Max- Window Crashing

  “Mass zoom?” Fang asked, and I nodded.

  “Ig, mass zoom, angle down about thirty-five degrees. Then aim for six o’clock,” I instructed. And why was I only giving Iggy instructions? Because Iggy’s the only blind one, that’s why.

  We were moving fast, really fast, dropping at a trajectory that would smash us into the sniper’s window in about eight seconds. We’d practiced racing feet-first through open windows a thousand times, one right after the other, bam bam bam. So this was more of a fun challenge than a scary, death-defying act of desperation.

  The two things often look very similar in our world.

  Seven, six, five, I counted silently.

- MAX: A Maximum Ride Novel, chapter 2