[A/N: WARNING: THERE'S A LOT MORE SWEARING NOW. Anyway, I haven't updated this story in years, so hey why not. The writing has probably progressed because of the practice I've gotten (and also the language xD). And yeah, still no Lie To Me cast (they come in later). You many notice that some of the characters are a bit off but I haven't read these books in years so I'm doing my best. Enjoy!]

IGGYPOV

I sat there trying to wrap my mind around what had just happened.

I mean, the flock has been through some pretty weird shit, don't get me wrong, but rarely do we get caught up with law enforcement-that's almost too normal for us. If I'm not mistaken, crazy scientists usually try to hide their secrets, not share them to general public or court systems.

We were in New York City to bust rumors of an underground School laboratory linked to the subway tunnels (and Nudge was hoping to catch an Ariana Grande concert). However, these plans were obviously interrupted when a few of New York's finest decided that a few grungy teenagers and kids were a threat to the city. For what reason, I have no idea.

After Max and Fang's stupid asses had gotten caught, I went into survival mode and searched for food and shelter. I took full advantage of New York being a tourist hotspot and used my skills that I had learned from so many years on the run. While being blind is annoying as hell, it also heightens my other senses making it a simple task to lightly brush my fingers in and out of people's pockets. I swiped more money than I would be ok with if there weren't three starving children at my side. A sarcastic-blind-mutant-teenage boy has gotta do what he's gotta do.

Surprisingly, the crowded atmosphere of New York made it easier for me guide my way through the streets because I had more of a feel of where I was going. While being crammed up against annoying, sweaty people is less than desirable, I'll take what I can get. I ordered a few hot dogs each at a streetside vendor and loaded them to the brim. (I made a point to not give Gazzy the one with extra onions.) Nudge squealed when she saw cotton candy and demanded that I buy it for her, in which I replied with a snarky comment about it 'looking amazing' and she proceeded to babble on until she realized what I had said and huffed.

While we joked around like normal, there was still an intense weight in the air that Max and Fang's absence left. Even now, I'm trying to busy my hands with some spare parts that I found in the tunnel we were currently held up in. Being the oldest, I'm taking charge and it's a lot more stress than my bomb-wired brain is used to. I should really give Max more credit.

Pffft.

That'll be the day when she hears it from me.

Though I usually take the naggy, mothery girl for granted, I miss the only one who actually answers my sarcasm with more sarcasm (but let's be honest, I would totally win the smartass competition).

I have to come up with a plan. I don't know if I should try to break them out and become fugitives, not only fleeing the school, but the government as well. The other option was to wait until they were released, taking care of the rest of the flock because they had absolutely nothing to charge Max and Fang with.

Wellllll. That might be a bit of a stretch considering all the things we've permanently borrowed and destroyed… and blew up.

However, I would much prefer Max and Fang to captured with the police than the School. I hear you get a bit more leg room in your cage. And another plus-no prodding with needles. Sounds like they're living it up to me.

I try not worry too much in case the little mind reader was listening in. If she was then she would be sad. and then Gazzy would notice his sister and be sad, and then no one would listen to Nudge rant. That means I would have two depressed kids and a hormonal tweenager on my hands. No thank you.

If Max and Fang haven't busted out in a week or two then I'll have to take matters into my own hands. For now I'm going to take care of my band of misfits, build bombs with my little fart-filled brother, and try to be the best parent/leader a sarcastic blind mutant can be. Dear God, please help me.

I stuck out my fist into what I think is the middle of our huddled camp and one by one we pile them up. I feel Angel's little fist on top of mine, then Gazzy's soot covered, and then Nudge's mocha colored hand. I don't know how I can tell who's who but it gives me a sense of pride that I can.

We all feel the nagging itch in the back of our minds knowing that an olive calloused hand and a fresh motherly hand should be within our stack.

But we have to make the most of it and take the comfort of our incomplete flock. I'm not much of a sentimentalist, but I feel a bit of pride seeing how my younger adopted family is trying to stay strong and depend on each other, even in our lowest points.

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