I don't own Maximum Ride or GI Joes.

Duke POV

The ninja assassin dude got his name later that night. After playing a game that involved die (the plural of dice. It's so weird, isn't it?) that has a lot of rules and I don't feel like saying all of them. After rolling snake eyes (one dot one each die) again and again, we nicknamed him Snake Eyes.

That was a few months ago, but he already fits in. As much as someone like him can fit in. Which, surprisingly, is a lot.

He was strong, had incredible aim and eyesight, and was actually pretty smart. Though, we found out that he went more on intuition and street smarts than book smarts. And he didn't talk.

We had no idea who he is, was, or anything about him really. It was starting to bug me…

Snake Eyes POV (Sorry for the jumpiness)

I was… happy here. As happy as I could get in the current situation.

As happy as I could get with Max dead and the Flock split apart. Sadness and grief hit me like an icy wave. During winter. In Antarctica. With a very strong wind-chill factor. Or high wind-chill factor, or -whatever, it doesn't matter.

Bottom line, I'd never be happy without Max and the Flock. Because they were my family. And no other mutant freaks, government funded secret agents, or normal people could replace them.

So sorry about the length. I'm tired. And like Andrew Zimmer said during whilst fighting with the Man vs., Food guy, "It's about quality, not quantity." Let's ignore the Man vs. Food guy's come back, shall we?

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