Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports

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With a gigantic splintering, grinding noise, the enormous castle gates burst inward. What was left of the mutants hurried out of the way.

A giant yellow Humvee careened in through the gates, its front end considerably smashed.

The driver's door popped open, and a teenage girl leaned out. "I just got my license!" she said excitedly in a heavy German accent.

Then hundreds of kids started pouring through the broken gates, only to stop and stare at the courtyard, littered with bodies and busted Flyboys.

Onstage, the Director was white-faced. Her order had effectively finished off the last of this batch of Flyboys. Maybe she had more stashed inside. At any rate, she turned and started hurrying toward the metal door that led back into the castle.

I tumbled Total into Angel's arms and grabbed Nudge's hand. "Come on!"

The two of us took off into the air-the Flyboys had shorted out the electric grid as well as themselves.

"Help me get her!" I told Nudge.

Just as the Director reached the metal door and was grabbing hold of the lever, Nudge and I dropped down on either side of her.

"Not so fast, Mom," I snarled.