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Chapter 3:

I had a temporary flashback to when I was ten, Jeb teaching me to fight. So many times, he made me repeat after him to never underestimate an opponent. I don't think that was a problem here. The pimpled freak that walked into our muddy clearing was short, overweight, had fillings and his nose was crooked. I smirked and glanced at Fang. We would make short work of him.

But just as this thought made its way through my science enhanced brain, there was a gigantic splintering noise, the man fake saluted and he launched himself at me with a spinning roundhouse.

I was taken off guard, but I am one super-fast freak so I caught his ankle and used it to flip myself over his hip. I rolled and clapped a hand over his ear with all my strength. He hardly winced and pushed on with murder in his eyes. Now I don't know about you but I see something wrong with this picture. A thirty-something human is fighting me and winning. I don't want to sound up myself but I was engineered to beat any human to a pulp, and here he was hardly breaking a sweat.

I sprang forward, my fingers hooked against his eyes but he whirled away. We were practically dancing, flipping in and out of range. I managed to jump and land a slamming side kick followed by a snap kick into his kidneys. He doubled over and I took my chance, giving him a kick at the base of his neck that would leave him out cold for a few hours. Ha. I took a human moment to gloat and turned to face the stunned faces of the flock.

It was a couple of seconds before they could speak, but when they did, it was Iggy who voiced their thoughts. 'What was that?' Couldn't have said it better. What was that? I bent down and took his pulse carefully. 'Out for the count' I noted with satisfaction.

I pulled up his eyelid to look at his pupils and noticed something with a start. In his irises dozens of small numbers were swimming about among graphs and random other mathematical gibberish I will never understand. In his actual pupil, a pulse was showing, strange as that sounds. And as we watched, it gradually slowed to a flatline and a whine was heard. Hesitantly, I reached for his wrist, and sure enough, he was dead.

Now, maybe I was a paranoid numbskull, but I wasn't about to fall for pimple-face playing dead, and I backed away, issuing orders. Either he was faking or he was a bomb. That's the sort of stuff you start to expect in my life. Much as Gazzy or Iggy would want to see the free fireworks, there are times when a leader's gotta do what a leader's gotta do.

'Iggy, take Angel and Gazzy, Up and Away, Nine O'clock. Nudge, I'm giving you a minute, can you see what you can get from his clothes and stuff? Fang, over here, we need to pack our stuff.' You might not know this about me, but I'm not exactly polite and gracious and when I need someone to do something, I just order them to do it. We had about a minute before there was a chance of more pimple-faces showing up and I wanted to be far away. Speaking of which.

I leaned over, and checked his back. Pimple face had no wings. How funny. But then, I could see their logic. And I say their because we didn't know who they were. If one of them was that hard to defeat, all they needed was ten and the flock was dead. We couldn't fly forever. As soon as we touched the ground, these things would be on us. And who knew? It would only be a matter of time before they grafted wings onto them.

'No wings'. The voice came from so close I could feel warm breath on my neck. I almost died of shock and if there was a ceiling there would be a really big bill to repair it. Turning around slowly to compose myself, I met the eyes of Fang. Take a deep breath Max. My pep talk wasn't working. 'You do know that it isn't illegal for your feet to touch the ground?' No response. Figures. If he had replied I would've been amazed. Mr. Impassive Face wasn't good with surprises.