A/N- This is just a couple of scenes I wrote for my friend, imagining how Max would meet Dylan. Because I lack the time and motivation to plot/write the whole story, I imagine it will end up as a five-shot, and I'll just explain what's going on between each scene beforehand.

For those of you who are horribly confused and don't know who Dylan is, go look at the summary of FANG on James Patterson's website before reading this.

Anyway, I wrote this in November, but then lost it and highly procrastinated on the rewriting of it. So here it is, finally. Yay!

"Where the hell is this?" I mumbled to myself. Fang shrugged, but I could sense the waves of tension rolling off his body. There was something weird about this place.

We'd entered an almost-empty room, with cheap-looking grey carpet and dirty white walls. There was only one window, facing the hallway, and I realized it was made of one-way glass, looking out. In the middle of the room stood the whitecoat we'd met in Itex, holding a small silver remote.

"We'd hoped you'd come alone, Max," Dr. Roberts said.

"The Flock is with me," I replied coolly. Fang and Iggy came and stood on either side of me to emphasize, arms crossed over their chests, looking, well, pretty menacing. I almost smiled at the whitecoat's fearful expression.

"…Right," the scientist said. He took a couple of steps away from the boys, toward a laptop that rested on a small cart in the corner, already opened and powered up. "Well then… do you know why we asked you to come today, Max?" He asked. We?

"What would be the point of you asking me here if I already knew what you were going to say?"

"True enough," he chuckled. "As you know, you were created at the School fourteen years ago, under the supervision of the Director. I believe you two have met."

"Unfortunately."

"During those years, most of the scientists working on you were interested in one aspect of you, and one alone; your one purpose was that you were going to save the world someday. You needed to be flawless. You needed to be strong. You needed people who would fight with you, no matter what the cost." He glanced at Iggy and Fang beside me, and then at the younger kids standing behind us, smiling a little bit. "And so, she ordered the creation of the rest of the Flock."

Thank goodness. Without them, I had nothing.

All of this was irrelevant, though, just the back story. "You haven't explained anything yet."

Dr. Roberts' ignored my impatience, his expression changing into one of intent thought. "But then me, and several of my colleagues began to wonder," he continued. He began to slowly walk back and forth several feet. "What if one of the flock got sick?" He paused. "Or hurt?" He looked up, directly at me, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down my spine. "What if you ever wanted something… more?"

Suddenly, I wasn't so sure I knew what he was talking about.

With a quick, swift movement, the scientist punched some buttons on his remote. The lights in the room went out, and I went into a fight-or-flight stance, ready to tear the heck out of there. Stupid! I'd led all of them directly into a whitecoat trap.

But then the room was brightened, barely, by the blue glow of… information. Each wall around us was suddenly a projection screen, covered in scrolling codes, mathematical equations, diagrams. They flowed down the wall, disappearing into the floor too fast to read, so I only caught flashes. There was a faceless digitalized 3D model of one of the boys, showing muscle structure, the organization of organs, and lists of vital stats. There were pictures of us, newspaper clippings and brief video clips from what looked like the 6 o'clock news. Photos of buildings, blueprints of the school. A picture of the Institute that gave me a strange sense of déjà-vu…

And then, as quickly as it had appeared, it stopped, and the lights snapped back on.

"Impressive show," I muttered sarcastically.

"Max." The whitecoat's tone was patient. "I've called you here today to show you something incredible. Something completely new, that science has never attempted before." He closed his laptop. "Fourteen years ago, Max, my team and I began a project that we knew would take extreme trial and error. Extreme patience. Maximum effort." He gave us a small smile. "So many tests. So many adjustments. And now, it's finally ready for you. Perfection."

I took in a sharp, silent breath. Suddenly, a small part of me screamed that I should run, take the flock and get away from here before I could discover the horror of what he was about to say next.

But of course, it was too late.

"Max, we've created your perfect soul-mate."

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