Marian Janssen
"E-excuse me, Director Janssen." The woman turned her icy gaze to the scared scientist.
"What is it?"
"M-m-maximum ride and the u-u-um flock have been captured and are being brought to the School."
"Excellent!" The woman shouted, startling her workers. "I want them to undergo the surgery immediately; when they wake up they shall have no previous recollection to their real life, before we put them in the fields I want them tested to ensure the procedure worked. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes ma'am."
The next day:
Marian Janssen watched as 6 unconscious bodies were dragged into her lab. Personally, the Director has never seen the entire Flock together, only Max, Nudge, Angel, a dog, and a failed experiment back in Germany months ago. She stood, tall and proud, as she watched the scientists begin the procedure. She took it all in.
The youngest little blonde girl with all the powers.
The blonde boy with the farting problem.
The mocha colored girl with a mouth that wouldn't shut up.
The strawberry blonde that was blind.
The second in command— wait a minute.
The Director leaned forward and frowned. In between the failure of a buy who was supposed to night vision and the leader of the Avian- American Flock should have been a tall, dark boy.
Should have been.
The boy there was tall, yes, but had an overall light complexion and was most definitely not the one called Fang.
"Who is he?" She snapped, pointing at the strange boy.
"He's one of them."
"Impossible."
"The dark boy wasn't there."
"Well he would not just leave; he's in love with the leader." She stated.
"He wasn't there, ma'am."
"Unless one of you can prove to me otherwise, I will have to assume."
"He wasn't there, and from what we can tell: he hasn't been for awhile. All of them showed signs of depression and sadness." One scientist said, while another asked. "Assume what, ma'am?"
Marian took a deep breath. She went through every possible explanation. But what could it be? Signs of depression, he wouldn't leave. You don't just up and go when you are in love with someone. Especially those grafted with bird DNA. Once a bird loves one person, it cannot love another.
Marian Janssen knew of only one solution.
"The one called Fang is dead." She stated simply, hearing her workers begin to discuss it. "Continue the procedure."