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Dawn broke over New York. The sun rose over the buildings completely ignoring man’s efforts at touching the sky; it sent brilliant rays over a few lucky buildings turning them into pillars of liquid fire, dazzling their shadowy counterparts. Not that many people on the streets would realise this for some time, thirty floors up it’s a different story.

It really was beautiful.

I perched on the rail of a building holding my twelve foot wings open, sunning them. Yep that’s right wings, I’m Hawk and to put it bluntly I’m a Freaky Mutant Bird Kid. Personally I prefer Human Avian Hybrid but I had to Wiki that so you can call me whatever you want apart from Feather Head; I’ll take offence to that. I was born in a lab, raised in a cage, experimented on and tut-tutted at by guys in white coats every time I made a feeble attempt to escape. Throws childhood problems into a new light doesn’t it?

Anyway a month ago some kids led by the legendary ‘Maximum Ride’ broke into the lab and set us all free. That’s right, us, all fifty locked inside Kanine Kampers which aren’t designed to hold humans or apparently dogs, and now we’re hiding out from, well just about everyone. Kids crossed with animal D.N.A. stick out in a crowd. Apart from me, if I tucked my wings in I just looked like some regular, if tall, kid, which is why I’m mainly used for fetching and carrying for the others.

“We should have gone with Max.” I muttered to myself, a habit I’d picked up recently. No talking in the cages, if you did you got a monster bawling at you. I stood up, balancing deftly on the slim bar and jumped forwards tumbling into open space. A slight flick of my wings stopped me spinning and angled me straight down, gathering speed all the way. I fought my wings which were straining to lift me to horizontal and kept plummeting. My subconscious took one look at the rapidly approaching asphalt, doubled my heart rate, breathing, and handed in its resignation with a note saying.

‘Nice knowing ya.’

The twentieth story flashed by, I angled my wings back increasing my speed. I felt a strange detachment, probably the blood not reaching my head. The G-force was rippling my face as I rapidly accelerated towards terminal velocity; it’s called that for a reason by the way.

Fifteenth story. The roaring wind faded to a gentle throbbing in my ears as the adrenalin laden blood raced though my body. Guess I’m just an adrenalin junky.

Tenth story. I sighed as the G-force stopped, I briefly considered a few flaps to go faster but that would mean I would do my pancake impression.

Eighth story. I pulled up, levelling out at the fifth story and coasted on the good hundred and twenty miles an hour I’d built up in my fall, rocketing through the near empty streets of dawning New York. I swooped down on an eager hotdog salesman trying and failing to catch the six a.m. rush. I snagged a hotdog when his back was turned, a flap and a quick left which sent his funny umbrella spinning, and brought me back up to the level of late sleepers, and out of sight.

The busier streets forced me back up to the roof tops, flying is fun but having your picture on the internet is not. Seriously I’m on the internet, take a look sometime, I’m The Hawk of New York, that’s from the same people who believe they’ll meet Spiderman if they look hard enough, and they’ll find Bigfoot, someday.

So, wondering where I’m going yet?  Maybe a den of evil, or perhaps a super secret mutant hideout? Wrong. I’d just come from the super secret hideout. Okay, warehouse, and dens of evil are not all they’re cracked up to be, or rather they are. I was currently escaping my role as grocery boy and visiting one of my favourite haunts, the local library. A month out of a cage and I’m already an internet addict. What can I say, I like computers, and they like me.

I alighted on a building next to the library, and folded my wings in tight to my body. It wasn’t the central library, I’m not really allowed to use the computers in there since I signed in as Hawk HJ9314, apparently surname doesn’t mean serial number. Don’t look at me like that; I had been a cage until three days before.  Actually this is the third library, using the internet for a solid week generally gets you directed to an internet café, and the door. This library is my personal favourite as the entire roof is one glass pane so no more claustrophobia and the librarian always forgets how long you have been there.

I descended to street level via a fire escape rather than gliding, which would have been my preference but everyone has a camera phone these days. So the two slack jawed kids watching me walk calmly down the fire escape were a better option than yet more photos of me. They stayed silent while I was descending until I reached their level, or close to it, I’m nearing six foot and they weren’t, not by a long way even though they were probably older. Rooms without windows do not make good calendars so I can’t tell you how old I am.

