For everyone who hasn't read the Gallagher Girls series, here's a summary:

Cammie Morgan (the main character) is a student at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women in Roseville, Virginia. Most people think that Gallagher Academy is a snooty boarding school for spoiled heiresses, but it's actually a school for spies. Cammie and her friends Bex, Liz, and Macey get into lots of
interesting situations, to put it mildly, and rely on their "spy skills" to get them out. Cammie's mother, Rachel Morgan, is headmistress of Gallagher Academy. This is after the second book, Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy, but before the third book, Don't Judge a Girl By Her Cover.

For everyone who hasn't read Maximum Ride:

Max (Maximum Ride) is a fourteen-year-old mutant. 98%, 2% bird, Max and her Flock of bird-kids are running from Erasers, a wolf-human hybrid. They were all created at a horrible place called the School. Her Flock (Fang and Iggy, also 14; Nudge, 11; the Gasman, or Gazzy, 8; Angel, 6) all have wings, and, in some cases, unusual powers. Angel's a mind-reader, Gazzy has a . . . unmentionable talent, Nudge can feel people's emotions by touching something they touched, and Max herself can fly at hundreds of miles per hour. This is after book two, School's Out—Forever, and before book three, Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports.

I think that should be enough for now . . . if there is anything else, I'll say it later.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Flock, Ari, Jeb, the Gallagher Girls (Cammie, Bex, Macey, Liz, Anna Fetterman, Tina Walters, etc.), the Blackthorne Boys (Zach, Grant, etc.), Erasers, whitecoats, Headmistress Morgan, Professor Joe Solomon, or any other characters/places from Maximum Ride or Gallagher Girls. They are copyright of James Patterson and Ally Carter.

Chapter 1 – Back To School; Crash-Land

Cammie's POV:

I slipped through the group of seventh graders on their tour of the school, scanning the crowd of girls before me.


I spun at the familiar voice, and grinned at the sight of Bex striking a pose at the front entrance. Like always, she looked like she had come straight from the spa, not a six hour plane flight.

"Have you seen Liz or Macey?" I asked her. She shook her head. Tina Walters turned around.

"They're probably in the Great Hall already. I heard that Mr. Solomon killed a Korean delegate with a bobby pin this summer!" (Mr. Solomon is our totally HOT Covert Operations teacher, in case you were wondering.)

I rolled my eyes. Tina's mother wrote the gossip column in a newspaper that shall remain nameless, and that, combined with being a spy and a teenage girl, made Tina believe the weirdest things. "Why would Mr. Solomon have a bobby pin?"

Without waiting for an answer, I started down the corridor. Bex followed me.

When we entered the Great Hall, I saw them immediately. Liz seemed even tinier then she was last year, and Macey seemed even supermodely-er (if that was possible). I waved, and Liz jumped up, spilling flash cards all over the floor.

"Cam, there you are! We were looking everywhere, we couldn't find you."

"Yeah Liz, I'm doing great", Bex said, her British accent growing thicker."Thanks for asking."

Liz started to say something, but was interrupted by my mom's voice from podium.

"Everyone settle down, now." She waited until she had our attention to continue,

"Women of Gallagher Academy, who comes here?"

Everyone stood and said in unison, "We are the sisters of Gillian Gallagher."

"Why do you come?"

"To learn her skills, honor her sword, and keep her secrets."

"To what end do you work?"

"To the cause of justice and light."

"How long will you strive?"

"For all the days of our lives." We finished, and sat down.

My mom smiled."This is the start of a new year, a year that will be full of challenges and learning. To our newest students", she paused, glancing at the newbies,"I can only say that this will be the beginning of an interesting year in your young lives.

"Work hard, pay attention, and most importantly, be careful. Welcome home, ladies."

I looked around at all the familiar faces, faces of my friends, faces of my sisters. I was home at last.

Max's POV:

"Max, I'm hungry."

"We'll stop in the next town, okay Nudge?" I sighed and looked down. Welcome to Roseville, Virginia a sign below us said. Well, isn't that nice.

Then I heard the gunshot. Next thing I knew, massive pain exploded in my right wing, and I was falling.

"Max!" Nudge screamed.

I tried to flap, but my wing wouldn't work. Fang swooped down to catch me. His fingers barely brushed my arm before I hit a tree. Sliding down awkwardly, I managed to land on my feet.

"Max!" Nudge yelled again, landing beside me."Are you okay? Your wing, is it hurt? Oh no, you're bleeding-"

Fang cut her off. "Max? How bad?"

I shakily extended my wing. It only went halfway out before I had to stop.

"I'm fine." I lied as Iggy, the Gasman, and Angel lit down. I looked around. We were in front of a huge building. It seemed to be a private school, one of those ones that rich, spoiled kids go to. The words 'Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women' were carved into the tall stone wall.

"This might be a good place to spend the night." I said, "Maybe we can hike to town in the morning."

The flock nodded, and we set off to find a spot to make camp. Suddenly I saw a flash of movement. My raptor gaze locked onto it, and I froze.

It was a camera.

Not one of the cheap ones that you can find in malls. This was a grade-A, takes-a-thousand-pictures-per-second, CIA-level camera.

I caught Fang's eye, and he nodded. He had seen it to.

Maybe this wasn't such a great place to spend the night.