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Thrill of the chase

Glaring she slipped back into the shadows. Fine, if he wants to play we'll play. This went on for about half an hour before she spotted him walking smugly toward his car.

As he reached for the handle, he turned unfortunately it was too late. Letting out a defeated yell he was slammed into his car, quickly recovering he turned on his attacker slamming fist after fist into her face.

Blocking most of the hits she swung her leg round, tripping him.

"Bitch," he choked out.

"Loser" she replied, kicking him in the stomach. "Face it Ames you just can't hack it. I'm stronger, faster and basically I'm just better than..." she didn't finish the sentence as White grabbed her foot and twisted her leg from under her. Landing in a heap on the floor, Max just glared at him.

"Sorry, you were saying?" he grinned standing slowly.

"Shuttup" she snapped grabbing his harm and hauling herself to her feet.

Shaking his head he turned back to his car and got in.

"You coming or not?" he taunted, knowing full well what the answer was. Rolling her eyes, she sauntered round the car and climbed in. Instinctively she twiddled with the radio. He never had decent stuff playing.

Looking over at him she could barely contain the anticipation flowing through her.

Yup.

Thrill of the chase.

Blood of the enemy.

That's what being a soldier was all about, and if you asked her it wasn't all that bad.

A/N Sorry it's so short.

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