Propelling myself into the air, I quickly turned west, Nudge and Gazzy falling into formation besides me. The desert looked even more obsolete from above, nothing but cursed sand and geysers that spit out noxious fumes from all around. The chances of finding any source of food or shelter in this area… Not good. Especially considering that we were a flock of six bird kids that needed an incredible amount of calories to sustain ourselves. Sighing despairingly to myself, already making plans of relocation, I was quite startled when when Nudge gasped dramatically behind me.
"Look Max! Is that a hobo camp? Do you think we could join for a few days? Get some rest?" she squealed excitedly.
"Why would there be hobos out here?" Gazzy asked incredulously. "There's nothing to eat! Plus it would be horrible to get out here if you didn't have wings! I mean look! No roads, no train tracks no nothing!"
"No… That's definitely not a hobo camp. Look- Some of the men have armor on." I commented suspiciously. "But why have a renaissance faire out here?" I muttered. "It doesn't make sense."
"Well… Can we still stay there a while?" Nudge asked.
"Hmmm… I don'-" I cut off abruptly, screeching in surprised pain along with Nudge and Gazzy.
"MAX! HELP!" hearing Angels panicked and frightened mental voice spurred me into action even through the pain. Swerving dramatically eastward I shouted;
"PLAN T-4 POSITIONS FOXTROT IMMEDIATELY!" I roared racing towards the rest of my flock, desperately trying to constrain myself from just warping towards their desperate pleas.