DISCLAIMER
As I said in the previous chapter, I do not own the Maximum Ride book series in any other way than I bought my own copies at Barnes and Noble. Maximum Ride belongs to James Patterson, but if I owned Maximum Ride things would be a bit more dark and twisted, and Dio probably would've at least made a cameo!
CHAPTER TWO
Hold it! Hit the pause button and rewind here for me! Did she just say what I thought she said? She wants me to observe and befriend then kill the Flock?
No way! This isn't possible! I thought the Flock was supposed to be perfect? I thought they were supposed to be kept around to save the world or something!
And now she says she wants me to kill them?!
I am completely and utterly confused…
"I see you're confused at this order…" the director said in her eerily cool voice. It was kind of creepy, like she was reading my mind or something… And maybe she was.
"The Flock have been deemed failed experiments, and as such they must be removed from existence lest they cause difficulties in the plan." She explained "You are one of the most successful members of your squad, but you are also toeing the line of possible execution. I believe you are better than that, so I'm giving you a chance to save yourself and terminate the Flock. Do not prove me wrong Diotima, because if you do there will be no other chances and you will be killed."
That was no threat that the Director was giving me, it was promise.
I nodded to her, showing I understood my mission and the risks that came with it.
"Good. You'll be sent out tomorrow to New Mexico, we have word that the Flock is currently there. Once there I want you to befriend the Flock as quickly as possible." She told me and motioned for me to stand "But for now please go to your containment area and study the files we have on the members of the flock. In the morning you will eat and when you return to your containment cell there will be civilian clothing and all the necessities you'll need."
That was all she said before turning her back on me, like a silent dismissal. I obeyed the Directors silent order and left the room as quickly as I could, I really couldn't wait to get away from her office and into my quarters.
There were three soldier squads at the School in this area, which was Virginia just so you know, and we each had a building that housed our quarters. The buildings weren't to far away from the School's main building and each member of the squad had a private room in their building.
The rooms were small. There was a bed, a desk with a lamp on it, a military issue trunk at the end of your bed for storing your things, a small sink with a mirror above it, and a security camera in the corner for observing our actions. The lighting was poor and there was only one window, but it was home.
Not every experiment at the School had rooms, most just lived in dog crates or cages in a room adjoining to the lab they received there tests in. Squads, and I think Erasers actually have private quarters as well, only get private quarters because they want us to be in the best shape possible when we're fighting for them.
When I got to the building my squad's private quarters were in they were deserted. I didn't take that much for me to realize that they were probably still in the exercise yard, after all we had exercise for three hours a day and my meeting with the Director had only lasted about 35 minutes.
I spent the next couple of hours reading through the rather thick files that had been left on my bed. I'll give you a summary of each one.
Max, short for Maximum (Maximum Ride is also what she goes by). She is fifteen years old now-a-days: the oldest of the avian-human hybrids and the leader of the Flock. Max has dark blond hair, highlighted with lighter blond, brown eyes, is 5 8" and wings that are pale tan with white streaks and some freckly looking brown spots and is a skilled fighter. She has the ability to fly at speeds of around 200-280mph, the ability to track scent, and can temporarily shut down her organs to "play dead". Rumor is that her destiny is to save the world.
Second-in-command, the fourteen year old, black-winged Fang is the most solitary of the flock members. He is described as handsome, dark and silent, around 6 ft tall. Biologically, he appears to be Greek, with dark hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. Fang is stronger, and is physically tougher than the rest of the flock, frequently taking near-fatal wounds and coming back again.
Fang does not yet have any powers, although some will refer to his super resilience, strength and his will to win any fight.
In short, he can be described as "the strong, silent type" or "silent, dark, nonconformist avian guy".
Iggy is fourteen and the third oldest member of the flock; his blindness, caused by a failed attempt to surgically enhance his night vision when he was younger, is one of his defining traits. He is very talented at building and using bombs, which he makes in cooperation with his best friend, the Gasman. He is also skilled at picking locks. Since he became blind, his other senses have been greatly heightened (e.g.. identifying members of the flock by the feel of their skin or feathers, a quasi-echolocation, telling when someone is coming through vibrations in the floor, and discovering a man's credit card password through the musical tones created by the keypad), and he uses them to compensate for his inability to see. Although he is blind, Iggy is the only one in the flock who can cook well.
Iggy is also very tall (in fact the tallest member of the flock) at around 6' 3", hence naturally attracting attention in public, whether good or bad. Iggy has strawberry blond hair and (sightless) blue eyes.
Nudge is African-American, 11 years old and very talkative, a regular motor mouth. Her wings are brown with russet streaks and streaked with white on the underside. She has curly brown hair with blond high-lights as well. She is a skilled computer hacker, and develops tenuous psychometric powers.
The Gasman is eight years old. He earned his name from the fact that he frequently passes gas, although he is often called Gazzy or Gasser instead. He also has the ability to mimic any sound or voice, an ability which he uses to play pranks.
Though biologically related only to Gasman, Angel is the 'baby sister' of the entire Flock, and like a daughter to Max. She is six years old, with curly blond hair and 8-foot-wide, pure white wings that together give her an angelic appearance.
Angel is a very powerful telepath and therefore can read minds, can breathe underwater, and talk to fish.
Her experiment number is eleven, lab codes were much easier back then…
Total is a black Scottish terrier that joined the Flock after their visit to The Institute of Higher Living. He also can talk.
Besides talking, he can also jump an incredible height: about 30 feet.
See, long isn't it? And that's just a summary of what was in the files…
After reading all that I couldn't help but what a nap… And that's exactly what I did.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Woot! Here we have chapter two, which I considerably longer than the prologue or chapter one. I hope you enjoyed it!
The next chapter includes Ciiirce's character Ciara Caraway! I hope she enjoys how I used Ciara!
Oh! And speaking of Ciiirce I'd like to invite anyone reading my fic to read her fic Avian Experiment 35!
That's all and I hope you'll all join me for chapter three!
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