"Whoa," I said, holding my hands up. "This is getting a little dysfunctional, even for me. I have an idea: How about the three of you take flying leaps off a cliff? That would solve most of our problems right there."
"That would suit me just fine," Ari snarled. "Then it would be just you and me."
"Please. The way you fly? There wouldn't be enough left to fill a garbage bag."
He lunged at me again. Both Anne and Jeb stopped him.
"I'm going now," I said, "and I'm going to stay gone. If I see any one of you again, I'll take you out. And that's a euphemism, by the way."
Jeb sighed and shook his head. "It's not that simple, Max. There's nowhere for you to go. This whole planet is one big maze, and you're the rat running through it."
My eyes narrowed coldly. "That's what you think. You and your psycho-scientist pals can play out Act Three by yourselves. As far as I'm concerned, this experiment, this training scenario, is over. Way over. Don't come knocking again. I mean it."
"The decision, unfortunately, isn't yours to make," Jeb said patiently. "But you don't have to believe me. You can ask my boss, the one who's pulling all the strings."
"Jeb...," Anne said, a warning tone in her voice.
"Yeah, right." I sneered. "Call him on your cell phone. I'll wait."
"I don't have to. She's right here," Jeb said with a gentle smile.
Well, the only other "she" around was Anne.
She was his boss, the one who was running things.
The one who was running me.
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I should have known.
Maybe, deep down inside, I had known. Maybe that was why I had never been able to trust Anne, to relax. Or maybe that had just been my total paranoia coming in handy again.
"You're the lead dog?" I asked Anne, then shook my head. "No, I can't even pretend to be surprised. Nothing you guys throw at me could surprise me anymore."
"Let's put that to the test," Ari said tightly. His whole body was rigid, his eyes bloodshot. His ragged claws were curling up into his palms over and over.
"Down, boy," I said, expecting him to snap at any second.
"It's not like that, Max," said Anne, her face sincere and concerned. "I wanted to be part of your becoming. You're not just an experiment. To me, you're almost like a daughter." Her eyes were warm and pleading. I thought of all the nights she'd tucked us in, the many disastrous attempts to put dinner on the table. How she'd bought us clothes, books, art supplies. She'd held Nudge when she cried, she'd patched up Gazzy's skinned knees.
You know what? I'd done all that stuff too. And I was better at it. And, bonus, I wasn't evil.
"I'm guessing that almost is the operative word here," I said. "Part of my becoming? Congratulations. You're part of my becoming pissed off." I realized how crushed Gazzy, Nudge, and Angel would be when they found out Anne was in this mess even deeper than the spawn of Satan, Jeb himself. Suddenly I'd had enough, more than enough. I shook my head, subtly loosening my wing muscles. "You can't even make decent cookies," I told her, and then jumped straight up into the air, the way we'd practiced so many times. With one bound, I was over their heads, and then I unfurled my wings and pushed down with all my might. I almost clipped them-I have a thirteen-foot wingspan. I soared up to where my flock was waiting.
"Vamonos," I said. "There's no one here but people to leave."
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That would have been too easy, right?
Within seconds, Ari's control broke. Even as I was speeding away, I heard him shouting orders. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw a swarm of heavy, clumsy Erasers rising darkly into the air. Only-hello-these weren't that clumsy.
"Uh-oh-this is a new batch, guys," I called. "These Erasers can actually fly. Move it!"
"Through the woods!" Fang called, and I nodded.
"Rendezvous at the bat cave," I added. "Make sure you aren't followed!"
The six of us dived into the trees, effortlessly slipping among the branches and trunks. We'd practiced moves like this hundreds of times, and it was exhilarating, like playing a video game, only, you know, in real life. In less than a minute we heard crashes and yells behind us. Several Erasers had already misjudged their wingspans and almost ripped their wings off on unforgiving tree trunks.
It was pretty funny.
"No one touches Max! She's mine!" I heard Ari shout, and thought, Oh, brother.
We split up, each leading a bunch of Erasers on a crazy zigzag path. Together again, Iggy and Gazzy flew in tandem, with Iggy able to mimic Gazzy's moves within milliseconds. Angel was a blur of white through the green and brown of the forest. I knew Fang was holding Total and hoped that didn't cramp his style too much.
"This is where it ends," I heard Ari snarl, surprisingly close. I took a split-second look back and saw that he was barely thirty feet behind me. Okay, time to pour on the power. I sucked in a deep breath and surged forward, putting some of my newfound speed into action.
And practically almost killed myself, because trees were popping in my way faster than I had ever practiced. Get it together, Maximum, I told myself grimly. React faster. You can do it.
Concentrating fiercely, I aimed myself like a bullet through and over and between the thick trees and scrubby undergrowth. All sound faded away as I focused intently on finding a path for myself through the woods. Again and again I flipped sideways, shooting through impossibly narrow gaps. Several times I clipped my wing tips against something and even ripped some feathers out, making me hiss in a breath.
There was no way Ari could keep up with me at this speed, being such a bad flyer, with patched-on wings. I slowed, and time slowed with me. Sound reached my ears again-I was far away from everyone. Uh, too far, actually. I turned around and headed back.
I came up behind Ari, all stealthy wings, where he was perched on a branch.
"No! I told you-she's mine!" Ari was shouting into an earpiece. "This time no one's going to stop me. You take care of the others. I'll find Max."
He tapped his com unit off and took out a small pair of military binoculars. He peered through them, and I was practically holding my sides to keep from laughing. Finally he turned enough to see me-a hundred miles wide, filling his vision.
"Ah!" he cried in surprise, and dropped the binoculars.
Then I laughed. "So, what plans do you have for me, dog boy?"
I expected him to snarl and lunge, as usual. But he sat back on his branch and looked at me, seeming almost calm and roughly in the neighborhood of sane.
"Plans," he said. "I don't want to kill you. But I will if I have to. If you don't cooperate."
"Cooperate? This is me you're talking to."
Ari reached behind him and took a large, lethal-looking knife out of his pack. "I'm going to ask you once, nicely. What happens after that is up to you."
What was he up to? "Uh, okay. Ask away."
"You come with me. The two of us disappear. We never have to deal with Jeb and the whitecoats and everyone else again."
"Disappear where?" You know what they say: Curiosity killed the mutant bird kid. But I couldn't help myself.
"A place I know."
"And I would be stuck there? With you as my guard? I have to tell you, this isn't among my top-ten offers."
"Not as your guard. As your friend."
"You and me." This was throwing me for a loop-and then I remembered Angel telling me that she'd picked up on Ari actually loving me. In a hateful, twisted way, of course.
"Yes. This is your one chance."
"Uh-huh." I couldn't for the life of me see where this was headed in his mind. Unless-ick. "Ari, I can't leave the flock," I said, straight out. "Not for you, not for Jeb, not for anyone."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Ari said evenly, then he lunged at me with the knife.
I let myself fall backward off my branch, doing a flip in the air and unfurling my wings as I came right-side up. I didn't even look back as I took off through the woods again, fast, heading back to the general area where the flock had split up. I felt sorry for Ari. Or, at least, I potentially felt sorry for him, if he would quit trying to kill me.