Without further adieu, here is chapter four. A big thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed, it really means a lot to me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or any of its characters. Only James Patterson is capable of that kind of genius.

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"Please, Max? Pretty please?" Gazzy asked me. It had been like that for the last thirty minutes. We were flying right over the Arizona-California border, and we had just seen the ocean. Of course, the younger kids wanted to go see the ocean.

I sighed. I had had some completely awful times at the beach, and some really awesome times at the beach. "I'm just not sure if that's the best thing to do right now, Gazzy. Don't you think we should get farther away from where Itex found us?"

Little Gasman didn't really think that we were in that much danger. "C'mon, Max, we're hours away from where that guy found you. It couldn't hurt. Please?"

He did sort of have a point. It was just turning sunset, so we were going to have to find a place to crash for the night, anyway. I knew that I was going to be outvoted.

I looked around at my flock, who were flying around me. The younger kids looked pretty exhausted. They deserved to have a little fun, anyway. Being on the run had taken its toll on their hygiene, too. Maybe we could wash off in the ocean.

I called out, "Hey, who's up for a little beach trip?"

The younger kids cheered and looked ecstatic. Iggy grinned and punched the air, and Fang even looked a little brighter.

Twenty minutes later, we were landing on a perfectly white and empty strip of California beach. The water looked a deep blue, clear color, and the sun was just starting to set on the horizon. It looked freakin' awesome, if I do say so myself. The sky looked almost purple, the pink blending with the blue.

"Okay, you guys, go wash off a bit in the ocean. Your dirt tans are looking colored onto your skin." I said. I reached around in my backpack and found a bar of soap, and gave it to Iggy first, who led the younger kids out to where the water met the shore. Fang and I followed behind them.

After we had all washed our faces and arms, we all split off to do different things. Iggy and the Gasman went a little ways down the beach, and had a multitude of wires and clocks out, talking in whispers. I had a feeling that their bomb supply was about to become much larger.

Nudge and Angel were playing in the water close beside them, occasionally splashing salt water at Total, who was debating whether to go swimming.

Fang, meanwhile, was typing away on his blog, sometimes doing 360's around our area.

I watched the rest of my flock, absentmindedly rubbing my somewhat healing bruises on my arms. Then, I sat down close to the water's edge, and thought.

What was that Tawny-guy? He had looked absolutely normal, but had the muscle mass of…someone unhuman. I know, my deducing abilities surprise even me sometimes.

But, what if…? What if he had been an eraser? What if they didn't have to morph into wolf forms anymore, and simply stayed human, but with all the wolf strength? But that was crazy…

Is it, Max? Wouldn't it be easier for them to track you if they simply blended in with society? My voice chimed in.

Are you saying that I'm right? That that guy really was an eraser? I thought skeptically.

Of course, to my annoyance, my voice never –

Yes, Max. What you saw was an eraser, version 2.3.

Oh, my gosh. This took me by surprise, which actually takes a lot to do. My eyes opened wide in shock. Strong, normal looking, deadly, lethal erasers. Erasers that could easily sneak up on us without a seconds notice. Crap.

Not without a seconds, notice, Max. You'll have a heads up.

What do you mean? I thought. Did he mean Angel? Could she be able to read their minds?

Angel won't be the one to know, Max. It'll be you.

WHAT? I didn't have a power to know that, I didn't – I began, but the voice cut across me.

Yes, you do, Max. You have a power that is just developing.

What do you – I started to think back, but then I gasped. Behind my eyes, I saw a dim vision. A vision of a beautiful woman walking on to a beach, not unlike the one we were on now, and aiming a gun at a blonde head that looked so much like my own.

I whirled around, just in time, and saw a gun bullet whiz by within centimeters of my head.

You have the power of predicting attacks, Max.

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