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Annabeth Chase POV

As I saw my best friend run up to the… whatever it was, I felt my blood boil. Probably because Percy happened to be running up to something that could possibly rip his head off and turn on us at any second. I thought over whether I should stop him or not until I heard a soft voice.

"We wouldn't do that," objected the youngest, and the most adorable little girl I have ever seen to be precise. Wait... my eyes widened in surprise. I'm sure I didn't say that out loud. So how had she known what I thought?

I read your mind. A voice in my head said simply, ending in a carefree tone. I jumped in place. Why was the child's voice inside my mind and not in the atmosphere where it belonged?

Because we're- erm… Max'll murder me if she finds out I told you anything. So, I'll just let Percy tell you, since he knows about everything already. The little girl stated. I answered her with: How does he knows about this?

I can't tell you that, it's supposed to be hush-hush. Sorry Annabeth. Now the cherub knows my name. What doesn't she know? I looked up from the girl to see Percy with an anxious expression towards the eldest female, who I suppose was the leader of the six since they all seemed to look towards her with a respect, I'm guessing she's the one the angel-like child had called 'Max'. What's going on over there?

Maximum Ride POV

"Get back here!" I shouted at the moving piece of heavenly goodness. I chased the cloaked being down the streets of New York as it left a trail of delicious crumbs in its wake. You read that right, 'crumbs'. I, Maximum Ride, was chasing one of my mother's cookies after he ran away from the cookie jar after I had lifted the lid. It was the only one left and he would. Be. Mine.

Secret Agent Chip was definitely the smartest cookie of the bunch, but even he could not get away from me.

Well, that's what I thought until it jumped into a metallic red convertible and drove off into the horizon, cackling madly after screaming, "You'll never get your hands on me cookie-eating bi-"

Just then, the city of New York began shaking, skyscrapers crashing down, sidewalks cracking open, the whole shebang. All of a sudden, I was back in the airplane, lying on a soft surface of black material. Stupid cookie. I glared at the cloth in front of me. I'll get it next time.

I twisted in my position so I was facing upwards. I sighed peacefully, until I saw Fang looking down at me with something dancing behind those usually-stoic eyes of his. Happiness? No. Laughter? No, definitely not. I was stumped on what emotion was swimming in the dark-chocolate depths.

"Good to see you return to the land of the living," he stated, a light tone in his comforting voice.

I stuck my tongue out at him and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Then it hit me. Why was I in Fang's lap? I sat up at lightning speed.

"When did I get on to your lap?" I questioned him.

"You were talking in your sleep about tracking down 'Secret Agent Chip.' Then you raised the metal divider in your sleep and just, well, laid down." Smooth explanation, but I know I don't move much in my sleep. Yeah, I sleep-talk, but I don't do much action other than switching from side to side and occasionally punching the closest person to me (ask Nudge about that incident, she'll keep you listening for days). I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head at Fang, knowing he was lying.

"You were leaning against the window, and then you practically crash landed on to this thing," he gestured towards the now lifted metal barrier. "So, I moved it up and put you on my lap so you'd be more comfortable," my life-long best friend shrugged casually.

I nodded, content with his explanation.

"Aww. I'm touched that you care about me so much to make me cozy," I joked in a small voice, folding my hands in my lap, pouting a bit and tilting my head to the side. Fang rolled his eyes the second the seat-belt icon above our head lit up.

"Passengers, this is your captain speaking. We will be landing at JFK Airport in approximately ten minutes. Please buckle your seat belts and secure all compartments, tables and loose belongings. We thank you for flying JetBlue Airlines. I am Captain Keith McKerry and have a great day," the hollow, yet cheery sounding voice came over the aircraft's speakers.

I fastened the safety device while Fang checked under his seat to make sure his laptop was safely tucked away. Clutching my blue windbreaker in my hands, I gazed out the window to my left, watching the clouds drift by, the sun still resting, not yet reaching the horizon. The threatening clouds had vanished, as if the storm had never taken place. The buildings of New York City and the striking lights were visible from behind the glass.

Finally, the sensation you get when landing filled the air. Causing younger children to cry out and a whole lot of people to place a piece of gum into their mouths. After a few minutes of that, the plane bounced twice as it landed on the runway of JFK Airport.

