*Tris *
I am in Max's office, he is talking about training. " The first part of training is physical, and the second part is mental, but you don't have to do the second part because you already provided that you can handle your self. Training will take a week if needed. " After he is done I say ok then walk out.
I found the training room. It has a lime of targets. I go to a table that has nife and stand at the 50 yard line. Inhale, aim, exhale, throw. I hit dead center. I hear clapping. I blush and say thank you and run outside. I fined a tree and clime up it and sit in it.
☆After training (too lazy)☆
I am on my way to LA.When I get off the plane I trie to find a kid named Zeak. I see him standing do a all flack car and tinted windows. "Hi , I am Tris, you must be Zeak." I say without letting him talck. He gust nods his head. I get in his car and go to the FBI headquarters.
____________________________________________ Sray it is so short. Hope you like it. ; D
