Chapter 1
"This just gets easier everytime." I skillfully breezed past the whack-job scientist without making a sound. To anyone else, the scene looked like a bunch of weird scientists with crazy hair colors laughing like idiots, in a building dedicated for 'research'. To me, it looked like a bunch of idiots trying to blow up the whole freaking city with their latest nuclear toys, and are about to get a serious beating from yours truly.
I was dressed in all black. Black knee-length combat boots, black gloves, black pants, black full-sleeve shirt, black sunglasses, and even the stupid black ski-mask. Yes, me, Maximum Ride, wearing a ski-mask. If my buddies were here, they would never let me live this down. I blame the voice. I crept around the corner to another hallway. I peered through a window to see the scientists; I'm going to call them idiots, filing down into an underground cellar so they won't be blown to bits when their bomb goes off.
I continued to creep past the doors and abruptly stopped in front of one.
Geeā¦ I wonder where they keep their bomb! Oh! It must be in the room they labeled BOMB LOCATION in BIG RED BOLD LETTERS. Can they get any more obvious? I thought they were smarter than the average 3rd grader. Apparently, I was wrong. They didn't even have an electric lock or a security system or something! Ugh, they're such dumbasses it annoys me. I walked inside and brought out my pliers, and started snipping at the three main wires.
Snap! There goes the red one. Snap! There goes the blue one. Only on more left.
Only one more to go!
I just said that
Hello Maximum.
Shut up, Voice.
No, you Shut up.
Just be quiet.
You be quiet.
NO, YOU SHUT UP! WHOEVER YOU ARE!
I'm your conscience.
NO! CONSCIENCES DON'T WAKE PEOPLE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND TELL THEM TO GO DEACTIVATE A FRICKIN' BOMB! NOW SHUT THE HELL UP AND GO AWAY!
Great. Now I'm talking to a voice in my head that's NOT MINE. I was about to cut the last wire when
"HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
Crap,crap,crap, this is what I get for listening to stupid voices in my head.
"Saving Miami from freaks like you!" I snipped the last wire. A short-circuiting noise cackled behind me and the sudden smell of burned computers filled the air. I started jogging away from the room. He was pathetically flat-out sprinting after me, and he couldn't catch me. Wimp. While the loser was trying to get a hold of me, I was thinking up a way to knock him out. The traditional beat-the-crap-out-of-him way is too boring. I decided to try something different. I ran into a dead end and moved aside at the last second. And you know what he did? He came charging through, and He. Ran. Into. The. Wall.
Okay, what do you do when you're in a mad scientist lab and you have an unconscious idiot on the floor? Say it with me. AWKWARD.
Umm, I guess I'll go now. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Shit! I was supposed to be at the headquarters at four A.M! I checked the clock. 3:45. Ugh. Stupid voice and its save Miami mission. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!
Oh well. I hauled myself out of the window and landed on the balls of my feet. I hopped onto my motorbike and sped off towards headquarters. Might as well see what Mr. Pottucinni (or Blake) had to talk to me about.