TARGET PRACTICE
Max is out on the football field behind West Roswell High (true we haven't seen it but I has to be there) throwing javelins over and over again. he can't seem to get them any further than 20 feet. He sees a shape in the distance and recognizes it as Michael. And Michael is doing his "I'm very pissed off" walk. "Great, just what I need right now. Another fight with Michael. God, I know I don't believe in you, but give me strength," Max thinks to himself. Michael reaches max and starts right in, "So let me get this straight, you go and save a dozen kids, leaving your handprint on them, thereby most likely leading the FBI straight to us, thereby compromising our very existence and you deal with this by throwing pointy sticks?" Max takes a breath to contain himself before he responds to Michael. "The only thing I have compromised as of late is my gym grade while skipping class to solve all of our crises, hence the throwing of the sticks." "Nice to see you've got priorities. Passing gym class, on one hand, evading a slow and painful death on the other, your right, this is much more important. Did Tess find you?" Max sighs, "She was looking for me?" Michael rolls his eyes, "When isn't she, I swear, your shadow gives you more space." As Michael has been talking Max's throws have gotten more and more erratic. "Listen, Michael, I'd love to talk all day about how I'm going to get us all killed, but I really have to do this. You want me to pull off the impossible , to solve all of our problems in one action, how would you suggest I do that?" As max ends his sentence, he heaves his last javelin, Tess, who has been hiding in some bushes, decides to come out at this instance, the javelin hits her, piercing her heart and killing her. Max and Michael are both silent for a moment. "Well," Michael says, "You read my mind. And you really ought to get extra credit for that." the end