On a roll….Another chappie…
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Fang's POV
We woke up early the nest morning, a grim smile tugged at the corner of Max's mouth as she watched Angel and Gazzy fighting over the FruitLoops.
'You look like me.' I told her, smirking.
'Huh?'
'All grim and silent.'
'Oh.'
'What's up then?'
'Nothing.'
'Max, clearly something is up.'
'Eh.'
'Is it about the school?'
'For God's Sake Fang! What's with all the questions! Just shut-up would you!'
Well needless to say, I was quite taken aback.
'Be like that then.'
'Oh, Fang, I'm sorry, you're right, it's this whole school thing- when will it end?'
'Well in approximately 7 schools time.'
'Ha ha, you're quite the wit. What I mean is, after we destroy all the schools what happens then? How do we just move on with our lives when we don't have normal lives. According to government databases, we don't even exist. We're children who died at birth, were kidnapped, or maybe our births weren't eve registered at all.'
She had a point there; I knew that the younger kids still wanted to find their families. I also knew that Max didn't want to be separated from any of us, come to think of it, neither did I.
'Why don't we wait, see what information we can dig up, we've already found out about my family, who's to say that we won't discover everyone else's. Just relax Max; it'll all work out in the end.'
Max smiled at me, her first smile all day, she looked contented and went to get her breakfast.
Whilst watching Max chomp into a slice of toast with Jam I reviewed our discussion. I let out a sigh; life would never be easy for us.
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Max's POV
'Hey! Don't push!'
'Well get off me!'
'Shhh!'
'Ugh, this spot is muddy!'
"Ya girl!'
'Am not!'
'Shut-up!!'
'Are too!'
'EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP!'
Silence
'Ok now that we've got some quiet, thoughts on this place?'
'Well, Max, it's a big brick building, there are bars on the windows and it looks to me like all the doors have electronically coded locking systems. There is a huge freaking barbed wire fence and the area around the building is open, so there is no chance to creep up it without being seen unless of course you can become invisible, which tha…Mumf'
'Not quite the observations that I was looking for, I can see the building, I don't need a physical description of it, I want ideas on how to get in.'
In case you haven't gathered all of us, that's right all 10 flock members, were lying in muddy, wet, grass, observing the New Orleans branch of Itex. So far I wasn't receiving much cooperation.
'It looks pretty hard to get into.'
'I know Gazzy.'
Thankyou Captain Freaking Obvious…
'It's like a prison.'
'I know Gazzy.'
Frustration levels are hitting a high…
'Have you ever watched Prison Break, Max?'
'No I haven't Gazzy and let's try to keep focused on the task at hand…yes?'
Keep calm, Max, calm… breathe in and out, in…..
'Let's just blow it up then?'
'And what about the experiments in there?'
'Good point.'
'Let's just go home and think about it.'
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We had decided that we would all attempt to think of a plan and after tea we would gather in Fang's and my room and share them.
Meanwhile there was food to think about…
'What do you want to do for tea?' Fang asked as he typed on his blog.
I grabbed a local directory and looked up all the places that delivered take-away.
'Mmm…Pizza?'
'Last night.'
'Chinese?'
'Don't feel like it.'
'Fish and Chips?'
'Had chips for lunch.'
'McDonalds?'
'They do deliveries?'
'No, but maybe we could get off our lazy asses and go there.'
It took the work of a few minutes to rouse everybody and have them down in the hotels lobby. That's when I realised that I didn't even know where the nearest McDonalds was.
Explaining my dilemma to Fang, he suggested that we just walk around until we find one.
'How hard can it be? They're always marked by the huge freaking golden arches.'
That was said at 6:30pm
SO that is how we came to be walking around the streets of New Orleans at 8pm STILL looking for McDonalds.
'I give up!' Gazzy moaned, 'Let's just eat here!'
I looked where he was pointing, it was a restaurant, mildly fancy, but not over the top. Not seeing a Maccas anywhere nearby, I ushered everybody in.
That's when our night went from bad to worse.
As everyone piled through the door, we were met by a disapproving maitre'de.
'Yes?' She asked, her nose pointed in the air.
'A table for 10 please.' I requested confidently.
'Do you have a reservation?'
'Well, no, but I'm sure that you can fit us in.' I smiled, looking around the restaurant which was devoid of life but for perhaps 8 diners.
The woman clearly didn't take my jab at the restaurants popularity to well.
'I'll have you know, Miss, that the Sheringdon is one of New Orleans finest dining experiences, we have the best facilities, and the greatest chef that Louisiana has to offer.'
'Geez, I'd hate to see what other restaurants in the area look like then.' Phoenix's attempt to remark quietly was unsuccessful and the woman was evidently unimpressed.
'Maybe, you'd be happier at a less exquisite restaurant, like perhaps, McDonalds?'
