Sigh. My first fanfic went unread. I cry. Oh well! On with the new, some people say, so I will try again. This time Max and her wondrous band of flying mutants go to a photo shoot. :] Hope ya like it!

A light breeze ruffled my feathers, pinching my cheeks and pulling at my hair. I swooped down to grab an air current, laughing with joy at being in the air again. I looked back at my flock. Angel and Gazzy were racing, Nudge was (surprise) talking to Iggy, and Fang was shooting we funny looks at my immaturity. I sighed. Fang. After the whole deal in Hawaii, I didn't know what to expect. I mean, the whole flock knew that we had feelings for each other, but where do we go from here? Does he even still like me?

Don't worry Max. He's like, obsessed over you! Angel's voice rang in my mind. I glanced at her, nodding my head in thanks.

"Uh, Max? Bridge." Fang told me. For a moment, I didn't get what he was saying. When I turned back around, I had to drop down about ten feet to avoid an overpass. Wow. Embarrassing much? Fang's face showed nothing, but Gazzy and Iggy were cracking up, and Nudge and Angel were barely concealing grins.

"Well if you didn't spend do much time making cow eyes at your lover Fang, maybe you could pay more attention." Iggy just dodged a well aimed punch from Mr. Dark and Silent, and I felt blood flooding my cheeks.

"Cow eyes? Eww! Cows have huge eyes! They're a big dinner plates. Only not that big. Max doesn't have dinner plate eyes. She had pretty eyes. Do you wear contacts? Have you ever thought that Iggy might not be blind, and he just needs glasses? Maybe we should get you tested. You know that book Harry Potter? If he has so much money, why doesn't he just by contacts instead of those huge dorky glasses? I mean, I never read the books, but wouldn't that be better than ugly glasses? For that matter, can vampires get AIDS? They're sucking all that blood, so somebody they get blood from must have AIDS, right? Can it kill the vampi-" Gazzy clamped a hand over Nudge's mouth. I let a silent whoop of joy. I love her, but that's a lot of words.

"Max? the building we're looking for is right around the corner." Angel reminded me of our task. Ugh. We had to go to a photo shoot for our campaign with Mom. I guess we're the new poster kids. Anyway, we're in Boston, and we're supposed to go to some agency and get our pictures taken. Oh. Freaking. Joy.

We decided to walk, because we were in the city. The crowded, noisy, busy city of Boston. The younger kids looked around in awe, Fang held no facial expression, but Iggy and I were nearly quivering in our worn out converse. There were so many people. and any one of them could be an Eraser.

Max, there are none.

Sorry Angel. Old habits die hard. But there could be M-geeks. So be on the lookout. She nodded, and conveyed the message to the other flock members.

The building in front of us looked like just another real estate building on the nicer side of town. The only way we knew it was there was the small sign in the window the read "Stronghold Models". And our built in GPS, but hey, that's standard. We walked up the steps and through the door, to find one of my favorite people in the world.

"Mom!" I yelled to the woman sitting in the waiting room, looking around anxiously. Her head jerked up, just in time to be tackle-hugged by four bird kids. Iggy waited for a hug until we got off, and Fang settled for a friendly handshake.

"Oh my good, I was nearly calling the cops to find you. You are a half an hour late, and even though I know you guys are perfectly capable, you never know in a big city like this." She made eye contact with all of us, conveying her point.

"Don't worry! Max just almost flew into the overpass!" Gazzy pointed out. I made a note to smack him later. Mom cast me a suspicious glance, but shrugged it off.

"Let's go sign in." She shooed the others off to a well decorated waiting room (Fang did not look happy at being shooed, but he was gonna have to deal), and pulled me to the check in counter. "I put you on as care-taker of the flock, so you will have to give her the information." I shrugged, as the young woman behind the desk asked me the ages of the flock, and their clothes size. I estimated, as well as I could. After a lot more questions about their shoes sizes, I started to get tired. I shook out my aching wings, and she gasped.

"You...you have...you've got...win-" She was cut off by a middle aged man in an expensive suit.

"There's our famous bird girl! You're late for your shoot!" He grabbed my shoulders, and I was about to knock him straight to next Thursday, but Mom gave me a look that said "He's-not-some-freaky-robot-please-don't-kill-him-he's-going-to-make-our-campaign-a-lot-of-money. Or something like that.

"Yeah, well, a bridge decided to jump in my path on the way here." I mumbled, feeling uncomfortable. He gave a big laugh, that seemed a bit to hardy to be real. I finally let go of my shoulder, and grabbed my hand in a shake.

"I'm John Grassel, the owner of this here building." He shook hands with Mom too, and said "Well, let's go see this flock of yours, eh?"

Fang's head snapped up as we entered. The others gave us their attention, waiting.

"Um, this is John. He owns this place." I pointed to each flock member "That's Angel, Nudge, Gazzy, Iggy... where's Fang?" The others looked around, and after a moment, he stepped out of the shadows. A flicker of a grin lit on his face when John jumped. "Yeah. That's Fang."

"Well, uh, nice to meet you all. Let's get started, shall we?" After that, was total chaos.

Well, chapter one!!! All this really happens, and you will not believe how many questions they ask! Anyway, I didn't do the disclaimer yet.

I own nothing but one fat cat, the overpass, and a snickers bar.

Luv you all! REVIEW!!!! please? You can have my (virtual) snickers?

~MK~