“What you doing up there?” said kid one a perplexed look on his face; that might have been a permanent fixture.

“Lost my front door key.” I replied with a perfectly straight face as if this explained everything. That’s the secret to lying, confidence. I learnt that from a guy in a white coat as he said, ‘now this wont hurt a bit.’

I walked off and was out of the alley before kid two realised.

“Hey, this is an office block.” But I was long gone, our group slogan, that is the freed experiments, or just The Freed is, ‘Kids don’t belong in cages’. I revised that most kids don’t belong in cages, the ones with an IQ lower than that hotdog I’d just stolen probably do. So what if I’m cocky, I blame the cockerel in my D.N.A.

Did I mention the library looks cool?  The main room, the one with the glass ceiling is circular; the outer wall’s lined with books and six corridors of shelves radiate from a central circle to the wall. From above it looks just like a giant wheel, trust me on this I know. In the very centre there are twelve computers on a circular desk. I signed in at the sleepy looking librarian’s desk, ‘Harry Johnson’ I’m glad that’s not my real name it’s about as exciting as paint.

I grabbed a computer, not that I needed to hurry, no one goes to a library at six thirty. Only fools and people who hadn’t gone to bed that night were up at this time in the morning. I logged on, checked my email not that I know anyone who I would want to contact, but I was taking an online self-defence course, which I was printing off and taking to the other kids.

Next, learning time. Today’s subject biology. Your teacher the ever present internet. Specialist subject genetics. After half an hour wrestling with a webpage and a dictionary I took a break before continuing on my quest to get my picture off the internet. I leaned back in my chair and cast my eyes over the other computer users who had filed in during the last five minutes. Strange that it was so busy this early in the morning; strange that they were all adults; strange that they all could have qualified for a lead role in any movie you wanted.

I stopped breathing. A freezing chill ran up my spine and exploded in my brain like a mega ice cream headache, a little voice in my mind started screaming for me to get out of there. Every one of them turned in unison from their blank screens and grinned showing far too big, pointed teeth.


If you’ve never met one, lucky you. Half human, half wolf and all monster, they are basically what you get when you pick the most violent bits and throw them into a blender. Worse they a quite capable of pulling in all the fur, the fangs and ragged claws and looking like normal people, albeit with impossibly good looks and voices of angels. The lab used to use them as guards, enforcers and executioners. The way they enforced order was to morph into wolf-men and yell through the bars that if we made a sound or even thought about escaping they would eat us, and you believed them. Not that stopped me, and I’ve got the scars to prove it. Now that I think about it there weren’t any guards the day we escaped. Strange what you think of when facing imminent death.

I jumped up, harder than it looks when you’re leaning back, wheeled and ran straight into something about as yielding as a tree trunk. I looked up into the hate filled eyes of an Eraser who could easily win any heavy-weight competition but would then be disqualified for excessive violence. He took advantage of my brain desperately trying to catch up with events to fully morph, snapping his overstuffed muzzle together for effect.

“Hello freak.” He growled, his breath smelling disturbingly like rotten meat, though I wasn’t exactly expecting minty freshness.

“Orders from above,” he continued. “You’re not needed anymore.”

“We were needed before?” I asked confused, nice to see I’ve got my priorities straight.

You should be running by now Hawk!’ I yelled at myself. The Eraser cuffed me round the head and sent me sprawling. My brain caught up with a very useful, ‘how did he find me?’ and then ‘God, the others.’ Nice work brain. I did a quick 360; six Erasers guarding the exits, eleven more at the desk and two behind the big bad wolf over there, all starting to look furry and all armed. I couldn’t fly, they would shoot me without a second thought or possibly first, besides I needed a run up. I couldn’t fight, they were at lest three times my weight and strength and I was way, way out numbered. Well I always thought I was going to go down facing insurmountable odds. Actually screw that, I didn’t think I was going to go down at all.

I went through that in the first second I was on the ground, ‘okay mind I admit it sometimes your useful.’ Then I was up in a rush pulling a pistol from Wolfie’s holster and firing three shots into the air, like on cop shows. Unlike cop shows, the Erasers, instead of putting their hands up and acting very shocked, all pulled out their own guns and trained them on me.


