It's been a while, and A LOT has happened...

No joking. I could have died.
So it's been around two months since I've last posted in the good ol' blog, and believe me, I would have posted earlier if I had the chance.
Now that I've finally gotten back online again, I have an announcement to make.
The Ultimate, my friends, is on the run.
I think I'm jumping ahead of myself. Let's backtrack.
Okay, so it was more than a month ago (I think) that me and everyone went to visit Jalana and Johnny. We, well okay, I was feeling a little bad about ditching them like that. I mean, Jalana did take us in, right?
Not any old woman would just take in three teenagers. Let alone three mutant teenagers. So we dropped by for a visit.
There was a wonderful reunion, and we also stayed for movienight, on account that Johnny had rented Sweeny Todd from Blockbuster and they had put in a new, big, TV in the living room.
It was after this that it happened.
We were heading back to the HQ; me and Al in the air and Trin and Ulric running along on the ground.
We were halfway there when I was shot at.
It missed, but I was god-to-hell confused.
To make this short and sweet, we had run right into the lion's mouth.
Me and Aleron had landed, because Trinity and Ulric were caught. They were fighting off these thugs...
Okay, ironic it may seem, but these guys (if you've ever read Maximum Ride) had the same strategy and fighting tactic as Erasers; wolf hybrids.
The only difference was that the only wolf hybrid around was Ulric, so we had come clean up against regular humans with guns.
Still a dangerous combo.
The whole event is to confusing to remember, but there was Shredder and his gang mixed in with the mess. I now know what Shredder's "job" is.
He joined in with the bad guys. Who'da thunk it.
"Little b*tch!" he said to me, shooting at me with his gun. "I knew you little f*ckers was not normal! You ain't gonna see tomorrow!" I remember one of us knocked him out.
After the skirmish was over, we figured out that those forces were not expecting us there. That was why the numbers were so small. We knew the time has come, so we quickly ran/flew as fast as we could to the HQ, stuffed our bags with clothes and personal items and whatnot (including repressant and anti-repressant, and as much of that fifty grand as we could carry), put the HQ into total lockdown, and split, heading due south...
So we've been hiding on-the-run for quite some time, usually camping out, hopping from small town to small town, bathing and washing our clothes when the opportunities arise...
Only now I've been able to brush the dust off my laptop and post here to you, dedicated reader. We don't know really where we want to go now, since we're on the run and out of here...
But we've been thinking.
Why not pop down to good ol' Louisiana? Go fix some levees or something. Mosey around the French Quarter. Take a stroll down Bourbon Street.
It's a thought...

-Red