There you are. Individ chappys. This one is short, but I felt like the break had to be here. Read, Enjoy, and REVIEW!

"Um, Max?" Nudge said, looking out the window in alarm, "We have a situation."

"Like what?" I asked, jumping out of 'wallowing in self-pity' mode and into 'which one do I hit first?' mode.

"Three flying this way; two big, one small; bird wings, but not likely all birds."

"Attacking?"

"Not right now."

I stood up. "Gather the flock. Time to find out if the newcomers are allies or punching bags."