“Great plan freak,” said Wolfie with a sneer. Up above, I could hear something crackling. “For that little display we’ll have to come up with something special for you and your mutant buddi…”

Something shattered above our heads, all the Erasers looked up. I didn’t, I dropped to the floor and rolled under a desk covering my head with my arms. Which was good as that was exactly when the glass from the broken ceiling hit. Foot wide chunks of glass exploded as they crashed onto the floor, sending razor sharp shards flying past like demented wasps cutting into my forearms, jeans and my Fly Free T-shirt. But mercifully sparing my head. After a few moments the crashing stopped, replaced by a gentle tinkle as the glass settled. Finally silence, broken only by the occasional falling chunk from the remains of the ceiling and the whimper of shell shocked Erasers.

I stood up, just avoiding hitting my head on the desk. Now that would have been embarrassing, and surveyed the scene. Naturally there was glass everywhere forming a knife edged carpet; foot long needles of crystal quivered in the wooden floor and there was a fine film of bright blood coating the floor. Not mine however. The Erasers were down for the count; you don’t take a face full of glass and stay standing. I turned and had to stifle a scream, as I saw an Eraser lying next to his arm. Someone did scream, or more accurately howled. I spun seeing another Eraser trying to lift his hand which had been nailed to the floor by a spear of glass. I fought the urge to retch reminding myself that they probably deserved it. A couple of the less wounded started stirring; they probably wouldn’t see it like that, best not to be there when they woke.

I opened my wings and shook myself too get rid of any shards. I hopped onto the desk wincing as the glass crunched under my feet, then leapt onto a monitor with the intention of jumping onto the shelves, but the monitor snapped ruining my jump. I slammed into the bookcase grabbing the top with the tip of my fingers. I rolled my eyes, I was barely a foot from the ground, and this time I was really glad no one saw me.

I hoisted myself up. Well, tried to; someone with either too long nails or claws grabbed my foot. I tuned slowly to see Wolfie holding on to my ankle, a murderous glint in his eye.

“You’ll pay for this freak,” he growled, looking worse for wear. Much worse, an inch of glass stuck out of his closed left eye which oozed disturbingly, I bet that smarted, not to mention the head wound staining his shirt red and clouding his other eye.

“Maybe later,” I shot back, desperately gripping the shelf to stop him pulling me back down. “I’ll pencil you in some day.” He snarled and I lashed out with my free foot hoping to catch him on the temple. I missed and caught the shard of glass instead hammering it deep into his eye socket.  He screamed, staggering away from me and letting go of my ankle. I heaved myself onto the shelves narrowly avoiding opening a vein on yet another jagged chunk of glass and started running, flapping my wings to get airborne.

“I’ll get you for this mutant!” Wolfie hollered looking in completely in the wrong direction.

“Okay then, be seeing you Glass Eye,” I shot back cheerfully. “I doubt you will though.” He screamed again and scrabbled for his gun, which I had. I’d forgotten about that, the other Erasers were standing up and glaring at me circling above them; they dusted off their sparkly coating and started reaching for their guns.

“And… that’s my cue.” I said to myself, pumping my wings harder and accelerating out of the hole in the ceiling. I hoped the glass hadn’t hurt anyone, well besides from the Erasers of course. They looked cooler all shiny anyway.

My euphoria was short lived. Old Glass Eye had mentioned my ‘mutant buddies’, and while I didn’t like some of them very much I wouldn’t know how I would feel if they died and I could’ve saved them. Actually I think I would, and I didn’t like it.

I reached our hideout, an old abandoned warehouse, situated in an area where the murder rate was higher that the average wage. To my relief it wasn’t on fire with the roof caved in as I imagined. It was just as I left it grimy, dank, smelly. Safe. I slipped in through a gap in the main door, which has never opened and let my footsteps announce my presence. I was the only person that left with any regularity, being the only one who didn’t stick out like a sore thumb, like Otto who was seven feet tall, had absurdly short arms and legs and whiskers. It’s stuff like that that screams mutant.

Today the atmosphere was stormy and it wasn’t just Jay who can make lightning flash between his fingers. I did a quick count of the headstones along the back wall, twenty nine, same as last time; most having died due to genetic flaws or simply expired, and some that had left, never coming back. That left twenty one of us including the non humanoids like Tommy and the three pups. The pups were the only ones breaking the uneasy silence frolicking with each other. As soon as they saw me they rushed at me, bowling me over and licking my face making me wince every time they touched my tender cheek.