The seat belt icon had switched off and the vehicle was full of chatter and movement. Behind us, Angel and Nudge were standing on the aisle seat's arm to reach the compartment that was way above their reach. To make sure neither of them fell on to a civilian or injured themselves, Fang quickly carried each of the two down to the floor and grabbed their pink and purple bags for them. Angel's was a purple satchel with the blond of the Bratz posing on the cover. Nudge's was a black and silver "Op Art Sabrina Style Coach Bag" (Nudge's exact wording). The $298 bag was a gift from my mother to Nudge, why anyone would spend that much on a purse was beyond me.

In front of us, Gazzy was gently holding his green windbreaker under one arm as Iggy retrieved their belongings. In Iggy's left hand was Gazzy's black and red Transformers backpack that happened to have a wire or two sticking out of one of the pockets. Iggy, Fang and I didn't have an actual carry-on bags with us since most of our belongings were in our luggage and everything that was important we had stashed into the younger kids' bags. Fang only had his laptop case to keep his XPS in.

Soon enough, we filed out of the cramped airplane, walking as fast as possible in the incredibly tight walkways. The whole time I had an urge to punch the nearest person, which would have been a serious business man who happened to be glaring at his iPhone screen. At last, we reached the point where the stewardesses thanked us and said their goodbyes. The seven of us, including Total, zoomed down the hallway leading to the airport.

Once we got past all the security checkpoints, we walked towards the luggage pickup area. We were beginning to calm a bit, seeing as the space between each individual person was fairly wide.

But then the relaxed vibes that had begun to settle in our minds fled when we saw two women with tail attack three teenagers nearby. Why does stuff like this always happen to us?

Being the hero I am, I nudged Fang lightly in the shoulder. When he looked over at me, I nodded my head over to the scene on my right. My second in command nodded, already knowing I wanted to pull my hero act and together, we extended our wings. If the people here didn't care about women with snake tails, they wouldn't care about teenagers with wings, right? Guess not, as we freed our wings to show the world, gasps and whispers were heard throughout the airport. I looked around the spacious room that contained nearly ten conveyor belts to see almost every set of eyes on Fang and I. No turning back now.

Together, we set off as high as we could in the confined area. Sticking our feet out in front of us, we slammed into the heads of the two women, just as we did with the Flyboys back in Hawaii. Landing, the two of us saw that the beings were unconscious, most likely not expecting a blow to the head from combat boot-wearing bird children. But really, who would?

I crossed my tan arms over my chest and kept my wings out, our secret being blown anyway. Fang did the same. Looking up from what I'm guessing were reptile-human hybrids , I saw three teenagers, each wielding an incredibly sharp, shiny weapon in their hands. Tense teens plus pointy knives equals bad. Thus, Fang and I moved to stand in front of the flock, who had ran over when we knocked the "women" unconscious.

There were two boys in front of us, one that looked to be around my age with black hair that was a bit shaggy and fell right over his eyebrows, his eyes a blue-green color as he looked at us, his face had a smirk plastered onto it, his eyes laughing.

The other seemed to be near the age of twelve. He was the owner of messy black hair that covered his mysterious dark brown eyes. His olive toned face seemed a tad bit confused, though the main emotion seemed like boredom. On the hand that wielded an onyx sword was a skull ring. Oh great, another Fang on our hands.

To our left was a girl that looked around sixteen, her dirty blond hair in a pony tail behind her. Her thunderous grey eyes were narrowed, as if trying to figure something out about us. Gee, I wonder if she's questioning the wings.

"Look what's finally decided to leave the depths of Tartarus! Haven't seen any of your kind yet." Mr. Green Eyes spoke. I felt my eyebrows knit together as I worried that we might needto contact the nearest mental institute and fast. From behind me, I heard Angel laugh at my thoughts.

As usual, I felt an urge to stick some sort of comment into the air. "Haven't seen any of your kind either… It's not every day that I meet three stupid kids that have the guts to use weapons out in public, which should get you filed for terrorism or something, while sticking around to be eaten by snake women."

The youngest stepped forward and whisked his blade straight through the mutants, having them automatically turn into sulfur-scented yellow dust on contact. Maybe they're magical reptile-human hybrids. Meanwhile, Fang had jumped in front of me when the eldest boy had made a move to cut right through with us. When I expected Fang to keel over, nothing happened.

I inspected his torso, but he was perfectly fine, just as how he was before, not even a cut on his shirt.

