A/N: You want a disclaimer? Go to chapter two, I'm not rewriting it for each chapter.

NINTHFEATHER! You posted well before I was ready, meaning that I had to write this chapter quicker than I normally do.

Ajax is my OC, I hope you don't hate him too much. (He very sensitive)

Jeb entered the room. Instantly, all eyes in the room were on him. Jeb calmly walked over to Mac's cage, and let him out. He then moved over to Max's cage, and let her out as well.

"I assume you have a plan for the two of us?" Max queried, acid dripping from her words.

"Yes. You are to teach er," he consulted a chart "Subject 28089-niner how to fly."

"Who is Subject 28089-niner?"

"This guy." Jeb said, acting like it was obvious.

"I have a name, you know."

"Not anymore. You died, technically speaking. At that point, we notified your employer, and your death certificate has already been signed. I'm sorry, but all that's out of my hands. Now remember, there will be Erasers in the sky at all times while you are out flying."

The trio entered an elevator, and Jeb pushed a button before continuing.

"Any attempt to go beyond the perimeter will interpreted as an attempt to escape, and dealt with accordingly. Any attempt to destroy an Eraser will be seen as an attempt to escape, and will also be dealt with accordingly. In other words, 28089-niner, keep your nose clean, and you might get to live another day."

The elevator arrived, and Max just shy of catapulted out of the enclosure. They were on the roof of the building, and as soon as MacGyver stepped off of the elevator, Jeb pushed a button, and the matte black outer doors closed.

"Well, I'm going to teach you how to fly if it kills you." Max said, calming slightly now that she was out of the elevator. "we're also going to find a new name for you."

"What's wrong with my real name?"

"The fact that you died."

"Right…and you want to call me…what?"

"I was thinking eighties throwback as a temporary name."

"That's a nasty name."

"Well, duct tape it. Now it's awesome." Max shot back with sarcasm.

MacGyver had no response for this.

"Now, about flying…this building is six stories. That translates to 'this building is tall enough to learn how to fly from'. I going to push you off the building, and you are going to fly…I hope. Just ah…remember to flap!" She said brightly.

"Yeah…about that…"

"Geronimo!" Max cried as she ran towards him.

Purely out of instinct, Mac tipped forwards, and plummeted from the roof of the building. Max hadn't even pushed him.

On the roof, Max couldn't stop, and ended up running off the roof. "Oops!" She yelled out.

Below, Mac had just figured out that he had wings on his back, and that there were only two stories left before he hit the ground. A pair of Erasers moved in, prepared to scoop him up if he turned out to not be able to fly. Three seconds before it was too late, Mac shifted his wings, and used his airspeed to create lift. Shifting a few feathers, his angle of approach changed, and a moment later he was climbing on the force of his momentum.

Momentum gave out at about two and a half stories, and he began loosing altitude again. This time, he remembered to flap, and he managed to make a very clumsy landing on his face. Max landed nearby, and walked over.

"I guess it's a little to late to teach you about landing, seeing how you already know all about landing; on your face."

Mac raised his head, and spat out a mouthful of dirt. "Ptah! Is there a hose or something nearby?"

"Yeah, over here."

After Mac had the water going from the hose, and had washed his mouth out, Max decided to try a different tack.

"I should have taught you how to move your wings first. Let's go to the top of the building again."

The two Avian Americans walked up the fire escape to the top of the roof, where the found a new bird kid. He was wearing a blaze orange jacket with a royal blue symbol on the shoulder. It looked like a capital t next to an oddly shaped n. The 'n' was odd in that the second arm of the n wrapped around to a point just under the first arm. The 'Tn' shaped symbol was surrounded by a circle, the same royal blue as the lettering. He was faced away from the stairs, and as Max watched, the stranger took off his jacket, revealing a pair of mottled brown wings with electric blue tips. He began a series of exercises with his wings to make sure he had control.

"Just follow his wing movements, and try to do the same." Max ordered.

MacGyver obeyed, and soon felt like his wings were second nature. While Mac had been copying the stranger's movements, the stranger had stepped over to the edge of the building.

Once at the edge, the stranger paused, as if forgetting something. He whirled around, and stopped dead.

"Who're you?" There was an edge of accusation.

"I'm MacGyver, and this is Maximum Ride." Mac piped up.

"You're not MacGyver anymore." hissed Max "you're the eighties throwback."

"I hate that designation." Mac hissed back.

"Well, live with it." Max hissed in response.

"Hey, at least eighties throwback isn't as bad as 'Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero-One'. My name is Ajax, but the name you heard before was a Borg designation."

"Borg?"

"You've never watched Star Trek?" Ajax asked, incredulous.

"No…should I?"

"Not at this juncture, but it could help. Okay, no it won't help, but I like to think that it does."

"How were you able to hear what we were saying?" Max queried.

"I have my ways." Ajax said. "Maybe I'll share them." He snatched his jacket up off the roof. "Later." he added, forcefully. Stepping to the edge once again, he looked down. A moment later, Max and MacGyver joined him on the parapet. Ajax looked left, then right, as if preparing to cross a street. As Max and MacGyver looked to see if they could figure it out, Ajax tipped forward, and fell off of the building. He snapped his wings open, and banked left before beginning to flap.

"Just do what he does…"Max trailed off as Ajax pulled off an inverted dive, finishing with a lateral roll to the right.

"I have to pull that off?" MacGyver asked, incredulous.

"Ah…No."

Mac jumped, and began to (clumsily) imitate Ajax's motions. Within a few minutes though, he had gotten the hang of it, and was flying better with each passing moment.

I guess that here is as good a place as any to stop for the time being. I'm really not pissed that Ninthfeather updated, but I did have to rush production so I could update ASAP.

Answers to readers:

Ninthfeather: Now I've lost the Game again! I read about the serum from another writer on FF, and used information I remembered from Stargate Atlantis to boost credibility. Even if the science isn't there, it still stands though. This is Fan Fiction, after all. I'm sorry to hear that people just slap wings on, and call it good. As for the whities taking Mac's memories, I wrote the whitecoats to do that! I didn't let them, I forced them to. I'll keep it up so long as you keep it up.

Nobody else answered, so...Read, review, tune in next time, and remember that CAKE IS A LIE!

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