![]() ![]() Here's the deal-for anybody new on this trip. I mean, the younger set also had stamina, especially compared to dinky little nonmutant humans. Fang, Iggy, and I were holding steady, but we had mucho de stamina. I cast a quick glance at the rest of my flock. "Another hour? Hour and a half?" I guessed. ![]() If I ever actually had a good, easy day, I'd probably freak out. Well, another long, ugly day in a whole series of long, ugly days. She looked tired-we'd had one long, ugly day. "Max? How long till we get to DC?" asked Nudge, pulling up closer to me. There's nothing like an eight-year-old's sense of humor. He cackled, several wingspans away from me. "That was funny the first fifty times, Gazzy," I said. There was nothing where the Gasman had pointed. "Oh, my gosh!" the Gasman said excitedly. Okay, we were mutant freaks, we were on the lam, but man, flying-well, there's a reason people always dream about it. God, nothing is better, more fun, more exciting. ![]() You want an adrenaline rush? Try tucking your wings in, dive-bombing for about a mile straight down, then whoosh! Wings out, grab an air current like a pit bull, and hang on for the ride of your life. For miles around, we were the only things in the infinite, wide-open, clear blue sky. Sweeping, swooping, soaring, air-current thrill rides-there's nothing better. ![]()
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