Zac Winters

Ever since Zap was five, he had been a secret agent working for his adoptive father. He was found orphaned outside his burning house. Max, the leader of a secret spy agency, had taught Zap’s parents and they had been his best agents. Max, to honour their memory, took Zap in and trained him to be a super spy. Zap is now 10, and is on a mission...
Zaps heart pounded as he was slammed up against a cold wall. He could feel his spine creak under the force.
“C’mon kid talk” said the masked man.
“Never!” Zap shouted, punching the offender square in the face with a bleeding fist. The man screamed as he held his face, his nose was broken. Zap fell to the floor. His back ached but he knew he could not rest because a nuclear missile would be fired at the SAS ( Zap’s agency; The Secret Academy of Spies) base.
As Zap ran out the door a terrorist soldier, also masked, fired at Zap.
“Aahhh” Zap screamed as a bullet hit him in his side. He staggered outside and fell onto his motor bike.
‘Don’t stop now, Max, SAS...’ a mixture of thoughts shrouded Zap’s mind. With much determination he slammed down on the accelerator and sped away towards the base that the missile would be fired from.
The metal guard that protected vehicles from the deep, deep valley melted as zap shot his spy phone. Zap plucked up his courage and rode straight of the cliff. A computerized voice boomed across the valley.
“Five minutes to launch” Zap was suddenly reminded of the pain in his side.
‘C’mon Zap you can do it’ he thought. Zap slammed on the brakes as he hit the ground and began to skid down a slope, towards and electric fence. Zap struggled to jump off the bike but his foot was stuck. He knew there was only one thing he could do. Zap got out his spy phone. It only had enough power to cut the bike so Zap could free himself, but that was enough.
Zap had owned his bike since his fourth birthday but he had to cut it, so he did. He jumped out of the way as his bike slammed into the fence. Zap knew his spy phone had no charge left with which he could disable the missile. Zap then remembered his belt was made of a metal that, charged with enough electricity, could disable the missile.
Zap staggered to the electric fence and charged his belt. His hand began to burn ‘humph’ he grunted as he threw the belt onto the missile. Just as the voice said “ONE” Zap disabled the missile and fell to the ground. He had fainted from loss of blood.
Zap woke up in a white room. It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light he was in a hospital bed with Max standing beside him...TO BE CONTINUED.

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