So, I really hate long authors notes so I won't have them. All I'm saying is that I'll be updating almost every day because I already have 10 chapters typed. So every day (or almost) I'll come on type a little and post a new chapter. And I promise not to beg for reviews but at least a couple would be nice. Also sorry for some short chapters.

Max POV

"Ugh! I quit!" I yelled and threw my cards down on the table. "I quit! I can't deal with you!" I turned to stalk out of the room.

"Ummmm, what the heck did I do?" he asked, confused.

"Not you, you idiot! Them!" I snarled pointing at my head.

"Them?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I've got a not-so-angelic Angel. In. My. Head." I said trying not to flip. You see for those of you lame-os who haven't read the books, I have a Voice. And ... a six -sorry seven- year old mind reader that can project thoughts. And they were ruining my poker game with their 'advice'.

"Ohhh. Are those two arguing in your head again?" Fang smirked.

"Yah. Over who's poker advice is better."

"And whose is?"

"Neither. The both EPICLY SUCK!" I groaned as I heard a little voice in my head Max! "I'm outta here."

Just then the house phone rang. Yep, we were staying at my ah-mazing mother Valencia Martinez's house.

I raced for the phone and grabbed it right before it went to voicemail.

"Max? Are you and the flock okay?" my mother's concerned voice questioned me.

"Uh yeah. Why?" I was worried; I mean why wouldn't we be?

"You have to leave now! I just saw Erasers walking through town"

"Ok mom. IloveyoubyeseeyouinNewYor-" I was cut off by an awful, blood curdling scream. Angel!

I raced outside. Everyone looked okay.

"Max" she was crying "I just read the Erasers' minds and they don't want to kill us. They want to... Oh Max! They want to experiment on my wings and eyes!" Then she collapsed sobbing.

"Okay guys. Scratch New York." We had been planning on meeting a rich businessman about a contract for the CSM. His name was Mr. Brunner or something. But what-ehver! No way!

Max. You must go and meet him. It is of the utmost importance to you and the flock.

"Ok guys. Looks like New York is back on."