Parker and The Super Secret Spy School

Chapter Three: Training Begins

I trudged to the Training Grounds in low spirits. I hadn't really been punished, but some how, the speech hurt worse. I mean, no one had told me how hard the students at Journey Schools worked. After taking my aptitude tests I was basically told not to get in anyones way and be sure to work on academics via the computer in my dorm room.

I pushed open the gate to the Training Ground and followed the path to the bunker I would be living in for the next few weeks.

There were ten beds total. Five on each side of a long room. A small chest sat in front of each bed. The walls were covered in old paneling and the floors creaked wherever you walked. At the end of the room was a doorway I assumed led to the bathroom.

With an over exagerated sigh I plopped down on a random bunk. My head crashed againt a pillow and I stared at the bed above. I knew that I should probably find the rest of the trainees, but suddenly it was as if all the energy in my body had leaked out. I couldn't move, or think. I just layed thre staring up.

I must have fallen asleep, becuase the next thing I knew it was dark and I was being dragged out of bed by a big meaty hand.

"What do you think you're doing cadet?!?" the voice attatched to the meaty hand demanded.

"I'm not sure," I replied and added a second later, "sir."

I turned to see the face that belonged to the meaty hand and flinched when I saw it getting redder and redder and redder. His eyebrows knitted close together and I knew I was in for it when he opened his mouth.

"Ten laps around the training grounds!" He yelled spit flying into my face. I had to fight the urge not to reach up and wipe it off right then. "And if you slow down," he threatened, "you'll get ten more laps!"

I sprinted out the of the building, ignoring the other recruits, and started to run around the track. It was half a mile for one lap. I had to run five miles with out slowing down. Sweet lord save me now.

If the early morning aerobics kicked my ass, then the late afternoon marathon was even worse. Two hours and many yelled threats later I collapsed again on my bunk and held my side as I tried to suck down air.

"You'll be running a mile before lights out for now on, cadet," barked the meaty man. "And if you have any other disciplinary issues I'll continue to add laps, understood."

I couldn't force out a reply so I just nodded.

"Excellent. Now get ready for breakfast."

No way. How could it possibly be time?