“Guys, guys, stop.” I spluttered, trying to brush them off and failing. The pups are cool, they look like wolf cubs but really are Erasers coming from a different angle. They are cute, cuddly and as violent as a feather duster, they also have only aged like a week in the last seven years but everyone ignores that.

I eventually got the pups off me and cracked up as they started to chase each others tails in a big circle. Eventually I realised everyone was staring at me for breaking the subdued atmosphere I mumbled some apology, no one answered, not even a muted “S’all right.” They just stared into the last embers of the central fire talking in hushed tones to their neighbours. So no one was dead and last I checked no one was dying so that left one thing. Gale and Toad Boy had had another argument.

Just so you know Gale’s another winged kid who, after we were freed, lead us through the metro system, across a city containing eight million people and to the relative safety of this warehouse. Toad Boy’s a slimy jerk who went along with Gale and then once we were safe overthrew her and started preaching some twaddle about how everything would be much better if we had gone with Max. His real names Tie by the way, but I call him Toad Boy and he calls me Feather Head. It’s a hate-hate relationship.

I spied Toad Boy near the fire, surrounded by his usual sycophants and Gale hunched against a side wall fuming, her wings forming a feathery cocoon. Gale’s wings are overlarge and don’t close properly so even when their pulled in you can still see them, most of us have something like this, a little flaw which gives us away. Apart from me, and quite a few resent me for that. Toad Boy doesn’t help with the whole acceptance thing either.

The rest of the winged kids were sitting between Gale and the others, Tapper, Chameleon and Weirdness. Tommy was with them for some reason, he’s a cat, after a fashion. I went over to them, sitting down next to twelve year old Tapper who was wearing her usual hoody, and nudged her shoulder.

“Hey Taps.” I said softly, anxious not beak the silence again, Tapper swivelled to face me; well actually she stayed still from the neck down. Those sicko scientists crossed her with an owl, so now she has these extra folds of skin on her neck which mean she can spin her head right round. It’s disturbing the first few times but you get used to it. She also notices everything, and even came up with a system of taps to use in the cages so we could talk without risking the Erasers wrath, hence her name. She looked at me with her large luminous eyes and frowned.

“You’re hurt,” she said simply, scooting round to get a better look at the bruise on my face and the spots of blood on my shirt.

“Yeah, it’s nothing though,” I replied. Her frown deepened. “Seriously, it’s nothing,” I quickly changed the subject. “I need to talk to everyone, we’re in danger.” Her eyes widened further if that were possible.


“Afraid so. What happened here? Everyone’s acting like someone died.”

“Gale and Tie,” she answered. “He was trying to recruit more people into his Max cult and Gale yelled at him.”

I sighed, that was the third or forth time that had happened. Toad Boy stayed in control by bad mouthing everyone else’s decisions and as Gale had made most of the decisions they were constantly at loggerheads.

“When?” I asked.

“Shortly after you left. Cam wasn’t up so only me and Weirdness stood up for her. I think that’s what’s really upset her.” She glanced over at the still sleeping form of Cam who was lying on his back with his mouth open.

Cam’s what you get when you throw a little bit of reptile into the avian human mix. His hair’s bright green, apparently that’s a fashion with teenagers these days and he’s tall enough to pass as one, even though he’s only ten. He likes to sleep late and out of the twenty kids who got the same splicing as him he’s the only one left. He also changes colour depending on his mood, we only ever see his real colour when he’s asleep.

“What’s wrong with Weirdness?” I inquired gesturing to where she was sitting cross legged, eyes closed.

“Tie said some pretty bad things about you and Gale; she’s trying to forget them.”  I glared at Toad Boy across the room. Weirdness was the youngest and around eight-ish. I was probably overprotective but everyone deserves a time of innocence, even if it is a crappy one like ours. Toad Boy caught me looking and started to come over. Damn, now I’d have to deal with him too. Gale sat down next to me making me jump; I hadn’t heard her come over.

“So our glorious ‘traitor’ has returned.” She said in a dead tone of voice, which was worrying, it sounded like she had given up on something, but what? More worryingly.

“Traitor?” I asked shocked, I wasn’t expecting that, especially from Gale.

