A/N:

Hi Person Reading This! I am TREX IS DA BEST (Author of Which one are you?) and I am the author of chapter 2. Sorry if I am not a better writer than SallSall but the truth is, I am NOT (in my opinion) better than her. SallSall and I are actually on a joint profile TaNdEmGiRlz. Please enjoy! (Written by me – TREX IS DA BEST as I said before.)

Hi! This is SallSall. TREX IS DA BEST doesn't know I'm here. Thanks for the compliments, mate. I know how you just lurve my story! *Waves and walks off*

Disclaimer: Not James Patterson so I obviously don't own Maximum Ride.

Max's POV:

"Wes!" shouted Val as she stood up and straightened her skirt. Wes came power walking- almost sprinting- over with the other big guy trailing behind. Must be Wes' apprentice or some kind of bodyguard in training. Ha! As if Val would have a trainee. She would have nothing but the best.

"Wait there!" exclaimed Mr Willington. "This is the perfect chance for you people to work together." Everyone looked at him with raised eyebrows. I must add it looked quite funny, what with everyone quirking an eyebrow.

"How is everybody going to work together if they think each other are weirdos?" I thought. "Wow, I have to hand it to you, Mr. Willington, can't you tell we are NOT ever going to be able to work together? I ride solo. That's it, end of story. Especially Mrs. Up herself here. Uh, I shudder just looking at the sequin bad thing."

"Here's an idea," Fine!" retorted Val. "Let's see if we can work together nicely and without any arguments." This idea was regarded with silence and one snort. - From my nose.

Soon, Val added with a sarcastic smile: "Like that is going to happen. Look at us; you think we can work TOGETHER? I don't think so, so I'll do my business while you guys do your own, all good? I've got to figure out what and who that scream was from." Val smiled craftily, picked up her small, black handbag and headed out the door.

"Stop!" cried Mr Willington. "Everybody just stop!" We all turned around and faced him. I irritatedly paused mid stride. "You four must work together. The case I have yet to mention is of uttermost importance, possible the most dangerous and difficult to solve yet." The little emotion that had been in his voice disappeared, his face returning to 'The Stone Man'.

Hey! Mr. Willington was almost as skilled as 'Mr. Rolland' there at performing 'The Stone Man'! Fang being the master and having not uttered even a grunt so far. Of course his face was neutral too.

Mr. W, as Forest put it, had looked so sad and desperate that I almost felt sorry for him, ALMOST being the key word here.

"Ok," I suggested. "How about we try just this once to work together and if it doesn't work, than whoever wants to quit can quit, is that fair?" I glanced around. Forest heartily nodded, Fang smirked and Val's left eye twitched. Seeing her, I felt a smile play on my lips. "And I can guarantee you, if Ms. Martinez doesn't switch attitudes, I'll be the first to go." I had to add.

Whew! Everyone agreed; even Val dipped her head ever so slightly.

"We should go quickly," muttered Forest. "Shouldn't keep someone in danger waiting for that long. Which is pretty long, my homies. You guys were blubbering on and the victim was screaming, man!"

One by one, we hurriedly left the room and ran to where we thought the high-pitched scream came from. Bursting into a VIP lobby, lying on the ground was a young lady around my age with her round eyes open wide with fright, huddled in a corner.

"People, please step away and let the expert do her work," said Val, pushing people aside as she moved from the back of the crowd to get to the front. She could push hard for someone so pathetically weeny and skinny.

"Argh!" screamed the lady again as Val came closer. The lady started cowering even more, burying her face into her long, light blue dress. She didn't look half bad, apart from the wild animal crazed look etched into her expression.

"Move aside please," I said. Ordered, even. Val didn't –of course. Oh My Gosh! She's just a stuck up, annoying brat who thinks she knows everything there is in the world and thinks she's the best at everything. Not to mention the weird bodyguard situation and the bad, snooty nosed attitude.

I walked up and gently (yeah, right. GENTLE by your definition might mean a small tug or pat but gentle by my standards is a full on shove/ punch get-you-outta-the-way manoeuvrer.) shoved Val out of the way. I could feel myself chuckling on the inside; it was nice making her angry because she was so up herself, always boasting about who she's met and what she'd done. I felt self-satisfied.

I knelt down slowly until the dress wouldn't allow me to anymore. ARGH! I hate this dress, it's so freaking short and annoying.

"Hello, what's your name?" I asked the lady as sweetly as I could. The frightened lady looked up slowly. Yahoo! Beat that Ms. Martinez know-it-all! I quickly looked at Val with a triumphant smile, hehe, I could see her fuming behind the 'straight' face.

"I...I...I'm Brigid..." stammered the young lady. Looking at her from my position, I would say she looked like a nice, pretty girl but being what I am, a spy/detective, I know from my experience, looks can be DECEIVING.

"Okay Brigid, would you tell me what happened here?" Brigid shook her head, looking alarmed again. Great, this case was getting frustrating, especially with Ms. Know-it-all standing less than a metre next to me, waiting for me to fail and take over the case.

I took in a deep breath, definitely not-going-to-give-up!

"That's fine if you don't want people to know yet. I understand you're frightened and scared but you have to tell us sometime, okay?" Brigid nodded. She motioned for me to come closer, I stepped closer. When I was about 1 metre away, she slowly stood up and walked out the slide out glass door behind her, I followed with curiosity and my head buzzing with questions. Everyone else followed behind me in a long line.

Suddenly, Brigid spun around. She raised her hand indicating stop. Then she pulled me towards her and told the others to go away. Val glared at me, I smirked back. Now she wasn't the VIP who solved every case, I'll be the one this time.

Brigid led me into a beautiful breath-taking room. It had a large, sparkling chandelier on the ceiling, velvet chairs, stained glass windows...

"Hello? Excuse me, are you listening?" I heard a voice calling me; I focused back to the real world. Brigid waving her hands around in front of my face, just then I realised I was gawping with my jaw nearly touching the ground. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a little.

I sat down on a soft red velvet chair; it was one of the comfiest chairs I've ever sat on. Brigid sat opposite me on a couch that looked seriously expensive and comfy but I was happy to be sitting in this chair. Brigid took out a pen and notepad and started scribbling down notes while I looked at her... confused. What the...

"I know you may be wondering why I am scribbling down notes on a piece of paper instead of telling you the story of what happened to me out there in the corridor, well I shall tell you" said Brigid continuing to write. "You see, I work for the same boss as Mr Willington and our boss is one of the most confidential and powerful bosses in the world. His name is..."

I listened eagerly, this was some important stuff. Brigid looked up, and smiled.

"Sorry, you may have to wait for a longer time to find out our boss' name. I am not allowed to tell you yet but right now I shall tell you about the 'accident' outside," said Brigid. She smiled, focused all her attention on me and started.

"I received a phone call on my special gadget phone from my boss a few days and went to the Headquarters straight away. When I arrived, Mr Willington was already there and waiting for me to accept the mission with him. Our boss wanted us to round up some of the best and most successful spies and detectives including you, Maximum Ride, along with Fang Rolland, Val Martinez and Forest Seaman Rockwell and see how well you guys could work together. If you guys cooperate well you will be able to..." Bang! A bullet sped across the room, shattered the glass and hit Brigid right on the shoulder, she felt crumpled in a pile onto the floor. I gasped in shock and looked to my left, where the bullet had come from and...

A/N:

Second chappie ends here! Sorry people about the cliff hanger and how short this chappie is compared to the 1st one. Truth is: My brain can't think of anything. It took me 4 or more weeks to finish this and the result was the above. Ah well... I'll try to try harder next time. So long for now.

Fare thee well but be back soon... AND REVIEW!