instructor.
Why was he looking at her and what did he want? Maybe he was planning something evil? Harrison had warned her to be careful judging other people before she knew all the facts, but she couldnât ignore the strange feeling that crept over her when she saw him staring at her.
She shook it off and quickly turned away to join Steinberger and Linden, unaware that the new recruit had turned back and was watching her again.
âJust stare directly at the wall and stand as still as you can.â
âSteinberger, are you sure we have to do this?â Max sighed.
âOh yes, most definitely.â
âBut wonât we end up in the Plantorium?â
âThis part of the Wall will take us directly to Quimby.â
The Wall of Goodness. The only object in Spyforce Max had a personality clash with.
Max, Linden and Steinberger stared at the solid stone wall, waiting for the atoms to start reconfiguring in its jelly-like identification process.
âCome and get me, Wall.â With Linden, of course, there was no clash. He and the Wall might as well have been old soccer buddies.
âYou will notice the Wall start to move ââ Steinberger began.
âWe know, like jelly. Can you hurry it up?â If Max had to do this she wanted it to be fast.
After a few more seconds, the Wall wavered in front of them before reaching out and slowly enveloping them. Linden and Steinberger were sucked through in a quiet, no-fuss slurp, while Maxâs dirt-smeared body was jiggled, massaged and wrestled like a football during a grand final.
Then it stopped.
âHey, Wall, maybe you could choose some other time to flake out. Iâve got work to do.â
Nothing.
Max stood glued in her Wall-surrounded state. Maybe this time she really wouldnât get through. What was the Wall doing? Why wasnât it moving? How come â¦
âAaaaah!â
The Wall finally chose to spit her out the other side and she was sent sprawling across the highly polished lab floor, stopping in front of a small, nondescript red door and several pairs of feet.
âMax! How lovely to see you again. Now we can get started.â Quimby stared down at her with her hands in her lab coat and a bright purple scarf on her head attempting to hold in her long unruly hair. Max dragged her ego-dinted body from the ground and followed the inventor as she unlocked the door and opened it onto the testing area.
âWhat do you think?â Steinberger asked in his chuffed kind of way.
Max stared. It wasnât quite the VART-like hangar full of gadgets and vehicles that sheâd imagined.
âItâs a lake.â She gazed at the vast and seeminglyendless blue expanse of water before her, fringed with grass and trees.
âIt is. Kind of.â Quimby smiled as a fish splashed through the surface and somersaulted before falling back into the water.
âBut weâre in the middle of London!â Linden needed to make sure the Wall of Goodness hadnât spat them into a different place.
Quimbyâs face exploded in a smile of excitement. âYes, we are, but with a clever mix of physics and nature, weâve created the naturescape you see before you. You see, what we did â¦â
Quimby explained her work to the others but Max heard none of it as she strode along the bank of the lake.
âIs there an end to this?â Max walked on, but before Quimby could say anything to stop her, her head rebounded off something hard.
âOw!â
âLooks like there is,â Linden said.
Quimby tried to conceal a smile. âIt does look like itâs never-ending, but thatâs because its borders are carefully concealed.â
âIsnât that amazing?â Steinberger gasped.
âYeah. Amazing.â Max rubbed her head.
âThe machines we test in this area havebuilt-in sensors so they automatically stop when they approach solid objects. Perfect for manoeuvring through