"Aww Max, come on. It wasn't gonna be a large bomb just a tiny, itty-bitty little baby bomb." Gazzy Jumped up and down trying to reach the unfinished bomb I held in my hand. Ahh the advantages of being taller than most everyone else. As you probably guessed Gazzy or Gasman (don't ask why you might have to find out the hard way) was in the process of building a bomb with his blind (yes blind) partner in crime, Iggy. I continued to hold the mass of wires and other gadgets I didn't completely understand.
"I told you, no more bombs." I repeated for what had seemed like the thousandth time.
"But what if we need it. I mean what if a whole pack of flyboys ran into this very room and we didn't have any bombs to blow them up with." Gazzy stopped jumping and resorted to pleading. He copied Nudge's bambi eyes and starred directly at me. I didn't work for him the way it worked for Nudge.
"Not gonna work." I turned my back and walked out of the room holding the mass out in front me. Man, how I wished I was certain this thing wasn't gonna go off while I was holding it. Oh well we'll have to see and hope for the best.
I walked through the back door of the old abandoned house we were now residing in. Still holding the bomb, I leapt into the air, letting my wings fan out carrying me upward. After I travled out about 200 hundred feet I let the bomb fall into the mountains. It collided with a bare tree and hey, what do ya know it didn't explode.
BOOM!
never mind
I flew back to the house and ran straight to Iggy's room. And of course, there he was, fusing another one of those hunks of metal I try desperately to keep out of the house. He turned to the sound of my tapping foot.
"My arms are crossed and Im not happy." I explained sometimes I thought that it might be easier if he could see when I'm mad.
Iggy smiled then handed over the bomb with a somewhat sad look about his face.
"where do you keep getting these I mean really. It's like I cant get them out of the house before you start building another one." Iggy smiled up at me. I glared down at him and I knew he could feel it.
Angel, my baby, ran into the room with a panicked look on he face.
"Uhhh Max! We have a problem!" I ran toward the window and out side was the one thing I feared the most, the flyboys were back and they didn't look happy.
A/n well I hope you like it and I take all feed back and I probably will laugh at any flames. They amuse me. It tells me that you have such a low self esteem that you try and make your self feel better by making fun of me. I'm sorry but its funny to me. I guess its just my personality oh well. I'll see you flyers in the sky.
-Air