Valedictorian- A Maximum Ride Fanfiction

6th Period

THE TRIO OF bird kids found Ren a few minutes later. Fang had joined Max and sped to the dock, touching down and running through the iron maze while Iggy had circled, waiting for the click that Ren inevitably made every five minutes. He ended up finding Ren first; already strapped to a smaller wooden crate (that was still pretty damn big, at least three hundred pounds) and dragging out smaller sacks for the rest of them to carry. 

"Took you long enough," Ren muttered when he saw Iggy, handing him a sack. Iggy frowned, debating whether he should attempt to explain the situation or help out but ultimately deciding that it'd be a better idea to just go and get the job done instead. Ren was a straight arrow and most likely wouldn't leave without the stuff, and with any luck Max and Fang had decided to make themselves useful and cause a diversion. Iggy shifted, hand groping around until he found Ren's shoulder.

"Give me the others too. Max and Fang can't make it."

Ren's hair brushed his knuckles as the other boy turned his head, a minute pause before a sigh and a nod. There was the sound of gunfire, then; and Iggy felt Ren understand as his shoulders tensed. The air shifted next to him, Ren's bat wings spreading out, and Iggy felt another thirty pound sack get shifted onto him.  

"Sorry," Ren sighed, Iggy only hearing the creaking of the wooden crate as the boy took off. Iggy shifted the sacks in his arms around, wishing he could drop something explosive on the port. That'd be fun. Very fun. But there was something wrong, and just as Iggy crouched to get up in the air he felt the shudder of the ground as Ren landed. His confusion must have shown on his face, because the next moment Ren muttered, "There's something wrong," voice sounding oddly strained.

"Kick it, please."

And Iggy did, leg breaking through the thin wood. Ren crouched down next to him, Shifting through the contents, and the ringing clinks and metallic clanks were definitely things that he did not hear from food. He heard clasps, Ren making small frustrated noises until something dropped and the sacks were abruptly yanked from his hands. 

There was a long exhale of breath.

"We're getting out." Ren announced suddenly, dull splashes marking his movements as he tosses both sacks over the edge of the dock to the sea. "They're packing weapons. And C4. Out, up. Now." 

"Thanks for the commentary." Iggy mused, spreading tawny wings out. The temptation to bring some C4 along with him was lethal, but the one who usually snuck things around was Gazzy because Iggy couldn't, you know, see where the others were looking. Being blind. Haha. "You know-"

"Wait." Ren cut through, clicking his tongue.

Wow, rude.

Iggy frowned, shutting his mouth; and listened as the rest of the world became clear to him. The sound vibrated between the metal containers and revealed what was inside, and suddenly, he realized what exactly it was that Ren was trying to do. He pointed to the container closest to the port. The dullest ring. The clay. The C4. 

Ren nodded (not that Iggy could see), large midnight tinted wings spreading out as he attached a hook to the end of the container and attempted to fly away. It budged, little by little, until the whole container was teetering over the edge of the cement bridge, hovering mere feet from the ocean. Sweat trickled down his neck and he detached, moving out of the way as Iggy kicked again and sent the bombs to the depths of the sea. They repeated this one more time- the dock had more, of course, but they weren't near the edge and no matter how strong his wings were, Ren couldn't fly a two ton bomb- neither of them flinching when the gunfire drew closer. This was more important.

The container had just splashed into the sea when Max's hoarse voice rang out, a loud command of "DUCK!" barely reaching their ears as something exploded in the background.