"Bonjour, mamuazel!"
I turn to see a middle aged man with a small goatee and a pair of fashionable reading glasses.
"Bonjour," I reply, "do you speak English?"
The man looks at me for a minute and finally replies in a heavy French accent, "Yes, I do."
I smile. My small lipstick stained lips widen. My green eyes focus into his sharp blue ones.
He hands me a menu.
"The special today is a is a French onion soup."
"I'll start with that then," I say quickly.
He quickly scurries away back to the kitchen to give my order to the chefs.
I make sure nobody is near and secretly pull my Blackberry from out of my pocket. I open my email to find a new message. The subject frightens me.
"Immediate Help Needed ASAP"
I open the message. I find that the message is focused on one thing.
The Flock.
"Oh god," I think. They have not been under the radar lately that I had began to think that they were dead.
They were back on though. Back and beginning to stir up trouble.
The email was asking for specially trained scientists to help create a selection of new breeds of children. They said that The Flock was going to be on our butts and to watch our backs.
As if on cue, six kids walked into the restaurant and were waiting to be seated. At the head of them was a blonde child that looked to be about fourteen. Next to her was a boy who had black hair, intense dark brown eyes, and was adorned in a black leather jacket, black under armor, and a pair of dark denim jeans.
It clicked in my head instantly. This was Maximum and Fang.
It was perfect. I could press a button on my phone and fifty highly trained martial arts experts would burst through the windows and doors. But I know that wouldn't hold them back. They are strong believe it or not.
They were being led to a table that was extremely close to mine. This was my chance. It was my chance to be known for once. I would be famous and rich beyond understanding.
They must have seen me staring because Max looked enormously irritated.
That is when all heck broke loose. Many of what looked like mini Taylor Lautner's sprung through the doors. They were carrying guns of all different kinds.
I took a closer look at their faces. That is when realized they didn't have ANY resemblance to Taylor. They were deformed. No. They looked like... like wolves. It hit me. These were Erasers.
People around me were panicking and from sophisticated and calm it turned into complete mayhem.
The Erasers were now shooting at random. I see that the Flock is air born and are fighting... hard.
Max is fighting an Eraser that looks strangely familiar. Jeb's son, Ari. He punched her in the face and blood was now flowing from Max's nose. She round house kicked him in the ribs and gave a sickening crunch sound. Ari feel to the floor and was struggling to breathe. He pulled out a gun.
Max was now in front of me and was making sure that the rest of the Flock was getting out safely. Ari had now aimed and was ready to fire. Max made a quick move out of the way and was out the door.
I hear a gun shoot and feel a sharp pain in my chest. I've been shot. I fall to the ground clutching the wound, watching blood gush from it. I see Ari lean over me.
"Good riddance," he mumbles, "all of the scientists from the lab should suffer such death."
He and the other Erasers run at full speed out the door.
My Blackberry is still clutched on my hand. I read the last line of the email.
"P.S. Don't get hurt"