Max's POV

We were in Dr. Martinez -aka Mom- 's house, stuffing our faces with warm chocolate chip cookies. God, I love those things. And yes, for once we weren't on the run, or being experimented on or being hunted by huge wolf dudes called Erasers. And Flyboys. It actually felt kind of strange to be able to stay in a house for a long time and not get attacked by someone who wants you dead. Yah, it's kind of sad. And when I say we, I mean me and my merry band of mutant flying bird-kids.

"So, Max," my Mom started. I turned to her, my mouth full of cookie deliciousness.

"Ya, Mom?" I replied, spewing out crumbs. And for all you people out there who are all about manners and stuff...let's just say I'm not a very lady-like girl.

"Well, remember how you went to a conference in the Capitol Building?" she asked. Oh boy, do I. When those government snobs wanted to use me and my Flock for their own selfish purposes, and even had the nerve to say it was educational and that we were completely safe. What a load of bull. That'll happen when Angel acts like a normal six year old. We are NEVER completely safe and as most of you know, me and education go together like pinecones and honey.

"What about it?" I sighed.

"Oh, I remember that! TOTAL DISASTER! (A/N Total's ears perked at that) Lol, Max like, blew them off all the way to the moon! But, like, they offered us a home and food, oh Gawd your food is delicious Mrs. Martinez, and like you were all 'No way, hosE' and they were all 'Yes way' and you said-" Just as Nudge was about to finish her blabbing, Iggy clamped his hand over her mouth, thank God.

"Nudge my ears are bleeding!" he frowned. The Flock and I call Nudge 'The Nudge Channel'; all Nudge, all the time. Partially because of her motor-mouth. Wait, scratch that, 100% because of her motor-mouth.

"Ahem, we thought that it'd be best if you could go to another conference, except this time it's a world conference, with leaders from all across the globe. Well, most of the leaders. But just to socialize, make new alliances," Mom explained, giving me a small smile. Everyone stared at her and the room went quiet for a long time. Even Nudge, whose mouth was still covered by Iggy's hand.

"What do you mean 'we'?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Er, Jeb, the members of The International Earth Science Foundation and I, Max," she said a bit quietly. Oh great, scientist Brigid Dwyer, helped decide this for us...that Fang stealer. What a flirt! And JEB? What was Dr. Martinez thinking, asking Jeb?! Well, she still trusts that douche.

"Whadoyousay, Flock? Fang?" I said, turning to face my family. They stared back at me, at my disapproving expression. Total was the first to speak up, who was keeping to himself as he downed roasted chicken and gave Akila bambi eyes. (Ella gave Akila dog food.)

"Sure, if they have good food this time," he grinned, showing doggy teeth splattered with chicken skin here and there. Yuck.

"Max, I think we should go," Angel chirped, looking at me innocently. But trust me, she's not as innocent as you think. Hey! Angel! Get out of my head! Did I mention the mind reading part?

"I'm going where Angel's going!" Gazzy yapped, just as he let out a loud toot.

"Oh GOD, Gazzy! That's DISGUSTING!" Nudge complained, pinching her nose. Everyone waved the air to try and get ride of the smell, even me. Man, that stinks! Well, that's why he's called the Gasman, you know!

"Um, Max, btw, I'm in but I really doubt this conference is going to go well," Nudge informed, through her plugged nose. Gee, thanks Nudge.

"Max..." Fang started but was interrupted by none other than Iggy.

"Nice Gaz! Stink up the whole house!"

"Ig, that's NOT funny!" I glared. "You interrupted Fang."

"Ooooooh! Fang, I LOVE you, baby! Please BEEP me tonight~!" Gazzy mocked perfectly in my voice. Iggy laughed like hell.

"GAZZY! Don't say that word! It's NOT APPROPIATE for a 8 year old to say BEEP!" I yelled, putting my hands on my hips. Wooo! One point for Max the Mom!

"Well it's not appropriate for a 14-year-old girl to say that word either!" Iggy retorted. Mom sighed and put a hand on her head. Yeah, bird-kids can cause alot of stress.

"Oh and I think we should go and see those world leader dudes. Might give us a few tips on making bombs," he finished.

"There's no way in hell you're asking important world leaders how to make freaking BOMBS! They'll think we're terrorists or somethin'!" I replied. Damn, Iggy and his bombs! You would think a blind guy could just sit around quietly and read brail all day. Clearly, not Iggy. And even if he was to read something (or rather listen to it on his Ipod), it would probably be some extremely bloody, gory book that would make me want to puke!

"Max!" Fang finnally talked. I looked at him. His eyes clearly said: 'I don't trust this conference thing.' I stared him down for a long time.

"Fine. Majority rules," I gave in. Sorry Fang, but Flock comes first, true love second. Everyone cheered, except for Fang of course.

"Okay kids! Let's get going!" Dr. Martinez exclaimed. Even she was happy. Ah well.

