Disclaimer: I do NOT own Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gasman, Angel, Total, Jeb, Ari, Erasers, Flyboys, or any MR characters. Or anything that has to do with Maximum Ride.

Author's note: This is my first Fanfic, so please, no flames. If you just senselessly attack me, be fore-warned, you will have to deal with the consequences. Please R&R.

Summary: Takes off right where MR3 ends: Max and the flock are flying back to New York to take out the Institute, if it hasn't already been taken out, when they are attacked over Colorado Springs by Flyboys. After the fight, they land in a softball field, and are then seen by someone. Bad, right? Maybe not. Multiple POV changes(marked), both 1st and 3rd; OC's; OCxMax (Femmeslash (dont like it, dont read it)), OCxIggy; Definitely OcxOC.

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Chapter 1: Busted!

(Max POV)

I didn't like having to leave Dr. Martinez – er Mom –, man, I'm really gonna have to get used to that, and Ella again, but I had to. Man, I swear, a mutant bird girl's work is never done. The reason I had to leave is because I still have to save the world from the evil Itex Corporation. This corporation has this insane idea that they need to decrease the world's population by half in order to save it, the "By- Half plan". Also, they want to make sure that only "useful" people survive, the "Re-Evolution plan". Man if you look up "nuts" in the dictionary, you'll see the Itex logo by it. Well, enough about them, lets talk about where the Flock (Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, and I guess Total) and I (Max) were headed.

We were going back to New York to see whether or not the Institute had already been stormed by angry kids (yes, I did say kids. If you want the story behind that, read Fang's blog.). Anyway, if the kids hadn't already, we were going to shut that place down for good. Why were we headed to New York and the Institute instead of the School, which was closer, you ask? Well, because, apparently the School had been bombed to dust by one of Fang's readers. How he or she pulled that off, I'm not sure I even want to know. Iggy and Gazzy scare me enough with THEIR bombs. And why was a blind kid playing with bombs? You're better off not knowing.

Anyway, back to our flight. We were cruising at maybe twenty thousand feet over the Rocky Mountains at about eighty miles an hour or so. The trip went by in silence, not too unusual, but it still drove me nuts not hearing Nudge's voice, when we got over the last line of peaks. We were now flying above the city of Colorado Springs, according to Fang's new Palm Pilot, complete with wireless satellite connection, when suddenly Iggy starts to tense up. And when he tenses up, you know something's up. So, I go ahead and ask. "Iggy, what's up?" "Shh!" Hey, he shushed me. Then he said, "Guys, we got trouble. Flyboys!" As soon as he said we had trouble, I did a quick 360, revealing that we did have flyboys coming in from the south.

Fang and I just nodded at each other, saying in our special way that we have: "Lets do this!" The others automatically took up fighting stances, Which of course still made me proud. We hovered there, waiting for the flyboys to show up. They did, and we got down to business. One flyboy charged me, and I just flipped over it and slammed my feet down as hard as I could on its tailbone, sending it falling, shut down, to the ground far below. Which reminded me! "Boys! Hit the flyboys at the base of their spines!" A little tip I had picked up from Jeb back in Germany, during the fight at the Itex world headquarters. Just then, the Voice, or more accurately, Jeb, piped in. Drop. So, of course, I pulled my wings in and fell about twenty feet or so right before two flyboys just slammed into each other right where I had been a second before. Thanks dad. Oh yeah, Jeb just happens to be my biological father. Well, the fight lasted another ten minutes or so, with the flock kicking major flyboy butt, when all of a sudden, we hear a loud whining sound. Next, we see a stream of smoke trailing after what I'm guessing was a missile. The missile screamed right past us, and into the remaining flyboys, with a satisfying BOOOOOM! As you can imagine, that freaked us out, all except Iggy and Gazzy, who had a thing for big booms. Not only that, but we were getting tired, so we decided to land in a darkened area. We end up landing in a smaller version of a baseball field, just as three jets seemingly popped up out of nowhere and flew off, startling all of us.

So, anyway, we landed and started to make camp in the building right by the field. We quickly checked out the immediate area, as we've done so many times before, when the pitcher's mound started to rise. Fang and I, who were the ones doing recon, melted into the shadows. We waited as a figure came out of the elevator (or at least that's what I thought it was), armed with a nasty-looking gun. He (yes, I can tell it was a "he" because I can see pretty darn good in the dark) walked right towards me and Fang, saying "Come out and show yourselves." Of course Fang motions for us to do an up and away, but I know that the guy was too close, and would probably shoot us if we did. So, I just start to get up, when Jeb comes in, Max, do what he says, he's not going to hurt you, he's a friend. Yeah, right, I still don't trust you, you know, I come back. Max, I'm not asking you to trust me, just do what he says. So, of course, I pop up slowly, motioning Fang to do the same, saying "Don't shoot, we're coming up."

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Well, this was the first chapter. Did Max make a mistake in showing herself? Read Chapter two to find out.