A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, I love them.

Claimer*: I do own Maximum Ride. Muahahahahahaha. Sue me.

BS Weapons Training

Palmer stood at the front of the class, tensed, waiting for one of us to do something unusual and end up completing it.

He opened a case on the desk and took out a black pistol.

"This is the Beretta M9, a semiautomatic pistol," he said, pointing it away from us, "It's one of the safest and best-designed handguns in the world and is standard issue for many branches of the US military." He paused.

Gazzy put his hand up. The Lieutenant Colonel's face seemed to lose some of its colour but he ploughed on, deliberately shunning him.

"Capable of handling fifteen round magazines, this weapon has proved to be one of the most reliable and accurate—"

Gazzy had started waving his hand back and forth, and Palmer gritted his teeth before answering.

"This better be good, son,"

"The beretta is great and all," said Gazzy earnestly, "but I've heard the military-issued model tends to jam something awful. People think it's the weird finish on the barrels. Plus, it's supposedly really heavy, bowling ball heavy. Kind of like the all-steel M1911 model. And then the trigger's too far away for most people, even if they have big hands…"

The expression on the guy's face was funny, he was completely stunned, again.

And in case you're wondering, Gazzy and Iggy are experts on all weapons, not just explosives.

"Gazzy looked at him, worried he'd ruined his demonstration, "It's still a really neat gun though," said Gazzy, "And did you know—if you stick the spring from a clothespin under the safety when…"

Gazzy went onto explain how with a gun and a small spring, he could make an explosive, he and Iggy slapping high fives.

I mean how the hell does he find out these things?

We continued to show our aptitude with guns and a minute later, he rubbed his eyes tiredly, probably thinking that he'd never have believed an eight year old knew more about his weapons than he did.

"Class dismissed," he said, and laid his head down on the desk.

A/N: And that is the end of the BS. Since there's not much, I'll type up the first chapter of Book 6 for those who haven't seen it. And sorry it's late, my internet froze.

*Claimer is not actually true.