"You know, normally when someone saves you from getting killed, you at least say thank you, not try to slice them open like a piece of meat," I muttered while checking on Fang once more. Wouldn't you if your friend was supposed to be dead but was standing like nothing even happened?

"Percy…" My head whipped up to see the blond speaking. "I don't think they're monsters…" she slowly stuffed her knife into a pouch on her backpack. Monsters? I wonder what the government is going to think about this. "Mr. President? I'm here to report several teenagers attacking us and calling us monsters in the luggage pickup area of JFK Airport, do you have any comment on this?," most likely, the guy would just laugh at us.

"Gee… I know Iggy's pretty hideous, but that doesn't mean we're monsters," Gazzy remarked, resulting in Iggy punching his companion jokingly. The rest of us snickered.

The girl spoke again, "So, if you guys aren't monsters, what are you?"

"Sorry, that would be top secret information. So, it's been great helping you with these little… whatever you call them, but we've gotta jet. Bye now." I spun on my heel and began to walk back towards the luggage-go-round, only to hear heavy footsteps behind us..

'Percy' appeared in front of me, as Fang and I glared at him. He flinched slightly but continued to look me in the eyes.

"Are you the bird kids that are starting at Goode High School?" He inquired, a nervous expression filling his eyes.

I nodded slowly, unsure of how he knew that information. He ran a hand through his hair.

"Mom is going to kill me when she hears about this…" he groaned.

"Wait, are you one of the people who's supposed to help 'the flock' with everything?" I asked, making air quotes around the words 'the flock' while furrowing my eyebrows in slow comprehension. He smiled tensely.

"That's me," Percy chuckled apprehensively. I brought a hand against my face, rubbing my fingers against my temple.

The people who were supposed to help me save the world were a group of weapon-happy teenagers. Perfect.

Dear Readers,

I apologize for the MAJOR lateness of this update. My editor, Blissful-x-Optimism, has been quite busy, so I decided to take the editting into my own hands. Ha... I probably should've updated WAY more during the summer, but eh, waddaya expect? It was summer. When you're supposed to be a lazy bum and all. Hahaha. Well, I'll TRY to update sooner. I'm in honors again this year (might be getting kicked out due to low grades but who knows?). Plus there's the usual teen drama. Fun... Lol. OKAY! Review Response Time!!!

RedRangerBelt: Well.... If you read this chapter, everyone meets each other right now. Hahaha

igsdabom: LMAO! Luv ur name xD I'll get to the whole Iggy situation at the bottom of this note.

..: OMG, love your name too!! Hahaha, well, I've considered that pairing before writing this story, so it just MIGHT appear. I'm not a hundred percent sure.

jj: Haha, I see you're a more "to the point" sort of person. I'll keep that in mind.

raikimonducktape99: sweet pen name ^_^. And yes, Izzy Jr. brings me so much joy. -wipes tear- lmao

Winged-Vampyre-Gallagher-Girl: How many awesome pen names are there? God. Lol, love urs too!!! OMG, did u read the third Gallagher book yet. I was like, screaming for most of it. xD And I'm glad to see SOMEONE supports Jade. lol

iscreamdrizzle: Yeah, I tweaked their ages a bit. Heh... But it helps the plot out a TON.

Violet Tsirblou: I hear ya, everywhere you look there's a romance here, a romance there. But you gotta admit, it's good. Lmao, tyvm for ur support!!

DarrenShanIsMine: Well, I've thought of your suggestion so many times once I read your review, it's not even funny. But Iggy's love life is so far, undecided.

OKAY!!! Iggy Time:

Iggy: Yes!!! Which girl do I get put with? -jumps up and down-

Me: That, Iggy, is undecided. I'll probably just give you a love life whenever some romance/comedy/filling in stuff is needed. Sorry

Iggy: -pouts- Fine.... But I'm good as long as I get my own trailer/ -puppy dog eyes-

Me: Fine, fine, it's in the back -snaps fingers and trailer appears-

Iggy: -squeals-

HAHAHA. So.... Yeah. Sorry if there was bad grammar in this chapter and if it doesn't make sense. Put your opinions/flames/compliments/comments in a review and I'll use them to improve! Muy gracias! ^_-

Love ya!
123-Cat-Cat-321

P.S.

The chapter that was meant to be before this is now there. Go read it!!