Sorry it be so long, I am simply wracked with guilt concerning my Couchpotato-itus.
Jezzie had butterflies on her stomach for the first time in three and a half years as she walked down the hallway with Jetpack Guy. She was usually ready for anything and never nervous- low standards had a habit of doing that to you after a few years. Jetpack Guy glanced down at her from time to time, his eyes hidden behind an incredibly dark pair of sunglasses once more.
When they reached the end of the way, her pushed open a set of double doors to show a large room that looked like an over equipped school gym. Jezzie snorted.
"I seriously went through four years of ditching PE to end up here?" she whispered. A tall girl with a tight black pixie cut swaggered up to her.
"You're the newbie, right?" she asked in a high, nasal voice. It was clear from the way she held her shoulders that she wasn't impressed.
"Sure." Jezzie shrugged, shouldering past the girl, who gave a shocked and angry gasp at such disrespect. Jezzie's butterflies were coming in waves now. They switched on when she caught people staring at her, but left when she caught sight of the Agent in charge.
"Robinson." she sighed happily. The older man saw her, and winked, pointing to his leg, free of any casts. She flashed him a thumbs-up before she felt the presence of Jetpack Guy behind her.
"How are you with sports?" he asked her flatly. Didn't this guy have any emotion?
"I'm good enough." she allowed. The girl was back again, arms crossed.
"Then run the course if you're so good." she challenged.
"M, really? The course? Look, I admit J is good, but…" Jetpack guy trailed off as he saw that Jezzie was not listening, to busy climbing a rope hand over hand. When she reached the top, she hung upside-down, her legs gripping the rope and her fingers outstretched. She hung like that while most of the gym watched breathlessly. Jezzie's fingers finally found their mark, and volleyball fell down into the arms of the waiting academy brat, a young child who was raised as a spy. While the child laughed happily, Jezzie shimmied down the rope and landed wit her feet placed apart.
"Wow." Jetpack Guy said, as Robinson instructed her to run some laps. She was fast, and was soon back in front of her gawking partner. She chuckled, and none to gently pushed his lower jaw back into place.
"Keep that up, and birds could nest." She giggled, and skipped into a large net of ropes that were ducking and twisting at different speeds and heights. A few back handsprings, some splits, and a front flip got her through.
"Oo iz zat?" a French accented boy asked. Jetpack shook his head in wonder.
"I'm pretty sure I don't know anymore." Everyone covered their ears as the loudspeaker blared into life. G's voice, twisting and bucking through static, called for Squad Delta to report to the briefing room.
"Sup, G." Jezzie greeted the gadget man as she followed her stoic partner into the briefing room. The bespectacled man was no where to be seen.
"G?" Jetpack asked, shutting the door.
"Shh!" G shushed them, jumping up from behind his desk. Jezzie jumped, knocking over a cup of cold coffee. Jetpack stuck out both of his arms, Jezzie falling into his right, and the cup falling into his left without spilling a drop. He looked smug as Jezzie huffed and shifted out of his hold. To make her point, she also "accidentally" knocked over the cup.
"What was that for?" his deep voice was thick with contempt. G was waving his arms frantically.
"No time for that, this is very important, and very secret." G was gesturing wildly, and ripped a large sheet off of a slapdash looking sleigh.
"Please don't say what I think you're about to say." Jessie pleaded.
"I need you two to go and try out my new experimental sled."
"But I said please." Jessie pouted. G wasn't listening.
"Now, I need you to take this to Ski Mountain and run it down the test course." Jetpack Guy agreed immediately, while Jezzie groaned and complained. Her complaints fell on purposefully deaf ears.
"Get on." Jetpack ordered, already sitting on the sled.
"Now way in Mod am I getting on that thing." Jezzie stood, hugging herself. Jetpack Guy growled, and she got on it front of him, holding the wheel.
A moment of silence.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jezzie flicked her hair back into Guy's mouth haughtily.
"If you want me to risk my butt, my butt sits up front." She said, and pushed off before he could protest.