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School's Out- Forever (Maximum Ride 2)

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I let out an impressed whistle. “Excellent! I never thought it’d be that fast!”

Fang shot me a look and I put my hand over my mouth.

“Can I see your license, your registration, and your proof of insurance?” the trooper asked, all business.

We were toast. We’d have to split, which meant we would lose our little jigsaw car, she would see our wings, and she’d probably notify the web of authorities who would make our lives miserable. Miserabler.

“Hi,” said Angel from the backseat.

The trooper peered at her through the window. It was then that she seemed to notice how many of us there were, how we were all kids. She looked back at Fang, and this time she realized that he probably wasn’t old enough to have a license at all.

“Are you from here? Florida is really flat, huh?” Angel said, getting the trooper’s attention for a moment.

“Can you step out of the car, please, sir?” the trooper asked Fang.

“It sure is warm here, for fall,” Angel went on. “You could practically go swimming.”

Once again the trooper glanced at Angel, but this time something blunted her impulse to turn away. I didn’t dare look back at Angel. Once again I was confronted with the whole Angel-doing-something-bad-for-good-reasons thing, and I didn’t know what to do.

I decided to let her do it, then lecture her later. A win-win situation.

“We’re kind of in a hurry,” Angel said pleasantly.

“You’re in a hurry,” the trooper said. Her eyes were slightly vacant.

“Maybe you could just let us go,” Angel went on. “And sort of forget you ever saw us.”

“I could just let you go,” the trooper repeated. It was incredibly creepy.

“You never saw us or our car,” Angel said. “There’s a problem somewhere else, and you need to get there now.”

The trooper looked back at her cruiser. “I have to go,” she said. “There’s a problem.”

“All right,” said Angel. “Thanks.”

And we were on our way. Riding in a stolen car with a six-year-old who could control people’s minds. Not really the definition of comfortable.

We’d gone a couple miles when Angel spoke again. “I don’t know, guys,” she said. “I really think maybe I should be the leader.”

“I’ll be second-in-command,” Total offered.

“Oh yeah, you’d be so focused on the job.” Gazzy sneered. “Until a rabbit ran across your path.”

“Hey!” said Total, glaring at him.

“Guys,” I said tiredly. “Listen, Ange, it’s sweet of you to offer, but I’ve got the whole leader thing down, okay? You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Well, I guess,” Angel said, frowning. She didn’t sound 100 percent convinced.

What was going on with her?

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I believe I’ve mentioned how freaking slow driving is, compared with flying. In the air there are no stoplights, and there’s surprisingly little traffic of other flying mutants. On the other hand, we were relatively hidden in a car.

“Well,” said Fang, looking at the huge gates in front of us.

“Yep,” I said.



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