'No kidding!' I joked, 'doubtless we would be, we were actually looking for a Maccas when we stumbled across this place, I think this suits us nicely. Maccas is a little to upper class for us.'
I hadn't meant to be so rude but the woman really was getting on my nerves, luckily at that point a man strode out of the kitchen.
His expensive suit and proud stride visibly showed that he was the manager.
'Maureen!' The man yelled, 'I hope that there is no trouble here.'
'Of course not, Mr Delaney,' the woman (Maureen) simpered, 'I was just showing these customers to their seats.'
I couldn't help but smile.
Mr Delaney followed us to our table.
'We here at Sheringdon are delighted that you have chosen to dine at our restaurant, Maureen is bringing you your menu's as we speak but may I suggest an item that is not on our menu? You see, Misses and Misters, we have quite a young chef here and he is still finding his feet, discovering new recipes and he has designed a meal to appease all tastebuds. Marcus, that's our chef, calls it "Canard rôti dans la merde"
The name is French, I'll tell you what it means on completion of your meal.'
'Sounds interesting.' Sapphire remarked.
'Oh it is very interesting! Now I won't tell you what the ingredients are as I to truly savour the dish you must be able to discover each individual flavour.'
'Well, I don't want to buy a dish when I don't know what it is.'
'Buy? Who said buy? I am offering this dish for free as long as you can finish it.'
Always up for a challenge, I ordered one, following suit, so did everyone around the table.
'Now I must warn you that the dish is extremely large, not one person has been able to finish it yet, let alone children as young as these.' The man glanced at Angel, Gazzy and Nudge.
'Oh, we'll give it a go anyway.'
When the man was gone we all laughed; he had no idea what he was in for.
That's when another bad part of the night occurred.
Maureen came to our table with a small glass of coke for each person.
'Oh, we didn't order these.'
'Yes but as part of the deal of ordering the Chef's Special it is agreed upon that each diner orders a drink. We can't just be giving out meals for free you know and expect to make a profit.' Maureen giggled.
I was despising this woman more by the minute.
'How much are they each then'
'Each glass is 4.'
'WHAT! 4! They're about half the size of a can and you can get one of those for about a buck fifty! Between us all that's 40 on drinks alone!'
'That's our price here at Sheringdon.'
'Well they had better be bloody good.' I muttered
Five minutes later I had discovered that the above statement happened to be false. The coke wasn't real coke at all but fake home brand cola, too sweet, too flat, and it wasn't even chilled.
Before I even had a chance to scream at the waitress, our meal came. So they had shitty cola but at least the meal came quick… Right?
Wrong!
As I took my first bite of "Canard rôti dans la merde" I knew at once that this would not be an enjoyable dining experience.
Salty…
Bitter…
Uncooked…
Slushy texture…
As my first bite slid down my throat I wished that I had another glass of that cola, just to wash it down.
Looking around the table all faces were the same.
'This is shit, let's just get out of here, I can't eat this.' Fang muttered in my ear.
Although he was quiet everyone heard him and nodded in approval.
I summoned Maureen and told her that we were leaving.
'But you haven't finished your meal. You do realise that you'll have to pay for it?'
'Yeh, yeh,' I moaned, pulling out a wad of cash, 'how much?'
'Each meal is 65 times ten is 650 plus 40 for drinks is 690.'
What can I say? I stood there shell-shocked, mouth wide open; 'You've got to be kidding me!'
'Will you pay with cash?'
I pulled everybody back to the table, 'we're going to have to eat it guys, we don't have that sort of money, especially now that we are going to have to find somewhere else to eat.'
And so reluctantly my flock sat down and forced the mush down their throats.
It took a while, it wasn't pretty, but eventually the plates were cleaned. All except a bone that Angel found in hers.
A resounding 'Ewwww' passed around the table.
Glad to be going we went to the door and I pulled out 40 for the drinks.
'You're 195 short.' Maureen grinned.
'Excuse me?'
'There was a bone left on one plate, on another a piece of meat was still speared on the fork and on another there was a bit of parsley lying on the plate. Three unfinished meals 195.'
Needless to say, I cracked.
Grabbing a plate of food from a table nearby, I slammed it on the waitresses head.
'Stuff you and stuff your restaurant! Oh by the way you never said what ……. Meant?'
'Oh it means Duck roasted in shit' The waitress smirked
So I hit her, what would you do in that situation?
Once the whole flock had exited the restaurant I looked around for somewhere to actually have a good meal.
'Ahh Max?' Fang asked as we walked towards the hotel. I followed the line of hs finger down a road off the one that we were on.
I couldn't believe that we had missed it, yet we had.
About halfway down the road was McDonalds, the Golden Arches, Maccas, Home of the BigMac.
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That spun WAY out of control, it was meant to be working out a way to destroy Itex, instead the flock were looking for Maccas and eating…….
