Summary: Max was taken away from the flock when she was six. She is the best assassin there is, but better. She was trained by the same people who gave her wings, and she is a heartless killer. What happens when one of her targets is her old buddy: Fang? Will she be able to pull the trigger, or will her broken friendship heal?

I stared out at New York City. It was full of people. Targets. My targets' killer would never be found, as I never left any evidence. Ever. I was the best assassin in the world, and nobody knew it, except for the REC. Reconnaissance Espionage Counterintelligence. The REC was the most secretive, most advanced spy agency in the world. Good thing it's so secretive, I think, it would be kind of hard to kill a target with the government trailing you.

I hop off of the roof, landing on the ground gracefully. How can I jump off a thirty-story building without killing myself? Genetic modifications. That includes the wings, but I don't need to use them to jump off something as low as a skyscraper. Funny, right? I take a hard right, then head into a café. Muffin Much? That was a little sad. REC should choose more stylish places for my briefings. Third table from the right upon entry. The next assignment will be in the menu. Says the Voice. Yeah, that's right. I have a voice in my head. It tells me where all my targets will be assigned and all that. If you want one, just go to the nearest network of high-level assassins and ask for one. They might give you one, as long as your not killed first.

I sit down at the table, waiting for the waitress to give me the menu. As promised, a thin packet was wedged in the menu. I slid it into my jacket smoothly, making sure no one noticed the movement. Not that they would have noticed anyways. It's amazing how much humans miss. You're probably wondering what I mean by "humans", after all, what am I? I am 98-percent human and 2-percent avian, plus a bunch of other little things REC decided to add. So, not only am I already super strong, fast and with super senses, I have telekinesis, thermal vision, I can breathe underwater and I am extremely flexible. The poor blokes at the Olympics would probably call it quits if they saw what I could do.

"Are you ready to order?" The waitress asked me, her eyes hopeful for a good tip.

"Yeah," I say, "One caramel mocha and three chocolate chip muffins, please."

"Mm-kay," The waitress chirped cheerfully. I'd just ordered twenty dollars' worth of food, which was kind of overpriced for some muffins and a coffee, but whatever.

As I waited for the food, I opened the packet. There was a picture of a guy about my age with black hair that flopped over his eyes, but I could tell his eyes were black. He had light olive skin, and from head to toe, he was dressed in black. Great, now I get to kill some emo kid. This would be interesting. I started reading his profile, my genetically-enhanced brain picking up and remembering every thing from his profile.

Age: 15

Height: 6'4

Eye color: Brown 368

Weight: 110 pounds

Danger: Impending threat

Background: Genetic experiment from Itex. 98-percent human, 2-percent avian. Has power to blend in with surroundings, if still.

Weakness: "Flock." The flock is composed of four other avian-human expirements: Nudge, Gasman, Angel and Iggy.

I froze. I recognized this target, I realized. Back at the School, before I'd been taking away, I could remember everything, though this had been years ago. I didn't know who Angel or "Gasman" were, though.

It was another day in the School. The Erasers had taken me out of my cage, and when Fang saw this, he threw himself against the bars, trying to reach me.

"It's okay," I assured him, "I'm Maximum Ride, right?"

He just nodded, and sat back down in his cage.

Nudge, who was just three, started crying. "Max Wide! Don't weave me!" She cried out in her cute toddler voice.

Iggy, who stared at the side of my head, trying to pinpoint where I was. He was still getting used to being able to see, but he didn't quite have the hang of his super hearing yet. "Max, just be alright, okay?" He said, his blind eyes finally looking into mine.

I nod, before remembering, and then I say, "Yeah. I'll be fine." I wondered why they were all so worried, this happened every day. Did they know something I didn't. I shrugged it off, but it was kind of hard to do that with an Eraser pinning down your arms.

That was the last time I ever saw them. After that day, I was trained to become the best, the strongest assassin. I was trained to the maximum. I never broke my promise to Fang, though. I was still Maximum Ride, and everything was still okay wasn't it?

I read the name at the bottom of the page.

Target: Fang.

Yup, I am evil! Mwahaha, now you have to suffer through this cliffy! And the reason Max doesn't know Gazzy or Angel is because she was taken from the flock when she was six, and they weren't born at that time.

So…

Will Max kill Fang?

Will she be mad that the flock never tried to find her?

Will there be Fax? No Mylan, people.

Will… I come up with more questions that start with "will?" nah….

Okay, guys. The more reviews, the sooner I update! Mwahaha!