“Yep, Tie’s latest lie,” she called him Tie, most unusual. Usually it was Toad Boy. “Apparently you’re never here because you’re selling all our secrets to the Erasers.” She looked at me for the first time and noted the rapidly purpling bruise and the dozens of small cuts on my arms. “What happened to you?”

“Erasers,” I explained. “We need to get everyone somewhere safe they could …”

“Hey Feather Head!” yelled Toad Boy. I felt my knuckles tighten; I stood up and turned to face him. There is a reason I call him Toad Boy, his skin’s a sickly green and slimy, plus his chin bulges when he talks. Horrible. And I don’t find Tapper spinning her head right round disturbing. He glanced at Gale who averted her gaze. That twigged it she’d finally given up fighting him; well I’d just have to see about that.

“Where were you? We needed stuff.” He continued in an arrogant drawl.

“What do you need?” I shot back completely blowing my top. “We’ve already got food, water and firewood, what else do you want, I can’t bottle electricity.” He scowled at me; the winged kids were the only ones that still talked back to him.

“So where were you then,” he asked accusingly. “And what happened to you?”

“Flew through a window,” I replied sarcastically. “What have you been doing, bullying six year olds?” That earned me another scowl and a grin from Tapper.

“You…you-” Toad Boy spluttered. Then the main doors opened and the smoke grenades rolled in.

Toad Boy recovered remarkably well. “See he’s lead them here!” he yelled pointing at me. A dozen rifles cracked from inside the smoke cloud and I rugby tackled Toad Boy just as a hail of bullets flew over our heads.

Cam sat bolt upright screaming, “earthquake!” Then a bullet grazed his ear and he threw himself to the floor turning bright red. Others weren’t so lucky, Jay was down before he knew what hit him letting lose a miniature lightning bolt as he fell, which set fire to a pile of junk in the corner. The Pups all changed into tiny wolf men and charged at the rifle shots, only to be gunned down before going five yards. Toad boy let lose a frightened whimper and tried to make a break for the other kids.

“No, stay down.” I called after him but he ignored me. “I hope he appreciates this.” I muttered pulling out the pistol and firing four shots at the rough direction of the muzzle flashes; I threw the pistol for good measure when it clicked empty. The shots paused for a moment allowing Toad Boy to dive to the floor by the others. Then they started firing again all aiming for me. I realised that while one might miss me, a full volley was a sure hit.

I closed my eyes waiting for oblivion. There was a loud buzzing noise and tiny chips of concrete stung my arms.

I opened my eyes to see a bullet stopped an inch from my forehead, hovering impossibly in mid air. I let out a breath that I didn’t know I had been holding and raised a tentative finger to the bullet which fell into my hand, apparently now following the laws of physics.

“Hawk, get over here!” Gale yelled, the fire back in her voice. Good to see she was feeling better. I pocketed the bullet and scrambled over to where they were crowded around Weirdness who was standing with her eyes glowing a brilliant emerald. They always glow but they were even brighter than usual, a bullet buzzed to a stop next to Cams’ leg and her eyes brightened green light spilling into her pupils.

“Is she doing this?” I yelled at Gale over the roar of gunshots.

“I think so.” I whistled impressed but was drowned out by another buzz from a stopping bullet. Weirdness had been moving things with her mind for years but stopping bullets was something else. Tapper plucked a bullet of the air where it was hanging and lobbed it back towards the Erasers. There was a strangled scream from where the other kids were laying; a jade tear ran down Weirdness’s cheek. Obviously she couldn’t stop the bullets heading for the other kids, not that all the bullets around us were being stopped. One whizzed past my head, the slipstream ruffling my hair. Definitely time to get out of here.

“We’ve got to get out of here.” I bellowed at Gale as the buzzing intensified.

“Back door.” She yelled back, grabbing Cam and Tapper and pulling them towards the exit. I clutched Weirdness’s wrist and followed, and got a bullet grazing my shoulder for my trouble. Note to self: Don’t break Weird’s concentration.

The back door burst open before we got to it admitting yet more Erasers, several of which I recognised from the library.

“Taps, can you see a way out?” I cried desperately as we skidded to a halt and the new Erasers opened fire. She looked right round large eyes taking in every detail.

“The main doors are wide open,” she replied. Useless that’s where most of the fire was coming from.


“No good, the ceilings on fire.” I looked up and swore; the whole roof was ablaze. When had that happened? So, no skylight escapes, of course if we went fast enough we might get past the Erasers at the main door.

