"Pffth..." the albino muttered, elevating himself into a semi-upright position with one arm. He grabbed the other arm and snapped the bone back into place with a loud crack and another loud hiss. Stupid Erasers. So there. He was stuck in the middle of the forest with a broken arm, one hell of a black eye and what was probably a bullet stuck in his leg.

"Griffin, look at yourself. Totally messed up," he muttered to himself, grabbing a suitable stick and ripping a couple more fabric strips off the bottom of his hospital gown. He stared to tie a rough splint around his arm.

"Want some help with that?" a voice called rom behind, and above by the sounds of it.

Griffin facepalmed. "Can't do a thing right today, can I?"

I sighed and rubbed my eyes tiredly with the back of one hand. God, I had to do something. I knew that the Director was up to something, and I couldn't just let the world burn while I sat within the Shcool's walls with materials at my disposal.

I leaned forward and opened a new file, setting my fingers to the keys.

Hi, guys. I need you, yes you, to find mutants for Griffin's flock. I'm counting on you guys, okay? I don't care what you have to do, pull up some research files, break into Itex, just do it. Send me the specifics in this application form and I'll arrange how they'll meet up. The files will find their way back to me.

This is really important. Itex has been trying to prevent a new flock from coming together since the first Flock was deemed a viable success. They're what's called the Differential Coefficient: if they meet up with the original flock, they could make the difference between saving the world and having a huge ball of ash underneath our feet.

The formation of the new flock will be just as the old flock is formed: three boys and three girls. I've hand picked Experiment 1879Xfd, Griffin, as its leader. I also need as much information as I can on Itex agents and experiments that could possibly jeopardise the safety of both flocks.

Help me out. I don't care whether you're ex-Itex, ex-School, civilian or a current whitecoat. The fate of the world is resting on this.

Signed ~ The Angel to the Left of God

I encrypted the file and exported it, planting the files across the internet and embedding them with ghost virus codes. That way, Itex would be blissfully unaware of the seed of a plan that I was beginning to hatch. I hit enter.

One step closer to saving the world.