DISCLAIMER

Sadly I don't own Maximum Ride… Instead Maximum Ride belongs to James Patterson, but I promise you that if I did write Maximum Ride it'd probably be a bit darker and there'd be a lot more Iggy!

CHAPTER ONE

"BB1992713S of Squad 7, report to the Director's office immediately. I repeat… BB1992713S of Squad 7, report to the Director's office immediately." Blared a voice over the intercom located in the exercise area.

My eyes narrowed into a glare I looked up at the intercom, as if just glaring at the device would cause the voice to come back over the line and take back the order. I snarled angrily as I pulled away from my spar with Ozymandius, who had already stopped when he heard the voice call for me.

I gave Oz a sharp nod and turned my back to him before exiting the poor excuse for an outdoor area.

So are you curious about my number-y, letter-y thing? Well it's easy to figure out actually. The first B stands for that I have bat DNA, the second for that I am the second in command on my squad, 1992 is the year I was born in, 7 for July, 13 is the day in July

I was born on, and S for the fact that I'm a soldier.

See, easy isn't it?

Anywho, so the Director… Quite honestly she terrifies me. I hear she goes by Anne, but since I'm just a Soldier Level we're only allowed to call her 'The Director'. Yeah, so she kind of terrifies me because the chick is always just so calm… It's the calm people you have to worry about you know. The ones that will explode and snap are nothing to fear, after all you can figure out their snapping point and you know what happens when they snap… But the calm ones are quiet and you'll never know what they'll do when they finally snap… See? Terrifying.

Standing outside the Directors office I did a quick appearance check. My long, slightly wavy, copper-red hair was still back in a, pretty much, neat ponytail and my black scrubs were pretty clean. As far as I knew my pale-ish skin didn't have any smudges from sparring either… Good, I was acceptable looking.

With a deep breath I knocked on the door to the directors office, hoping I hadn't been called to her office to be informed that I was to be retired or something like that…

"Enter" Came her cool voice. A tremor of fear found its way down my spine as I somehow found the strength to open the door. The Director was sitting behind a menacing looking black desk, her hands folded in front of her as she stared at me with a perfectly calm look on her face. God, I just wanted to curl up in a ball and quiver while begging for mercy just from the fact she'd looked at me…

"Please. Sit." She said with a small hand motion towards a black leather chair that was placed in front of her desk. I nodded and quickly moved forward, plopping myself into the chair as soon as I was near enough to it.

"Diotima, do you know why you're here?" she said in that same cool voice. I shook my head no. "I've been informed by a member of your squad that you showed… Weakness." I shivered lightly. Dear God, I was here to be retired…

"Normally in this situation we would have you retired, but an opportunity had arisen so your failure may be overlooked." I sighed in relief, maybe I wouldn't die… At least not within the hour that is.

"Diotima…" she started "I want you to befriend and observe the Flock… And then, when we have enough information, we'll send you a message and you're to kill them all."

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Here's the first real chapter of my fic!

It's still pretty short, I know, but here soon they'll be getting longer and longer!

Anywho! So I'd like to thank Ciiirce for being my first reviewer and submitting a character to show up later in the character, so Ciiirce…

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO YOU!

And your character is going to show up here in a few chapters!

I'm still accepting characters, and especially searching for members of Dio's squad!

Thank you very much with reading so far… I hope you'll join me for the next chapter and please review!