“To the sky?” Gale asked obviously thinking along the same lines as me. Worryingly she was smiling.

“I’ll need a lift.” I said. Five pairs of wings snapped open, four brown and Weirdness’s night black. Cam and Tapper each grabbed one of my legs and hurled me into the air then jumped after me. Gale catapulted Weird up then followed with one thrust of her huge wings. I flapped like crazy, standing starts are not my forte, not that I needed to worry, the whole warehouse had turned into a gigantic thermal. The others joined me barely flapping their wings while I fluttered like a chicken, lucky bums.

“The door.” I cried and angled towards the main doors, the others following in a tight V. I dived towards ten heavily armed Erasers, ‘great plan Hawk’, accelerating all the way outpacing the other bird kids, or flock I guess. The Erasers scattered as they saw me bearing down on them, except one brave or stupid one who kept firing. The first shot went wild missing by a mile, the second clipped a feather sending it spiralling away, ‘so Weird’s power doesn’t extend this far, not good’. The third was destined for my ribcage but I barrel rolled at the last second. It still made a hole in my jeans though. Finally the gun clicked empty and then there was nothing between us.

I came in low at head height, flipped onto my side, wingtip scraping the floor, losing a few choice feathers and spun to face into the building, bringing my feet round with enough force to break concrete. We connected and I sent him flying, concussed or in extreme pain he wasn’t going to be doing anything for a week. I dropped, having lost too much speed and flapped madly stopping me from crashing but sending me back into the building.

The flock made it through the door. Some bright spark Eraser thought of closing them but they were long through, then again I still had to get through. I rocketed towards the doors, should make easily. I was going fast, too fast to target, too fast to stop, a bullet flew past. Okay so not too fast to target; I pumped my wings harder. A burning roof support chose that moment to fall coming within millimetres of my wings singeing feathers and sending me spinning.

“You can still make it Hawk.” I said to my self trying to make up for lost time as the doors continued their ponderous journey.

Twenty feet between them, ‘that’s plenty of room Hawk. If only you weren’t so far from the door’.

Fifteen feet, ‘okay so it’s a little tight, you’ll make it, you’ll make it”.

Ten feet, ‘God I’m not going to stop, I’m going to shear off my wings on these bloody doors.’

Five feet, ‘Please please please please please PLEASE don’t let me go splat.’ The doors screamed as the wheels locked a green halo playing around them. The doors slowed.

Three feet. I tucked my wings in and stifled a scream as I jarred a burn I had picked up somewhere. I half flew and half fell through the gap which slammed shut behind me. I reopened my wings, wincing as the burn flared up again and rose on the heat from our flaming home, joining the others circling above.

We landed on a dock crane about a half mile away and watched our home for the last month burn, with our hawk like eyesight it was like sitting next to it. Heartbreaking. Weirdness broke first, burying her sooty face in Gale’s shoulder whimpering about how “I could have saved them; I should have saved them”. Gale flinched back for a moment before putting her arm around her, murmuring reassurances and running her hand through Weird’s raven black hair.

“You did your best; you saved us, you especially saved Hawk.” Gale whispered comfortingly. Weird glanced at me and I gave her a thumbs up. She smiled weakly; it even reached her eyes which were back to their usual faint green phosphorescence. Then she then relaxed letting Gale stroke her hair which seamed to calm both of them. Cam had turned slightly blue which is how he looks when he’s sad, and Tapper had a large tear hanging beneath each eye. I didn’t cry though, the warehouse had never been a home to me and after years of watching experiments disappearing from their cages and never coming back, I accepted death as something that happened. But I was dammed if it was going to happen to me.

‘You could have saved them though. If you had just been faster they would still be alive.’ Great now my subconscious was making me feel guilty.

“Okay guys,” I said standing up and clapping my hands. I should have let them have another minute, but if the Erasers had backup, well we would be dead before we hit the ground. “We’re exposed here, we should get going.”

“Where? Everything’s gone?” Asked Cam still starring at the burning remains of his world.

“Anywhere,” replied Gale doing her best to be cheerful. “We still have our freedom.” She smiled and opened her wings leaping into the sky, and the others followed suit.

“Our freedom to die.” I murmured before flying off to catch up with the others.



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