Herro everyone. This is my FIRST time on fanfiction, so be nice! NO FLAMES, just constructive criticism, if you please.

YO! THIS IS A PREVIEW CHAPTER EVERYBODY! That is why it is so short, you see.

I apologize if this sucks, but I tried my best. Also, please forgive the grammatical errors that I did not spot.

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I do not own Maximum Ride.

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The gang all wanted to do a job in New York, so I – being the generous leader that I am- consented. We were all on a private jet (courtesy of our loaded parents) to none other than the Big Apple. I relaxed back into my big, squishy chair and sighed. This was going to be a nice, quiet time for me to chil-

"MAAAAAXXXX!"

I immediately sprang up, and flung the electric blanket off me. But when I looked at Gazzy and Iggy, I groaned. They were fighting over Iggy's wallet. Gazzy's face had turned a violent shade of red.

"MAX! Iggy took my 20 I had saved for a hotdog!" Gazzy practically shrieked. Iggy looked up at me with big, blue, clouded eyes, and asked a little too innocently,

"Max, how would I steal his money? I'm just a poor, disabled blind kid."

I gave Iggy the look and he immediately handed me his wallet. What can I say? My glare can cower people who can't even see it. It's one of the things I pride myself in. I grabbed a 20 out of the faded leather and chucked it to Gazzy.

By now, you're probably a like, WTF? Let me give you some info that might help. My name's Maximum and I'm fifteen years old. So basically, I'm the ringleader of this band of kids. And we all have … let's call em' "unique skills". By skills I mean, stealing. Hijacking, thievery, burglary, larceny, pick-pocketing etc etc etc.

Look, it's not like we steal from people who need it. We're sort of like modern Robin Hoods. Take from the rich, give to the poor sort of deal. It makes us feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Although Fangy-boy would never admit it.

Fang's also fifteen. He's my right hand man and best friend. And the sponsor of our little "outings". Dark, tall, rich, and handsome, he's like Mr. Darcy. Minus the sideburns. Anyway, I'm getting off the topic. I should introduce some of the other little demons.

Er- children.

So, next up is Iggy. As mentioned before, Iggy is literally blind. He is also the best pick-pocket of the group. I find this mildly disturbing.

Iggy is a pyromaniac. If you give him wire and a cob of freaking corn, he could create something that would blow up. This is why we never, never, leave Iggy and Gazzy alone together. They're best friends and partners in the beautiful (for all those who are particularly thick, I am being sarcastic) business of explosions.

Now for the 8 year old Gazzy. It might seem harsh that we never give him anything to eat when we're in cars or airplanes, but you wouldn't either if you knew about his… issue. Gazzy has problems with fart control. Trust me, you do not want to be in a confined space with him after burrito Tuesday. But he's also very sweet when dear Iggy isn't around to influence him.

Gazzy's sister is Angel. She's the one who keeps me sane. She's sweet as a Krispey Kreme donut, but very, very, very manipulative. She can pretty much make anybody outside of our family do what she wants. And yes I said family. Because that's what we are, a family- in a theoretical sense. I'm the mommy, Fang's the dadd- er… brother, Iggy's the retarded drunk uncle, and Angel, Gazzy, and Nudge are the kids.

CRAP. I almost forgot Nudge. Nudge is a 14 year old girly girl with a big mouth. A really big mouth. But she can hack into any firewall you throw at her … So that's pretty mu-

"Max." Fang spoke quietly.

"Yeah Fang?"

Fang's face was an emotionless mask, but after years of knowing him, I could perceive the little glimpses of feeling that crossed his face. And the emotion that he was experiencing right now, was fear.

cliffy. please R&R