Man, do you know something? Flying is just so cool! Ok, well, you probably don't know that, as you are not a mutant freak with 13 foot wings. I, on the other hand am. We, technically, we are, as there are six of us. Well, now I think about it, there are more than six, but, there are six that I know.

We were flying over this beautiful mountain range, you know, postcard image. There was snow, and trees, and it was beautiful, I smiled, enjoying the feeling of the cold biting into my skin, and enjoying the silence, of course, silence never lasts for long.

"Max, I'm hungry," there goes the inevitable cry form Nudge. Oh well, who can blame her, she's only a kid. She caught my eye, and looked pleadingly at me, her long, dark hair, whipping around her pretty face.

" Ok, Fang?" I asked my second in command. He just looked at me, giving no real answer. Fang, the dark silent member of the flock, but also the most dependable, he's always there, his dark wings never even miss a beat, no matter what. I looked carefully, and saw and almost invisible nod, ok, we were clear. "Gazzy," I said, addressing the small blonde eight year old kid, "Angel, Iggy," the other two members. Angel was Gazzy's younger sister, she was six. Iggy is blind, and also an expert on any kind of explosives, he's fourteen, like me and Fang, and Nudge is eleven. "We're going down," they all nodded, but Fang gave me a look like, where are you planning on stopping.

Everyone always seems to come to me for the answer, that's probably 'cause I'm the leader. I'm Max, the leader, the eldest, the one always expected to have the answer, and right now, I did. I could see a holiday cabin, and as it was a school term, likelihood was that no one was in.

This reminded me a lot of what we'd done back about six months ago when we'd saved Angel. Fang, Nudge and I had gone into a cabin just like this one, which meant, luckily, that we knew how to break in.

We all dropped down, and found that no car had been in the drive for a while, and that the house appeared empty, even better there were no motion detectors, or alarms, we cold get in easily. The problem, the doors were locked and I didn't have a clue how to pick them.

"Iggy, Fang! Get over here now!" They both walked up,

" Yes, your highness," muttered Iggy sarcastically. He was tired, we all were.

" Shut it," I hissed, " I need you to pick this lock."

" That's all, I thought this was something serious." Iggy pulled his lock picking kit out of his pocket, and easily picked the lock, but when he shoved the door, it wouldn't open, " Well, that's a setback," he said, puzzled. " I guess I could blow it up for you if you like,"

" No Iggy, somehow, I think the owner might suspect that."

" Yes, but we want to get in," Fang gave us both a look, like shut up. He looked carefully at the door, and tried shoving it with his shoulder.

" There's a latch," he said, taking a knife out of his pocket and sliding it up the door crack. He found the latch, and turned around, " Iggy, just a little bit should do,"

What was going on. They weren't making sense, what? Iggy grinned, and put a small speck of something on the door where Fang indicated, and then lit a match.

" Run, and cover your ears," he advised, knowing Iggy, I did so, the realised that he and Fang hadn't moved. The bang from the explosion was tiny, but it left the door open,

" Run and cover your ears," Fang sniggered,

" Shut up." I muttered, embarrassed. I entered the building first, followed by Iggy, the Gasman, Nudge, Angel, and finally, Fang.

I went through to the kitchen, opening a cupboard, and finding it filled with food,

" Hey, guys, we're golden," I yelled,

" Oh my God," Nudge shrieked coming in, the food here was actually really good, waffles, and pancakes and cake and chips,

" Hey, you punks, what are you doing in my house," a voice growled, hearing it, I prepared to bolt, but I heard a chuckle, " If you leave, I kill the boy," I turned around slowly, and saw the man. He was about fifty, with long hair back in a ponytail, dressed in a lumberjack shirt and jeans, but the most obvious feature was the fact he had hold of Fang, and he had a knife at his throat.

I looked my eyes open wide, blood was trickling down from under the knife on Fangs neck, and although he looked very calm about it all, I thought that there might be some more that even he was feeling deep down.

" Let go of Fang you freak!" I yelled. " Just let go of him," the man looked at me,

" Now deary, I don't think that you're in the position to make demands or insult me, are you?" he pressed the knife in further,

" No, don't hurt him," I yelled. " What do you want."

" What do I want? Well, you'll find that out won't you?" he smiled, "Now, all of you, into the living room," we followed him through to the room. He still held Fang, so we had to do whatever he said.