I swear. I’m just a kid. What would I be doing spying?’ Agent Max Remy yelled at the locked prison door. Her tied hands squirmed in the rope behind her. It was itchy and thick and, even from there, smelled of cow manure. ‘And couldn’t you find a less stinky rope?’ Trouble was, Max had been spying. And she’d been caught. Max and her spy partner, Linden Franklin, were members of the elite intelligence agency, Spyforce. They were in Nigeria, in the city of Lagos, on the verge of uncovering an animal smuggling ring when soldiers spied Max pointing her camera at them and had them thrown in jail on charges of spying. After being held for six hours in a hot and airless cell, circled by scuttling cockroaches and the occasional scorpion, the metal door opened with a whine. The four imprisoning soldiers entered and positioned themselves at attention against the wall, while the officer in charge followed behind and circled the two young spies with slow, ominous steps. He wore dusty army greens, a dismissive smirk and large, mirror-lensed sunglasses.
