Chapter 4 – Most Dangerous Yet
"That was so weird!" Nudge exclaimed as we sat in the small restaurant, waiting for our orders to be taken. "Did you see her, Max? She was so scary-looking, and she pulled that huge knife---"
"—Nudge!" I interrupted. A look of remorse came over her face, and she fell silent.
"I know, Nudge." I said, shifting uncomfortably. "She was a bit freaky." Okay, so she was a bit more than a bit freaky. I know I've braved worse, but I mean, come on! She pulled a freakin' knife on me. Besides, she had this weird feel about her, something that made me more nervous than usual. The Flock had felt it too, I could tell. This Zanna character was bad news.
"What are we gonna do about her, Max?" Angel asked.
I took a deep breath and said, "We are going to be on extra alert. Maybe we'll stay put and lie low for a couple of days, just to see what happens."
Fang nodded in agreement. "Where should we go?" he asked.
I looked outside, and saw that the sun was setting now. "How about we camp out in the woods tonight?" I said. Everyone was fine with the suggestion, so we paid our bill with the Max card and then headed out to find the nearest patch of woods. As we walked, I realized how much this whole Zanna thing was getting to me. I kept glancing behind me to see if she was there, and I kept wondering if she was somewhere nearby, waiting to attack.
You're worried for a good reason, Max. Oh joy, the Voice.
What do you mean? I asked.
I mean that you should be worried about Leizanna. She's dangerous.
I rolled my eyes. She tried to kill me with a sharp metal object, Voice. I know that she's dangerous.
The Voice was not amused. I am serious, Max. She could be the most dangerous enemy yet.
You're kidding me. A little girl no older than Nudge is my greatest danger? Surprise, surprise, there was no response. In case you haven't noticed, the Voice isn't big on having complete conversations.
I gave an annoyed sigh, and Fang looked over at me. "Voice?"
I nodded. "I'll tell you later." The six of us continued to walk down the street, resembling a pack of juvenile delinquents. I felt kind of bad walking the tidy streets looking like a hobo, it was a really nice town. Of course, if we stayed here too long it wouldn't be nice for much longer. Just like juvenile delinquents, trouble always followed us wherever we went.