Chapter One
I swiftly pulled back as the Gasman dive bombed right in front of me. I kept in formation, but I was wary of other falling bird-kids.
"Gazzy, stick the choreography! This is a paying job! Don't blow it!"
I looked up to see Max watching the Gasman very closely. Her lips were moving as she silently counted to herself. Her hair was blowing around her face majestically, and her powerful wings were beating as if the feat took no effort at all. Well, it really didn't take much effort, but you know what I mean.
I could hear the crowd cheer as they watched Gazzy fall. I rolled my eyes and did an arch so I could hover next to Max. The Gasman had finally stopped falling and got back into game.
"Yo,"
Max quickly looked at me and got a certain look on her face. She tried to look away casually but the blush in her cheeks gave her away. When will she admit it? She knows that she at least likes me. Maybe a much more powerful feeling.
"You enjoy being a spokesfreak?"
I let my mouth do a lopsided smile. I shrugged, trying to not think much about it. I tend to over think a lot of things.
"It's a job." I replied, trying not to think of the way Max looks when she smiles.
"Yep. So long as they don't worry about pesky child labour laws,"
We flew for a few more seconds when I saw Angel fall right on Max. I didn't know what Angel was doing. But Angel was funny that way. Always doing the unexpected, for better or for worse.
"Oof! What are you doing, goofball?"
That's when I saw the flash from a building.
Max dipped a bit form the unexpected load. I heard the bullet fly by and it knocked some of Max's hair out of its path. I was going to rush over to Max to see if she was alright then thought the better of it. I thought nothing more about the bullet's path until I heard a yelp form Total and saw Max do a 360 to catch him.
"Scatter!" I heard her yell at us. "Get out of firing rang!"