Maximum Ride: Life or Death

by turquoiseflame

Takes place after book four. ITEX has risen out of the ashes and now seeks revenge over Max and the Flock. They’re on the run once again trying to stop this evil company and their new-and-improved plan. And what will Max decide to do about Fang? Fax.

4. Trackers?

A/N- I'm soooo sorry for the long wait. I have been really busy and had a bad case of writers block. But here is chapter four, sorry It's short but I am uploading two chapters today so hopefully that will make up for it. :)

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The Tracker tapped lightly on his transmitter, it crackled a little but he could barely understand the voice on the other end.

"You see the targets?" It buzzed.

"Affirmative. We have them surrounded." The Tracker replied in his almost human voice. He could see them moving from a distance, the tallest female was in front of the rest holding the hand of the smallest female. The rest were behind including a small dog. This made the Tracker hesitate, his directions had failed to mention a dog. Taking a closer look he could see two very small white wings folded in on the dogs back. Interesting. He would bring him back with the others.

"Well then what are you waiting for?! Bring them to me!" The voice shouted.

Again the transmitter crackled, but this time there was no voice on the other end. He threw it hard against a tree and it immediately stopped crackling, bits of plastic flew in all directions. There, he had fixed it, just like he would fix the winged children.

He motioned for the army to come forward from behind the trees. It was time. He, with the rest of his army leaped out of the cover of the foliage and broke into a run. Of course, with the speed they had been programmed with they reached the mutant children in less than half a minute. He skidded to a halt right in front of the oldest female stopping her in her tracks, her eyes went wide and the girl beside her gasped. The Tracker smiled, this was the reaction he had hoped for.

"What the hell?" The dark haired male muttered surprised.

"Who are you?!" The female at the front snarled.

"We are the Trackers. You will come with us or we will take you by force."

"No freaking way!" She replied, unfurling her wings and taking off followed by the others. The Tracker motioned for the rest of the army to attack. Show time.