That was the ninth tree root she had tripped over. She was bruised, bloody, covered in mud, and at her wits end. Just because her father was a general did not mean she consented to this. She stood stiffly and continued on. The obstacle course ran through dense forest and murky swamp land. She had about a quarter mile left. The rain poured down making the course and all its obstacles slippery. Ahead she saw two boys from her group. She was the only girl at school and because of that she was picked on and teased. But she ignored it for reasons of her own.
When she finally freed herself from the course she headed to the barracks. She went to the bathroom, showered, and changed into clean cloths. When she was done she headed for the mess hall. About halfway there she was stopped.
"Max, wait up!" someone called.
It was Cam. He was the only guy other than her father who was polite. He was tall and skinny for his age. He had dusty brown hair that never behave and sky blue eyes that any girl would fall for. He was always happy and smiling.
"Hey Cam what's up" she asked.
"Other than the sky. Your father wants to see you."
Oh and he was her fathers personal message boy. Max rolled her eyes, thanked Cam, and headed for her fathers office. Usually her father called her to his office if she did something wrong or if she needed to improve on something. It was never positive when she was called to his office. When she got to the door she tidied herself up a bit. Raising a fist she knocked on the door.
"Come in," came her father's deep rough voice.
She opened the door and stepped in closing the door behind her.
"Good Max you're here," said her father.
"Is this about what happened on the course today? Look I'm sorry I took so long I just kept tripping," she blurted unable to hold it in.
"No, this isn't about that," he answered.
Her father sighed and put down his reading glasses.
"You're graduating. Today, right now in fact," her father said after a few moments.
"What? Why? How? No one has gone through the course that fast," she said.
"You're ready. You passed all the tests. As for why the CSI got a call from MI6. They need a teenage female operative that has had your training. You're the only one who fits," he explained.
"So where am I going?"
"London. There you will train for two weeks then be sent on the mission."
"When am I leaving for this crazy ride?"
"Right now," said a voice behind her.
Max spun on her heels, she hadn't even heard the door open. A man was standing on the threshold with a suitcase in hand. He was tall and built like he had worked in the military a long time. She guessed the suitcase was full of her cloths.
"Name's Wolf," said the man.
"Max," she answered.
"Nice to meet you. But we really must be going," he said to her father.
"Very well," her father said.
On a whim she went over to her father and hugged him. Surprisingly he hugged her back. Without a word the two parted and Max went with Wolf.
