I have UOMRFS- Ultra Obsessed Maximum Ride Fan Syndrome. I also have UOWS- Ultra Obsessed Writing Syndrome. So I used both of my diseases to create this story. :D Anyways, this is what I think the fourth book should be like. I tried my hardest to make my writing style about the same way James Patterson's is in Maximum Ride. So, please read and rate! Thanks:)

Disclaimer- I (sadly) don't own Maximum Ride. I also (sadly) don't own Hannah Montana, Burger King, and McDonalds.

Part One- Hybrid Rescue Mission

“Hey, Max, I don’t mean to bother you, but flying all day makes me really tired, so I was wondering if we could go to Burger King. I want a cheeseburger. Cheese is good. Well, except for moldy cheese. Moldy cheese is gross! Wait, cheese is made of mold... whatever. But I want Burger King. Oh, what about McDonalds? OHMYGODACDPLACE! Can I get the new Hannah Montana CD? Pleaaaaase, oh please oh please can I? Can we just snatch it and up and away? Hey, can we go to Burger Kind to get a cheeseburger? I'm tired." Nudge rambled on and on. I was too tired to bother shushing her. We were flying away from the Martinez's house, which we have been doing for days. Are only breaks have been for digging from garbage cans for food and sleeping. The occasional bathroom breaks for Gazzy, too, because having him letting off his signature scent around us was not good. But, anyways, I was at the point where I didn’t understand why we were leaving anymore. They were my family, my mother and half-sister, and I’m sure dropping the director of Itex on the ground from miles above would’ve killed her, causing Itex to totally collapse. And the Martinez’s had food! And hot showers! And did I mention food?
"Hang in there, Nudge," I sighed. "We're all tired. But stopping is not an option yet."
"Not an option? Do you even know where we're going?" Nudge groaned.
"Yeah..." I replied. It was a lie. But being the leader means having to tell lies about stuff so the others aren’t scared or worried.
"No she doesn't," Angel whispered in Nudge’s ear. Angel, the six-year old super-adorable member of our Flock, can read minds. Nudge chuckled at Angel’s remark.
"What's so funny?" The Gasman yelped. Eight-year old Gazzy isn't called 'The Gasman' for nothing. Whatever you do, do NOT stick around him after he had beans for dinner. Your nose might fall off or something.
"Nothing," Angel giggled.
"No, I'm laughing because I read Max's mind and she said something funny." Gazzy replied in Angel's voice. Did I forget to mention he can mimic voices perfectly, and is a master at ventriloquism?
"Okay, end of conversation. I think you're getting on Max's nerves. Her face feels hot." Iggy laughed, his hand stroking my face so he could tell if I was embarrassed or not. I ripped it off, sighing. Iggy is fourteen years old, and is blind. But he can get around pretty well, as long as one of us doesn't chop off our hair or put on a sandpaper-textured mask or something so he can’t tell who is who.
Of course, fourteen-year-old Fang was silent the whole way. I swear that guy never talks. Well, maybe except to me, occasionally. But that doesn’t mean he likes me… well, actually, I didn’t know. He recently kissed me on the lips, but hasn’t been flirty since. And I think… well, I think I might’ve actually enjoyed it. I don’t know, the guy has been pretty confusing lately.
"Oh, calm down, Max. Just because you don't have a plan doesn't mean you need to get angry." Total, our talking dog- well, mainly Angel's talking dog- finally spoke up. "Wait, that didn't come out right, did it?"
"Fine, let's take a break if it matters so much." I finally sighed. The rest of the Flock punched their fists into the air, cheering, except for Total who punched a paw in the air, and Fang, who just flashed one of his rare smiles. And we all swooped down to the ground, faster then a bullet, and more graceful then a ballerina.

A/N- So, you like it so far? Please read & rate!