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I opened my eyes and looked around, memories of the past day or so rushing back to me. I groaned and rubbed my head, getting up like a brainless zombie and dressing up in something other than yesterday's clothes. I remembered that Fury said there would be "physical tests" done to me, whatever the hell that meant, so I changed into my volleyball outfit -- the only thing that was worthy of the title workout clothes.
I walked around the place until a found a hee-uge, ginormous, insanely large area with tons of men and women dressed in navy blue uniforms working on computers and talking about birds, or airplanes. Most of them were consumed in their work, so they barely glanced my way. One guy was playing Galaga though... typical procrastinator right there, ladies and gentlemen.
"It looks like you've found our main area." Fury said with pride. I spun on my heel and looked at the director.
"Yeah... do you guys have any breakfast around here, or do you just starve them so they can work?" I asked, gesturing to the men and women.
He rolled his eyes and continued to speak, "Go out from those doors, make a right then keep walking. You'll find your dad eating breakfast too." He said, looking around and pressing buttons on the touch-screen computers surrounding him.
"Thanks... what kind of physical tests are we doing today?" I raised my eyebrow as I started to make my way out.
"Running, stability, agility, strength, seeing how long it takes 'till you fatigue, the usual." He said nonchalantly. I coughed semi-dramatically and put my hands on my hips.
"The usual? What do you do to these people?!" I exclaimed, then walked away. He chuckled, but got right back to work as he always did.
I ambled through the hallways, intimidated by all the security guys carrying guns, then entered the room where dad was eating.
"Be prepared, the mile is coming." I sighed dreadfully, grabbing a plate and putting some scrambled eggs and fruit on it. I sat next to him and began to eat.
"And what's so bad about a mile?" He asked, stuffing his face.
"It's so... boring. In Brooklyn we have to do it three times each year, until we're able to do the physical fitness test. I always got the presidential award... the qualifications were easily met. But my whole entire school is filled with girls who are more obsessed about breaking a nail than actually doing something as mundane as running a mile." I explained as I turned the TV on, starting to flip through the channels. I settled on the news channel with that hot weatherman, partly because all the other shows would be mildly inappropriate for him... and then there's the Jersey Shore, and c'mon, he's not ready for that. He nodded while I told him everything, and then chuckled at the part about the girls.
"Are they still like that?"
You have no idea..." I said, filling up my mouth with honeydew.
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"On the count of three, you'll run around the track four times, as fast as you can." Fury said. We were outside on the deck of Hydro-Base, surrounded by planes and other men running around.
"Got it chief." I said, positioning myself into a running stance.
"Ready, set, go." He said monotonously. Damn, I thought he'd say it with some pizazz.
I burst into a full sprint, the wind making my ponytail elevate from my shoulders and into the air. Before I knew it I was done with the mile, and wasn't t breathless at all. To be honest, I had to run slow enough at my school so that I wouldn't be considered as 'abnormal.' I ran at a good six minutes, the norm for people on the track team.
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