AN: okay in this story MR 4&5 don't exist. Its two years later so Max, Fang, and Iggy are 16. Ella is 15, Nudge is fourteen, Gazzy is 10, and Angel is eight. Oh, and the whole wing thing is still a secret to the world.

Max's POV

So it's been two years since we destroyed Itex. Probably the calmest two years of my life. Our life has been pretty amazing since then, not to say it wasn't already. But this time I decided to take one of Fang's ideas and go with it. Remember when Fang said that he would just like to go out and live a half way normal life on some deserted island? Well that's just what we are doing now. Never underestimate what a mind-controlling mutant can do, even if she was only six at the time. How she knew where to go, or what to do- I don't know. But she managed to get us to a Marine General (with out looking suspicious, I may add) and got him to tell us the location of a so-super top secret island that it's not even on the map. It's where they train Marines. Once a month we get a helicopter full of marines on the other side of our island that have to survive out there for a week with nothing. I gotta admit, I'm feeling safer and safer living in this country knowing that some of those amazing marines are some of the ones taking care of it.

Besides our monthly visit, are only company are sea turtles, some exotic birds, and all of the fish and dolphins that Angel's always talking to. Although most months while the marines are visiting our home, we fly back to my mom's house. We use that time to catch up with Mom and Ella, go buy lots of food for the next month. (Although Fang's roasted island rat is growing on me… but Nudge, not so much.)

I've loved the time I've spent with Ella. I can't say I'm as close to her as I am the flock, but I think we might be getting there. Also I love talking to my mom, just because I can; which is something the rest of the flock can't.

Pretty much these last two years have been amazing, in a good way. Where as the rest of my life has kind of been amazing in the way that none of us are dead or mentally ill.

Although the one kind of let down is my voice. Yep, my head is still being occupied by someone, something that I have no idea how it got in there, why it's in there or when its coming out.

Maximum, I am here to remind you of your mission. You were created to save the world. You and the flock's role is essential.

Mind telling me how?

….of course, no response.

But besides that minor annoyance, life here has been pretty good. But I know that it can't stay perfect. I'll admit I've had more than one panic attack on the beach… but compared to being locked up in dog crates, or being hunted by erasers and fly boys; I'd defiantly take this any day.