Some of the committee members looked horrified, and I wondered just how complete their files were.
“Angel’s only six,” I went on. “But ten bucks says she’s been in more fights to the death than any of you. You guys have unreal ideas about us that youwish were true. The kids you designed this school for are probably clean, polite, grateful, agreeable. Sadly, that isn’tus. ”
The flock stood up around me, and I guessed they were all making their toughest faces, the ones that crack me up ’cause they’re so cute. But this committee wouldn’t know that.
“We don’t need to be ‘rehabilitated,’ ” I went on. “We’re survivors, and that pretty much cancels out good manners or patience or a burning desire to please. Your fancy school, your plans- none of that has anything to do with us, the real us. You go on and have fun spinning your wheels. But include usout. ”
I rose and stalked past the line of grown-ups trying to figure out snappy comebacks.Good luck with that, I thought. I burst out the heavy door, ready to slug anyone who tried to stop me. But no one did, and I glanced back quickly to see the flock, Total, my mom, andJeb all hurrying behind me. At the end of the hallway was another conference room. It had huge windows, some of which were cranked open for cleaning or something.
Without thinking, without planning- in other words, in true Max style- I gave my mom a fast, hard hug, put on my jacket, then stepped to the window and jumped out. I thought I heard her gasp, but the sound was torn away by the air rushing past me as I snapped my wings open. Then I was aloft, held securely by the air, supported and cradled by the atmosphere. I couldn’t help smiling, pulling cold air into my lungs, feeling free.
“Where are we going, Max?”Gazzy called. My flock was sailing powerfully alongside me, all looking as happy and relieved as I felt.
“Does it matter?” I called back, and he shook his head.
“Didn’t think so,” I said to myself, and surged upward.
16
“LOOK, THE PENTAGON!”Gazzy said suddenly, pointing. He wheeled into a tight left turn and headed for it. “I always wanted to see it!”
“Me too!” saidIggy sarcastically, already flying afterGazzy.
“Yeah, you can touch it and feel that it’s white,” I said.
The rest of us turned to follow them, and it felt good to see how happy everyone was to be flying.
“Dive-bomb!”Gazzy cried, tucking in his wings and angling downward toward the Pentagon.
“No,Gazzy, don’t!” I yelled after him. “It’s a government building! They’re even more paranoid than we are!”
Cackling maniacally,Gazzy swooped down to within fifty feet of the Pentagon’s roof, then tucked into a fast flip and aimed upward again. The six of us soared and tilted and raced, remembering the tricks we’d learned from the hawks and the bats, performing split-second formations and upside-down turns like the kind swimmers make at the end of the pool.
“Okay,” I called finally. “Let’s head out-”
The air was filled with a roar, and I turned my head to see two jets streaking toward us, their pointy noses looking mean.
“What’s wrong with them?” Nudge cried, rushing closer to me.
“We violated the Pentagon’s airspace,” Fang guessed as the jets roared closer at incredible speed.
Total, in Fang’s arms, nodded. “I should have stopped you! I, at least, should have known better!”
“Let’s get out of here!” I yelled, and we turned as fast as we could, heading away from the Pentagon. I didn’t know how determined those jets were, and I didn’t know who had scrambled them. Had they been sent automatically to eliminate anything over the Pentagon’s airspace? Had the Surprise Mutant Solution Committee not taken no for an answer?
We weren’t going to hang around to find out.
“Into the trees!” I called, pointing to where several acres of trees made a weensy forest. By tucking our wings tightly back, we lost altitude like feathery rocks. I spotted several openings among the treetops, and we sank into them, immediately turning sideways and opening our wings so we wouldn’t hit the ground. We flew sideways for a while, slipping between tree trunks, knowing we were invisible to the jets.
Unless they had infrared sensors. In which case we were sunk.
“Whee-hah!”Gazzy shouted. It was much harder to fly vertically like this, but we’d all perfected the technique in the past year. Yes, jets can fly sideways too, and faster than we can, I have to admit. But they can’t weave in and out of trees, now, can they? Or turn practically on dimes?
No. If they try, they end up exploding in impressive fireballs.
These woods were so small that we had to keep circling and cutting back across them, which we did for about twenty minutes. Finally the noise of the jets lessened, and then it faded altogether. We cautiously left the woods and came to a landing nearby.
“That was awesome!” yelledGazzy, holding up his hand.
Iggyslapped him a high five (I don’t know how he does that- he never misses), and they both cackled in triumph.
“Awesome, and yet stupid,” I said, ever the voice of reason. “Let’s keep under the radar from now on, guys.”
“Wewere under the radar,”Gazzy argued. “Totally under the radar.”
“I meant metaphorically,” I said. “Both under the actual radar and also just low profile, discreet, secret.”
“Uh-huh,”Gazzy said in a tone that told me he hadn’t heard a word I had said. “That was so awesome!”
Reason number 52 whyGazzy isn’t the flock leader.
17
AND JUST LIKE THAT, we were free again. Or as free as six homeless mutants could be. In three hours we were eight thousand feet over the Pocono Mountains, looking for a place to hang. Once again, a state park saved us. A big patch of green beckoned, and we slipped down through the trees as silently as we could, not far from the park entrance. The sun was setting, and we needed to find a good place to sleep, but there was something I had to do first.
I called my mom to let her know we were okay. Something I’d never, ever had to do before in my life.
“Oh, Max- are you all right?” She had answered her cell phone practically before it rang.
“We’re good,” I said. A pang inside me meant that I wished I could be with her but knew I couldn’t. I could never be a “home at five” kind of daughter. “They were just creeping me out.”
“I know,” my mom said. “They seem so arrogant. I really don’t think they have a good plan for you guys.” She paused, and I guessed she was biting her lip, trying not to ask where we were or where we were headed. Which was good, because as usual, I was operating without a game plan.
“No, me neither,” I said. “Give Ella a hug for me, okay?”
“Okay, honey,” she said. “Listen-Jeb is here and he wants to talk to you.”
I made an “ick” face, and Fang raised his eyebrows at me.
“Max?”
“Yes,” I said reluctantly.
“You’re safe?” His voice sounded warm and dad-like.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“So you’re not the Voice in my head?” I asked. “I saw you be the Voice.”
“I can do the Voice, but I’m not the Voice,” saidJeb. “That’s all part of the larger picture.”
Great. Another puzzle. Good thing I got my kicks out of not understandingmy entire life.
“Whatever,” I said, knowing that made him crazy.