tailieunhanh - Maximum Ride 5 - Max James Patterson

Near Los Angeles Basin, California THERE. Devin raised his right arm and focused directly over his wrist. It took less than a millisecond to calculate the trajectory—he didn’t have a built-in computer, but his 220 IQ served him well. He slowly breathed in and out, getting ready to squeeze the trigger between breaths, between heartbeats. His sensitive nose wrinkled as the ever-present smog that hovered over the Los Angeles Basin filled his lungs. | Maximum Ride 5 - Max James Patterson Maximum Ride 5 - Max Author James Patterson Category Thriller Other name Diana C. Website http Date 07-December-2012 Page 1 163 http Maximum Ride 5 - Max James Patterson Prologue - The Madness Never Stops Near Los Angeles Basin California THERE. Devin raised his right arm and focused directly over his wrist. It took less than a millisecond to calculate the trajectory he didn t have a built-in computer but his 220 IQ served him well. He slowly breathed in and out getting ready to squeeze the trigger between breaths between heartbeats. His sensitive nose wrinkled as the ever-present smog that hovered over the Los Angeles Basin filled his lungs. He hated to think what the pollutants were doing to his brain cells but accepted that some things were necessary evils. There. His light eyes expertly tracked the objects flying overhead one two three four five six. Seven There was a small seventh object unexpected but quickly determined to be unimportant. Actually all of them were unimportant. All but one. The one in front. He knew they had raptor vision. He merely had extraordinary eyesight. It was good enough. All the same the crosshairs in the gun sight attached to his wrist made missing an impossibility. He never missed. That s why they saved him for extraspecial missions like this one. Many many others had already failed at this task. Devin felt utter disdain for them. To kill one bird kid how hard could it be They were flesh and blood ridiculously fragile. It wasn t like bullets bounced off them. Once more Devin raised his arm and observed his prey catching her neatly in the crosshairs as if they could pin her to the sky. The flock flew perfectly spaced in a large arc overhead the one called Maximum in front flanked by the two large males. Then a smaller female. Then a smaller male and the smallest female after him. A little black object not bird kid shaped struggled to keep up. Devin couldn t identify it it