Trying to make the chapters longer. May take a little more time to get it up. Thanks for the reviews!

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Chapter 2

Max POV

There stood Buckingham Palace, strong and true in the distance. I'm sure most of you have seen it before, whether it was in a movie, on a postcard, or you've actually been there. Well, I have one word that basically sums the whole place up. It's HUGE.

"Well, we knew it would be someplace in England, considering we had to take that huge seven-forty-seven to get here." Fang calmly pointed out, his face pulled into a frown. I found myself cursing him for being able to compose his face while I just gaped.

"Yeah, but don't you think Max's voice would have led us, um, I dunno to some secret lab to raid? But Buckingham Palace? Don't tell me all of England's against us too." said the Gasman as I struggled to straighten out my face. When he came to the words "England's against us" I looked up. England with the School, plus, us being in England… I didn't want to think about it.

England has nothing to do with the School, said Voice, making me jump. Iggy stared blindly around to see what had made the sudden movement.

Thanks, Confucius. Now, do you mind telling me why we're at Buckingham freaking Palace, I snarled as I thought, which earned me a maybe-she's-crazy-after-all look from the Gasman.

There's something you need in there. Something that will help you, said Voice, actually answering a direct question, well, sort of.

"Max?" asked Nudge, and I put my hand in the air, waving her off. She just cocked her head to the side and became silent, watching me with curious eyes.

And I don't suppose you'll tell me what that is, now will you, I asked, rolling my eyes. There seemed to be a low breath coming from the other end. Could Voice sigh?

Not a chance, it said almost sarcastically.

Fang POV

I watched Max jump then start to act kind of weird. After a second or two, I came to the conclusion that she was having another conversation with the voice in her head which she had told on the way here wasn't Jeb.

Finally she stopped, mumbling things under her breath. I turned my eyes on her, my face masked perfectly.

"Voice says there's some sort of item or information that we have to get in there." she said, and I looked away for a minute.

"Raiding Buckingham Palace?" whispered the Gasman, saying my thoughts. Iggy was suddenly alert, pointing impossibly toward Max, then me, then the Gasman.

"We're raiding Buckingham Palace?!" he cried a little too loudly, and I was happy I had rolled up the windows.

"I guess so." growled Max, still fuming over another fight with Voice. Then she turned to Iggy and gave him a deadly stare. "But no explosives," she said, turning toward Gazzy too, "from either of you." she growled.

Iggy drooped down after this, and I wondered if he actually had been going to bring explosives. The Gasman imitated him, frowning.

"For God's sake, guys. We can't break England!" growled Max.

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Max POV

You guys may not know this, but Buckingham Palace is a hard place to get into to. I guess they don't want people peeping in the drawers or something.

People kept on shouting for tickets in loads of different languages, and I was getting a major headache.

"Tickets!" shouted a voice right next to my ear. I whipped around to see a broad-shouldered man eying my suspiciously. "Where is you're ticket, ma'am?" he asked in a heavily coated British accent.

Iggy snickered at the ma'am, and I shot him a glare of menace. I just stood there, struggling to remember a language. "Me no comprende." I finally came up with, spouting it out in a lame accent. I hoped he would just let us pass through, but you know nice things like to avoid me so…

"Boleto?" he said smugly, holding out a hand. Darn it! He knew Spanish! Ugh.

"Uh… um… no boleto?" I said, shrugging.

Fang POV

Let me tell you, getting kicked out of Buckingham Palace is no fun. And we weren't even in the freaking palace!

A tall man in blue for security had personally threw me out. And I mean threw.

"You're like a feather!" he shouted as I landed on both feet, outside the gates. I gave him a sharp look then turned around to see Max still fighting with five other guards.

"Oof." said one as she kicked him in a place you really don't want to be kicked, especially by Max. He wobbled back and fell in the dirt.

"Get off me!" said Max, shoving another one away. Finally after much butt kicking by Max, they retreated.

"Don't come back." the one that was now more in touch with his feminine side said, backing away from Max. He was still a little wobbly and side-stepped back through the gates before closing them.

"That could have gone better." muttered Iggy, wiping the grime off his jeans. "Especially with one of my bombs." he murmured barely audible, not knowing that I had heard.

"Okay, new plan." said Max and the flock all gathered around her, including me. I stood slanted to one side, my arms crossed.

"Because the first one went sooo well." said Iggy. Max threw a hand out to cuff his ear, sending him falling back into the dirt.

"We're done playing nice." she said, and I looked at her questionably. "So, we do what we should have done in the first place." she said, putting her hands on her hips.

"What's that?" asked Gazzy, his hands in his pockets.

"We sneak in."

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Max POV

For those of you who don't know and some that somehow do, the security in Buckingham Palace is uppity-up. I mean, they would know if a fly flew in, and that's saying something.

"Max, how are we going to get in?" asked Gazzy, looking through the gates. I turned back to him and smiled. I had a simple solution for that.

"We fly."

One by one each of us shot into the air, armed with our bags. It was night now, our forms invisible in the dark air.

Grinning, I reached into my bag for one of our handy-dandy flashlights. The rest of the flock did the same. I also took out one of my thin shirts, a red one, and put it over the flashlight.

"Guys, you all got the clothes?" I asked, my hand on the switch. Everyone nodded, lifting up their clothes, a flashlight hidden in each one.

"Fang, you got that bullhorn?" I asked. He lifted up the bullhorn we had bought just hours ago with my Maximum Ride bank card.

"Plan is a go." I laughed and switched on my, very, very, very large, flashlight, the shirt covering it. The light went right through the shirt, making a deep crimson light spark across the air.

Around me, everyone else turned on their lights, all different colors showering the night. Fang lifted his bullhorn.

Down below, I could hear gasps and murmuring as they saw are pretty display. They probably thought it was a show. Well, wah wah wah for them.

"Fang, now!" I cried and he actually grinned.

"The world is ending." he said in an ominous voice, and I laughed at how much he sounded like when we were at that crack house, searching for Gazzy's parents five lifetimes ago. "And it starts at Buckingham." he said in a low growl.

As if that was the signal and it was, we all pointed our lights toward Fang. When they hit him, he really did look like the angel of death.

Screams emanated from below and the crowd that had been surrounding the palace was fighting to get out while the people that were inside filed out quickly.

With my raptor vision, I could see the guards screaming in terror and pushing through the crowd to get to the exit.

Fang began to laugh deeply through the bullhorn, and I knew it wasn't a fake laugh. He seemed to be enjoying himself.

After a lot of chaos and even more recklessness, everyone had left Buckingham Palace deserted where a couple of runaway bird kids could, well, I don't know… sneak in?

I was laughing my guts out when I wrote this XD.