Chapter 2

MAX POV

I just realized that I never introduced myself. I am Maximum Ride, leader of the Flock. Our Agency was unfortunately run by our biggest enemy, unknown to me. And you know how much I hate not knowing things! Anyway, I am the leader which means I am in charge of planning the ops and running them. I will now introduce you to my flock.

Fang, he is a spy. He has always been able to… well, spy on people but, ever since Itex captured us he has been a little too invisible for everyone's liking. He doesn't talk much (opposite of Nudge), and he enjoys practicing his hand to hand combat, and is not a weapons person. (I make him carry one anyway. Leader Props!)

Iggy, he is our lead weapons expert. He knows everything there is to know about weapons. He used to be really and I mean really, into pyrotechnics. But, he has upgraded to "big boy" toys (His words not mine) and left Gazzy to explode thing on his own (which he does…a lot). He is like a brother to me, and no offense to anyone but, siblings can be annoying as all get out. He enjoys making sexist jokes and is the most immature even at 17, which are also mine and Fang's ages.

Nudge, is our intelligence person. She can hack anything, seeing as how they got those documents (see chapter 1). She loves to talk, shop, and is the winner for most complaint letters to the Agency about the uniforms. She gets all the information on our ops for me and she also loves to change topics quickly. She could probably be the world's fastest subject changer, seriously. I've tried to get her to stop talking because it really doesn't help the surprise attacks when they can hear her from a mile away. But, She is the most fashionable 15-year-old I know. (I only know one.)

Gazzy, he's the most innocent and curious one of the group. He's the one that you tell not to touch something and then as soon as you turn your back he's all over it. Gazzy loves bombs; he can make both kinds (natural and artificial). He has seen the least amount of horrors of the world out of all of us. The bombings some enemies faced rivaled the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings of WWII. He is thirteen and by far the youngest- and best- pyrotechnic.

Angel, a little 11-year-old with the most personalities I have ever seen. She can impersonate any person in the world, and is our inside information person. Her childhood innocence ended long ago, ever since that dirty old smuggler decided to give her a crash course in his dirty thoughts. Boy, those were some interesting debriefings!

~Back to the story~

I woke up on my very hard pillow. I glanced up to see Fang and then realized I was wearing his shirt and blushed. I heard him wake up and silently asked him what's with the shirt?

"You were shivering" Fang murmurs, getting up to start breakfast, leaving me looking like a red tomato. I look around and notice that everyone is still sleeping. Silently thanking the heavens that no one witnessed that embarrassing scene. As I was watching Fang I took a genuine interest in just how hard/toned my pillow really was. "Enjoying the view?" Fang says, giving me his signature smirk. It annoys me; I mean would it kill him to show a little emotion? I take off his shirt and hand it back to him.

"It's nothing special" I say avoiding his laser sharp gaze. When I look up Fang instantly notices how embarrassed I am and once again his lovely smirk appears on his sexy olive toned face…wait what?! I did not just say that! Ignore the last two sentences, and let's carry on with our story.

Moving on…

"Morning Max" Gazzy says, sleep still evident in his eyes. He walks to the stream and splashes some water on his face. Fang goes to hand him his breakfast and I watch him or more specifically his backside. Darn, I really need to get these hormones under control, what is with me today?! Fang hands me my breakfast and goes to wake up Nudge and Iggy who are sleeping surprisingly close together. When Fang rouses them they look at each other and blush at their close proximity. Fang tells them to get breakfast and is about to get Angel when she screams.

"Ahh! Stop it!" Angel squirming and looks as if she is in pain. I run to Angel, seeing as she is still sleeping, trying to comfort my baby.

"Angel it's okay! No one is going to hurt you. You are okay." I tell her. She suddenly snaps her eyes open and a look of relief passes over her young face. She calms down and stands up to get breakfast while everyone else goes back to eating. I see something out of the corner of my eye. And, quicky turn that way to investigate. Ten year in a spy agency has let me know to never ever disregard something as nothing. Out here, especially now when the Agency is hunting us, any small slip up could cost us our lives. I hear voices and quickly signal for everyone to quiet down. I pick up my bag and the flock follows my lead.

"Up and Away" I call out. My flock instantly takes off. Unfortunately, the search team also heard me so they come running and start shooting at us.

"Max help!" Gazzy's leg is hit! I swoop down to get him. And soon we are far enough away that the shooting stops. When land about two hours later Gazzy's leg is still bleeding a little and I couldn't hold him much longer. We passed over a hospital and I landed, tucking my wings in. The rest of the flock follows my lead.

"Max what are you doing?!" Fang yells. "They can find us even easier and it will be even harder to leave a hospital quickly enough!"

"Are you a doctor? Can you remove a bullet?" Fang shakes his head no. "Well, then Gazzy is still losing blood, so why not take to someone who can" And with that I barge into the Hospital and call for assistance.

~Time Skip~

"Charles should be fine and awake in about an hour, Chelsea." I smile at the nurse and thank her as she goes to answer the phone. The flock is already inside Gazzy's room, waiting for him to wake up. I just spent 30 minutes filling out paperwork with fake information that will be useless. But, it keeps us from drawing attention to ourselves, so it was worth it. I sit down next to Fang and sigh, worn out.

"Go to sleep, Max" Fang whispers. I lay my head on his shoulder thinking about our next move now that they found us again. I yawn loudly; I guess maybe a nap would do us all good. As we all –except Fang, he's on watch- drift off I look around at my disheveled and exhausted flock. One thing's for sure, they're going to regret ever messing with my family.

So I tried to add more detail in this chapter. Tell me what you think!

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