Turns out the world conference meeting was in Germany. I'll say this now, we had some pretty bad experiences in Germany. Itex, Ari dyeing, crazy Director (ahemDictacterahem) ladies, that superboy whats-his-name, DUNGEONS, ter Borch, and some sprinkles on top. Well, not really the sprinkles part but that would've been nice. After a LONG flight on a plane,(Yes a PLANE, when we have perfectly good wings!) we arrived at some guy's fortress. I think his name was Ludwig or something. So we barged in, went to the conference room and ya. So here we are, sitting at a long table, all nice and quiet, waiting for the leaders to show.

"So, Max, I want you to remember that the people we're seeing are VERY IMPORTANT, so no smart comebacks or anything, okay?" Angel said, breaking the silence. I was about to say 'Don't order me around!' when yet again, a certain blind guy interrupted me.

"Hah! That'll be the day, when Max doesn't sass back! She couldn't keep quiet even if her life depended on it!" Iggy snickered. I glared at him. But then stupidly realized that he can't see.

"Iggy, I'm glaring at you," I stated.

"Aren't you guys hungry? I'm starved! Bird dog's gotta eat to ya know!" Total complained.

"Hey, Dr. Martinez, can we get some grub? It's been kinda 8 or 9 hours since we last ate!" Gazzy asked.

"Yah, I'm soooooooooooo hungry too, like Total! I could really go for a milkshake or burger or something! I could, like, eat a COW I'm so hungry! Do they have any McD's around here in Germany? I sure hope they do! If they do could you order me some of those McHeartAttack things? Like, three of them? Oh, and the fried pies! God, they are delicious! Like-" Nudge started but was cut off by Fang. Everyone sighed in relief.

"Can I have wurst*? That's sold in Germany, right?" Fang said calmly.

"Er, yes it is served in Germany, Fang. And I think they have McDonalds in Germany...but I'm not sure. I'll get you guys some food, and after seeing how much you eat, I have a good idea on what to get," Mom answered, as she gave us a small chuckle and headed for the door.

"If the world leaders come, mind your manners!" she reminded and closed the door behind her.

"Okay guys, just in case if they're evil leaders, do and U and A and break that expensive-looking glass window, got it?" I ordered. We go over this each and every time we're someplace we don't know, check the possible escape routes, look for weapons, that kind of stuff. I know, we're paranoid like that.

"Got it, Cap'n!" Gazzy and Iggy chorused, giving me a solder salute.

"Oh, and Angel? No funny business with the president dudes, dictators and stuff that come in. Kapeesh?" I declared staring into Angel's baby blue eyes.

"Of course, Max," Angel smiled, as she batted her eyelashes. Man, she really does look like an angel!

"Good, because I don't want a law around the world saying that there's a free kitten day or something!" She smiled again, this time more mischievously, and I was beginning to question her listening skills.

Just then, the door burst open. We all looked up almost immediately.

"Ah, Mr. Batchelder, was it? Thank you for leading us here. We really appreciate it since Germa- er, Mr. Ludwig is in the loo," heavily british accent said. Wait a sec, Batchelder?! That's Jeb's last name!

Eigth men entered the conference room. And, yes, Jeb was with them, much to my disappointment. We studied their faces- they didn't look like Erasers or Flyboys (even if they are extinct, you can never know.)

There was a blonde with the bushiest eyebrows imaginable, another blonde stuffing his face with a burger (Nudge's tummy grumbled at the sight of him), a brunette with a curl sticking out of his head who looked like he was away with the fairies, a Japanese guy that had weird looking black hair, a pale blonde with slightly curly hair-(Wait, was he fading?!), a man with grey-pale brown hair who had the creepiest smile on his face, a Asian dude with a ponytail (Yuck!), and a French guy who wore a ridiculous bright blue cape.

We all got our glare-faces on. Angel, who was sitting beside me, nudged my arm. I still stared straight ahead, glaring like hell at the newcomers.

"Max!" she hissed. Wow, Angel hissing?! That's something new!

"What?" I said, in a annoyed tone.

"These people are CRAZY! They're insane, Max! They keep thinking about how they're nations or country's! Don't even get me started on that French guy! He's thinking things that I can't even say thanks to my virgin mouth!" I stared at her. Okay, so these people are complete nutjobs? And if that Frenchie tries anything...he'll find himself eating dirt!

Max, these people really are country's. Not nutjobs. Oh great. Hey Voice! Long time no annoy!

They are a part of the bigger picture. These people could be the ones who help you save the world. It would be good to have them at your side, Max. Yah, yah, yah. Sure Voice.

I'm serious, Max! You need to make a good impression on them because right now, they're your only hope! If you make them your enemy, the world will end faster than you can say: "Oops." Voice. You crazy thing, you. I waited for some haiku comeback, but no. The Voice shut up after that. So, now, let's see how long it'll take to piss of these so-called 'country's'.

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*wurst is a type of German sassauge.