"I know," I told her. "But we'll be back. Promise."
"Why do you have to go?" Ella wailed.
"I have...responsibilities," I said. "You know, a world to keep saving and all that."
We each hugged Mom and Ella about a hundred times. Total peed on their sage bushes and gave Magnolia a dirty look.
Then it was just me and Jeb, facing each other. I knew he wanted a hug. I also knew that my hugs didn't come cheap.
"So, why me, Jeb?" I asked. "How come I'm supposed to save the world, when I'm not even the most evolved experiment?"
"You're evolved enough," he said. He swallowed. "Max, you're the last of the hybrids who still has...a soul."
I thought about how empty and expressionless Omega had been. Hmm.
"She doesn't have soul," Gazzy scoffed. "Have you ever seen her dance?"
"Not soul, Gazzy," I said. "A soul."
"Oh."
One last good-bye, and then Fang and I looked at each other.
"Okay, let's hit it," I said, just as he said, "Up and away, guys."
I gave him a little smile. I turned to the others. "You heard 'im. Up and away!"
Then we were flying again, rising above the confusing and troubled Earth, into the simple, perfect, clear blue sky, where everything was peaceful and made sense.
"You know what?" Total said conversationally. Iggy had him in a carrier thing on his back that Mom had found in her attic. It made flying with Total much easier. Okay, basically it was a baby carrier, but for God's sake don't tell Total.
"What?" I asked.
"Your mom isn't so bad."
"Gee, thanks," I said dryly, and the others laughed.
And finally, as we fly off into the sunset, so to speak, there's only one thing for me to add:
Hopefully, we'll be back.
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Maximum Ride Book Three - Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports
James Patterson
For Kelly and Kevin Okun
And for everybody out there who might love books, if they were given books that loved them back
Many thanks to Gabrielle Charbonnet, my conspirator, who flies high and cracks wise. And to Mary Jordan, for brave assistance and research at every twist and turn.
To the reader:
The idea for Maximum Ride comes from earlier books of mine called When the Wind Blows and The Lake House, which also feature a character named Max who escapes from a quite despicable School. Most of the similarities end there. Max and the other kids in Maximum Ride are not the same Max and kids featured in those two books. Nor do Frannie and Kit play any part in Maximum Ride. I hope you enjoy the ride anyway.
Prologue
"We have meticulously crafted the skeleton of our new world," the Director proclaimed from the large TV screen in the conference room. "Parts of this skeleton are scattered across the globe. Now the time has come to connect those parts, to become one! And, as one, we will commence our Re-Evolution!"
The Director stopped speaking when she noticed that the phone was vibrating in the pocket of her white lab coat. Frowning, she pulled it out and looked at a message. The situation in Building 3 had become critical.
"It's time," she said, glancing at a colleague offscreen. "Seal Building Three and gas everything inside."
Across the conference table, Roland ter Borcht smiled. Jeb Batchelder ignored him as the Director turned her attention back to the camera.
"Everything is in place, and we're commencing the By-Half Plan as of oh seven hundred tomorrow. As you know, Jeb, the only puzzle piece not fitting in, the only fly in the ointment, the only loose end not tied up is your obnoxious, uncontrollable, pathetic, useless, flying failures."
Ter Borscht nodded gravely and shot Jeb a glance.
"You begged us to wait until the bird kids' preprogrammed expiration date kicked in," the Director went on, her voice tight with tension. "But you no longer have that luxury, no matter how soon it will happen. Get rid of those loose cannons now, Dr. Batchelder. Do I make myself clear?"
Jeb nodded. "I understand. They'll be taken care of."
The Director wasn't so easily convinced. "You show me proof of extinction of those bird-kid mistakes by oh seven hundred tomorrow," she said, "or you will be the one to become extinct. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes." Jeb Batchelder cleared his throat. "It's already in place, Director. They're just waiting for my signal."
"Then give them the signal," the Director snarled. "When you arrive in Germany, this foolishness must be over. It is a momentous day...the dawn of a new era for humankind...and there is no time to waste. There is much to do if we're to reduce the world's population by one-half."
Part 1
"Lay off the freaking horn!" I said, rubbing my forehead.
Nudge pulled away from the steering wheel, which Fang was holding. "Sorry," she said. "It's just so much fun-it sounds like a party."
I looked out the van window and shook my head, struggling to keep my irritation in check.
It seemed like only yesterday that we'd done the pretty impossible and busted out of the very creepy and deeply disturbing Itex headquarters in Florida.
In reality, it had been four days. Four days since Gazzy and Iggy had blown a hole in the side of the Itex headquarters, thus springing us from our latest diabolical incarceration.
Because we're just crazy about consistency, we were on the run again.
However, in an interesting, nonflying change of pace, we were driving. We'd made the savvy decision to borrow an eight-passenger van that had apparently been a love machine back in the '80s: shag carpeting everywhere, blacked-out windows, a neon rim around the license plate that we'd immediately disabled as too conspicuous.
There was, for once, plenty of room for all six of us: me (Max); Fang, who was driving; Iggy, who was trying to convince me to let him drive, although he's blind; Nudge, in the front seat next to Fang, seemingly unable to keep her mitts off the horn; the Gasman (Gazzy); and Angel, my baby.
And Total, who was Angel's talking dog. Long story.
Gazzy was singing a Weird Al Yankovic song, sounding exactly like the original. I admired Gazzy's uncanny mimicking ability but resented his fascination with bodily functions, a fascination apparently shared by Weird Al.
"Enough with the constipation song," Nudge groaned, as Gazzy launched into the second verse.
"Are we going to stop soon?" Total asked. "I have a sensitive bladder." His nose twitched, and his bright eyes looked at me. Because I was the leader and I made the decisions about stopping. And about a million other things.
I glanced down at the map on the laptop screen in my actual lap, then rolled down the window to look at the night sky, gauge our whereabouts.
"You could have gotten a car with GPS," Total said helpfully.
"Yes," I said. "Or we could have brought along a dog that doesn't talk." I gave Angel a pointed look, and she smiled, well, angelically at me.
Total huffed, offended, and climbed into her lap, his small, black, Scottie-like body fitting neatly against her. She kissed his head.
Just an hour ago we'd finally sped across the state border, into Louisiana, meticulously sticking to our carefully plotted, brilliantly conceived plan of "heading west." Away from the laugh riot that had been our stint in south Florida. Because we still had a mission: to stop Itex and the School and the Institute and whoever else was involved from destroying us and from destroying the world. We're nothing if not ambitious.