The Lost

Not so fast

"Welcome...to the training grounds." The elevator door hissed open.

They stepped through and Annabeth stopped dead in her tracks. The very first thing she saw was a 2000 foot rock climbing column. She walked into the space a bit further and the elevator hissed closed again.

She walked more slowly after The Curator. She saw a few people working out in here already. Those who were closest stopped and watched. They had heard of the exploits of a new operative, and now they were seeing her walking onto the training grounds.

They more or less gawked at the fact she was wearing a dress and knee high boots. They wondered how she would be able to perform in those kind of clothes.

"Here you can push yourself to your limits. We would prefer if you trained your human side while here. Your cybernetic components have automatically adjusted the power output to the level your body would naturally produce. Those settings change as you increase your natural speed, strength and endurance." The Curator stopped and looked at Annabeth "Following along?"

She nodded. "Yes, Curator."

"Good. Follow me." He turned left and she followed him to a locker room. "As you are the only female warrior here at present, this locker room is yours. Please choose a locker and change. Unless you want to run the risk of dirtying your dress. You can keep your boots on though." He said as he turned and walked from the room.

She took a few moments to let it all sink in. This place....was a playground to her. She quickly dressed, happy to have something physical to do! She walked back out in a clean workout outfit. Her boots on over the legs of the workout pants. She had her hair pulled back in a tight bun.

The Curator looked her over, nodding to himself. "Now, to begin. This facility is 3 miles around from this point

Start running." He pulled out a stop watch.

She grinned and took off. She was definitely slow as a human but she finished three miles in 15 minutes. By the time she had gotten back to The Curator, a small group had gathered. He clicked the stop watch and looked at the time. "15 minutes 12.48 seconds. Not bad for your first run." He looked to his right. "Antonio. Show Ms. Annabeth what we can expect from her in the future."

A tall tan individual stepped forward. He was stacked with muscles and only wearing gym shorts. He looked down on her, literally. He was 6 ft 4 at least and had to look down at her or kneel.

"GO!" The Curator shouted and they both both ran. Annabeth was going for speed now, not endurance. Antonio laughed as he easily kept pace. "Too slow." He said a mile into the run and he began to really run, his legs fully extended. It was like watching someone just gliding on air over the land.

She tried to speed up, but her footing became unstable and she fell. She fell hard. She busted open her chin and scraped her elbow. Adrenaline spiked, and she tried to stand, before her human mind was made dizzy. She looked down. During her fall, she dislocated her her wrist, and her fingers were out of place. 'Oooooowwwww' she screamed internally.

A couple of guys came rushing over, having witnessed the fall. Upon seeing the wrist, fingers and blood one of them yelled. "MEDIC!!"

The Curator was there soon after, setting down with a small jet-pack built onto his back. "Oh my. Annabeth. Lets get you back to the lab. Do you need to grab your dress?" He asked.

She shook her head. She didn't dare speak right now. She was already on the verge of tears. The Curator administered some morphine, and she eventually quieted and fell asleep.

Antonio picked her up and they returned to the medical facility where they reset her wrist and fingers, and then they put her in a soft cast for a few days...