This is my first Fan Fiction.

I own nothing, Maximum Ride is written by James Patterson. Please read and review.

Angel POV

I wake up slightly 'out of it', not knowing where I am, but then I get my grasp of reality back. There is a harsh bright light shining down on me in a stark, all white room. I shiver. I am lying on a cold metal table connected to beeping machines and tubes coming out of my arms that lead up to bags of IV fluids intended to keep me unconscious. I hear a cold voice coming from somewhere outside of my bright white room say sarcastically, "When she wakes up we will send her off to kill the great Maximum Ride."

Another voice answered the sarcastic voice and said, "But we can't just send her back and expect her to kill Max. So what do we do?" I KNEW that voice. I fell into unconsciousness thinking back in my memory where that voice was familiar.

It was Max II.

Fang POV

Maya and I flew to meet the rest of the "gang" (Holden, Star, Kate, and Ratchet) at the JFK Airport in New York. Maya asked, "I'm going to go get some food. Do you want anything, Fang?"

"No, I'm not hungry." I say emotionless.

I don't want to let anyone know that I felt terrible for leaving Max in Paris after we couldn't find Angel. Angel was my little sister. Of course I was very upset, but the only thing I can do for her now is find the people responsible for her death.

"I'll meet you at...," she looks down on her watch, "11:45 - right here after you find everybody, OK?", she says as she walks toward the glass entrance doors, not waiting for an answer from me. I turn back to search for my "gang" again. Then I see them as they see me. I wave them to a hallway as we join up.

"Hey Fang, what are we going to do now?" Star asks as they all look expectantly at me.

I think to myself, "I am still not used to this 'leader' thing and I wonder how Max does it... No. Don't think about Max. You have your own problems to deal with." I simply answer, "Ummm... Well, we need to figure out where the DG's headquarters is and take it down."

They all nod in agreement.

"Hey, by the way, where's Maya?" Ratchet asks as she visually scouts the crowded airport for Maya.

I look at the clock and notice it's noon already. Maya is 15 minutes late.

"She told me she was going to get some food and she would be back at 11:45." I say, generally confused as to why she isn't back yet.

"Well let's go find her", says Ratchet.

I just nod, unable to say anything while I go over everything that could have happened to her.

We start walking over to a line of shops and cafés.

"Let's spread out. We'll cover more ground that way. Ratchet you take Quinte Pizza, [AN: Quinte means wings in Italian]. "Holden - Jake's Bar and Grill, Star and Kate - Bean's Café. Go now", I order. They disperse to carry out my orders.

I hurry back to the entrance of the airport again and see Maya. I run over to her.

"Where have you been? We have been looking for you." I say a with a little to much concern in my voice. She looks taken aback by how I say that.

"I said that I was going to be back by 12:30, and here I am." She says, not looking at me.

"No, you didn't, you said 11:45. The gang is out looking for you. I, I, I, was worried…about you." I say stuttering. Oh my god, what did I just say?

She just stares at me.

"You, you were worried about me?", she says with the same questioning look Max has.

I look down. "Yeah. I was worried something bad had happened to you", I say without thinking.

Oh no, I think, why did I just say that?

"Oh, OK," she says with obvious tension in her voice. "Well, let's go find the others and tell them that I'm back."

Next chapter to come by the weekend!