Title: Sometimes Experiments Aren't Needed
Prologue
"Subjects 1 and 2 are right where you planned, sir. Commencing abduction."
"Good." Came through the receiver, "Just make sure it happens before they return to their flock."
"Of course." The agent clicked the end button and waved the others forward.
He watched as they circled out. The subjects were sitting in a tree, just like the boss had anticipated, looking up at the stars. Completely oblivious.
"Wait until they open their wings," He ordered, "But not before they get airborne."
His agents nodded and shouldered their guns. Subject one sighed, and stood, and he nodded.
As subject two joined her, he motioned the others to lean forward, "Subject one first. Subject two is more likely to stay, and be quiet."
As Subject One opened her wings, a soft whistle slipped through the evening, and a dart hit its target, right where the wing met the body. She fell from the sky, and just as planned, Subject two slipped down after her to see what was wrong. As he opened his own wings, preparing to take her away, a second dart slipped in, burying itself in his back, and he slumped as well.
"Good. Move out. Get them in the crates. Boss wants them as soon as possible." He slipped out with the rest of his crew, reading the helicopter.
"Hey, Gazzy?"
"Yeah?" Gazzy looked up at his sister, placing the wires he was playing with down on the table.
"It's been a while since Fang and Max left, and I want to go check on them. Wanna come?"
He shrugged, "They're always out late, but sure, whatever." He stood and shook out his wings, following her out the door, "Um. What's that?" He asked, pointing into the distance, where a dark shadow was raising from the forest.
"That's a helicopter." She frowned, "Go get the others, I'll be right back!" She leaped into the air as he turned back to get the others.
Angel darted forward, landing in the field where she knew that Fang and Max had gone, and frowned. The ground was trampled, and the two were gone. She looked around and saw large footprints that should not have been there. When she turned back to the center of the field, she saw a hard glimmer by the edge, under the largest tree. She darted forward, and then gasped. It was a dart's shell.
