Nudge the Quileute17
The Air Shows
Nudge's POV
The flock and I now are working with this anti-pollution group, the Coalition to Stop the Madness, or the CSM, as spokes-mutants. We do air shows, because everyone's seen the Blue Angels before, but it's not like you can get the flying kids anytime you want.
We get to travel around the world, going to the most polluted cities and do air shows and then the people in charge hand out flyers and talk about the dangers of pollution. Of course, there are some risks. Max was nearly killed by a crazy sniper guy. He blew himself up so that we couldn't catch him and we ended up with scratches and cuts—the usual you'd get when a building explodes outwards at you.
Fang agreed to let us do one more air show, but I really liked them, even though it put us in danger. We changed our choreography to protect ourselves. We had just landed when we were attacked by a new group of enemies. That meant trouble. We fought our way through and then, after we finished fighting the enemy with some help from the new security hired by the CSM to protect us, Fang and Max agreed that there would be no more air shows. We went to a safe house, a fifth one, actually, and saw Dr. Martinez and Ella. Ed was completely out of it when he saw Ella and he ran over to her to make sure she was happy. The whole imprinter/imprintee relationship can get kinda annoying, but he has to deal with me and Iggy, so it's only fair that I have to deal with him and Ella.
Then Max went for a late night flight and got hurt. She asked Jeb about some Mr. Chu guy and then decided she would find information. She unnecessarily reminded us to be careful and we always returned in one piece.
We left Mexico and moved to Washington and started going to the Day and Night School, but after we had been there for a few days or so, Dr. Martinez was kidnapped. We had to rescue her and fast. Then we were surrounded by more of the robots from the attack at Mexico City and Gazzy, Iggy, and Ed all blew them up, shooting the electrical power in our house.
An armored car came to get us and, at first, Max told me to get into the car, until I told her that I just didn't have it in me anymore. I no longer had the fight instinct in me. She let me stay, but told I couldn't get my wings cut off, not matter how badly I wanted to. I was really glad that Max understood what I wanted and I was all set to stay at the school. Right after the flock left, though, the phone rang, again.