A/N: Sorry this went up late, my Internet's messed up. AHHHHH! It's so annoying.
Sorry it's a short chapter.

The End of the BS

Lieutenant Morgan, aka: the Vein, sat reading Palmer's report. Often, she looked up at us, lined up against the wall, clearly still disbelieving of what she read on it.

She put it down, lacing her fingers together and looked at Palmer.

""So you're saying these children can easily run four miles carrying heavy packs?" she asked him disbelievingly.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, looking straight ahead at the wall.

"They outperformed the rest of the cadets in every way?"

"Yes, ma'am," said the lieutenant colonel.

I smirked, it was only to be expected; we were pretty amazing.

"The eight-year-old beat your best cadet in hand-to-hand combat?"

Thrashed, more like it.

"So did the six-year-old girl ma'am. Actually, she beat the instructor also."

I shook my head, he should never have insisted on fighting all of us, now he had a lot more bruises to remember us by.

Max spoke up, "So, we want to thank you for this great experience…" she said, shifting from foot to foot a little uncomfortably, "But now we've gone through all your BS, can we go rescue my Mom,"

"Yes," she said, "Tomorrow,"

"What?!" asked Max angrily.

"We're putting you on the USS Minnesota," continued the Lieutenant, her voice not faltering in the slightest, "Which is a state-of-the-art, Virginia-class nuclear submarine with many enhanced offensive and defensive capabilities. It's on its way now from San Diego. It will arrive here at oh-three-hundred-hours tomorrow, will refuel, and be ready to deploy at oh-six-hundred hours. You will be waiting on the dock at that time. If you are two minutes late, it will leave without you. In addition, while on board the USS Minnesota, you will obey every senior officer without question, you will comport yourself with decorum and maturity, and you will do nothing to endanger the ship, its cargo, or its personnel.

I yawned. Decorum and maturity? Yeah right. Max opened her mouth but was quickly interrupted.

"Failure to follow these rules to the letter will result in your being disembarked at the closest possible location, and the mission will be scrubbed. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Man, she liked to throw her weight around. Suddenly I realised something. We were going in a submarine, a small airtight space. Crap. We were so claustrophobic.

But we had until tomorrow, maybe I could get some alone time with Max if I was lucky, and if she still wanted me.

I realised no one had said a word. I hadn't realised that was possible with us.

She glared at us each in turn.

"Oh-six-hundred-hours then," she said brusquely, "Dismissed!"

We walked out, and Gazzy started talking again.

"What should we do now?" asked Angel.

"Let's go swimming!" said Gazzy excitedly, "Please,"

He turned to Max, and it seemed that Nudge had taught him Bambi eyes. I felt a little stab at my heart as I thought of her.

Max looked at me and I shrugged. Why not?

The younger kids cheered.

A/N: I'll have to post this at school, if it comes up on the 2nd of November, then it worked. But my Internet is still screwed up so updates will be hard.