Why can't these guys just give it a break? I mean, seriously, get a life! There's more in the world than chasing poor innocent mutant children whose childhoods were stolen.
Ok, maybe we're not totally innocent, but all illegal actions were prompted by a desire to freaking stay alive.
Captured again.
God, I hate dark cage like enclosures- bet our friends the whitecoats didn't plan on making their precious experiments claustrophobic. Not that they-
"Max?" I heard Gazzy say in a small voice and softened immediately. "You're muttering again" he said not quite looking at me. I stared at him for a moment then looked around. My flock was in various stages of ruffled and grimy. No one had been seriously injured, which almost made it worse. These guys had just taken us by surprise after all these months of being careful. No scratch that, all these years of it.
The weeks leading up to this, we realized they were on our trails again, some part of Itex had survived and rebuilt despite having kids around the world squelching its efforts. But it seems this one little branch had nearly all of Itex's resources funneled into it. We kept tabs on this Itex and any other connections that popped up, but all of a sudden this one that refused to die had a resurgence and went on the offensive.
Now, I won't bore you with all the battle details. We have so darn many of them. Anyway we were downtown, Angel needed a a new pair of jeans and we were all starting to look exceptionally ragged. We did have a fund going for when we really needed things. Luckily we are like hounds for ways to conserve and get what we need. We had gotten the pants and started towards a café. It was one of those that are a huge chain but tries to appear quaint and of a small business. I nearly missed it but I sam a few small groups that had a strange quality about them, like each were related to the others. One such group brushed past us from behind and Iggy immediately went stone faced I quickly tapped the flock's hands, "Alright guys, what do we want to eat here?" Nudge looked at me seriously but said in a bubbly voice, "I saw their ad about their mac and cheese, you know with the bunch of different cheeses? I wonder if they'd give me a salad sized bowl of it and still give me that yummy bread and the crunchy chips too."
I spotted a small street that connected to a larger avenue where there would be a big open park. I stepped loudly left of Iggy as we turned just before the cafe. "Another left. 20 seconds. Then park ahead, about two bus lengths. Looked like seven groups of three or four that will probably be catching up to us. Keep a fast pace- no running yet."
Fang ushered they younger kids slightly ahead of him so I was a tiny bit ahead and he could see everyone. We got to the park with out incident then they all surrounded us/ We fought. They fought. But something was different. They were certainly not aiming to kill, but capture.
As I was rough handled into the classic burlap bag- God these people need to come up with something new, you know, catch up with the times- I saw a flash of long wispy blond brown hair. None of those… those people or whatever the are had long hair. And as I think back on it they all had really dark hair, the only thing that likened them to any other generation of erasers. I'll have to figure that out later.
