I apologize for the huge length between updates! School is quite evil, and it occupies most of my time during the week. And then the dumb FF server got messed up, so I couldn't upload the file. -sigh- But I'm updating now, and I must apologize again, because this chapter is not as long as some people would wish it to be. But I have to get into the long-chapter rhythm, because I don't usually write very long chapters. I'll try to get better, though. :)
A few hours later, we flew, stomachs rumbling, to the burrito restaurant, which was only about four or five miles from where we were staying. We went in, ordered burritos each, paid, and walked to our seat, leaving the cashier staring incredulously after us.
We sat down in a booth. Iggy and Nudge filed into the booth, then I sat down, and Gazzy, Angel, and Max sat on the other side. I automatically scanned the restaurant out of habit. It wasn't very busy; only two tables besides ours were occupied. One held two girls and a woman. The girls were talking to each other and giggling, and they kept glancing over at us. They probably recognized us from the news. At the other table sat a middle-aged man who was speaking quietly into a BlueTooth earpiece. Neither were suspicious – nobody was, anymore, I reminded myself; there was no more Itex – and neither were Jeb. I frowned and checked my watch.
Next to me, Nudge, Iggy, Gazzy, and Angel were discussing things they'd like to do now that we were no longer technically on the run.
"I wanna learn to play the oboe," Nudge declared. A/N: That's one! Look at Maximum Ride Contest's profile and look at this contest's rules to see what I mean.
"The oboe?" the Gasman asked, raising an eyebrow. She turned to him indignantly.
"The oboe is a highly underappreciated instrument!" she said, folding her arms. "Just think – I could be the first Avian-American oboist!" I rolled my eyes. "What do you want to do, Gazzy?" she asked.
He shrugged. "I dunno – maybe Ig and I can open a prank shop!"
Just then, our food came, and I just had time to see the mischievous grin unfold on Iggy's face as he pondered the possibilites of this plan.
As the waitress walked away, the bell on the door jingled. I glanced over to the door.
Jeb stood in the doorway.
