The Gauntlet
READING AGE 12+
Codi was in her element. With adrenaline pumping through her veins she sprinted flat out, desperate to put just a sliver of daylight between her and her marker. The hulking boy kept pace though, tracking her step by step down the sideline of the tackle-ball court. As they closed in on the other team's semi-circle, she saw opposite her that the ball carrier was looking for an open runner.
A quick glance around the court confirmed what she already knew. Out of the five other team members she was the only one with a realistic chance of breaking open and making a line for the goal. With that in mind she made a feint to the inside. When her marker moved to follow, she planted one foot and darted back the other way. Then a hand closed around her right arm.
Unfold
The only way she could describe the décor of the room was clinical. The walls had a too-clean shine and a single light disc in the ceiling glowed with a vibrant electric blue. Even the chair she sat in didn't feel right. It was hard, unyielding; designed for nothing but functionality. Beside her Vasco, for the first time in the whole venture, lo……
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