Warning: Fang spoilers
Not exactly saying what happened, but I do hint at what happens in the book.

I realize that for the readers of my other stories I haven't posted anything in a while...because frankly I got bored. There weren't enough people following my stories to bother continuing anyway, so for those of you wondering all of my previous stories are discontinued as of right now. I might change my mind later, but as of today don't expect me to update any of my other stories. Sorry.
Disclaimer: if I were a
Middle-aged man with an extremely successful writing career, do you really think I would be writing fan fiction?

This, by the way, is three years after FANG. Max is 19, as well as Iggy and Fang, Nudge is 15, and Gazzy is, what, 12? And Angel is 9.

Max pov:
"Max!" Nudge called from the bottom of the stairs, "Hurry up! If we're late again JJ won't let us in, and then you won't have a job, and then there'll be no one to support all of us, and we'll have to live on the streets, and-" she stopped abruptly, no doubt by force of either the Gasman or Iggy. "Whoever shut her up, I am indebted to you."
I walked slowly down the stairs, careful not to trip over the long dress and high heels, and timidly stepped into the living room; much like any night that I had work.
After Fang left, I was completely devastated. I didn't know how to live with myself- without my other half. Dylan tried his best to take up his position in the flock, but there was still a gaping hole where he once was. We tried looking for him for almost a year, travelling the world and following dead trails, until I came to the conclusion that he obviously didn't want to be found. I know that giving up was very out of character for the Great Maximum Ride, but if he didn't want to be found, logic says that we probably would never find him.
The very day that the flock woke up somewhere in eastern Illinois, and I didn't immediately start giving direction and packing up our makeshift camp, they all knew it was a lost cause. Another part of me died when I was forced to let go- and the only person who could bring it back was the one whose fault it was I lost it.

So now here I am, three years later, working as a secret agent for the government. My job is the exact opposite of what I wish it was- I go to big fancy parties and am forced to wear long flowing dresses and three inch stilettos. While at said parties I scope out potential threats- second nature after all those years of being on the run- and let the person in charge know who and where the threat is. Sometimes they don't do anything, sometimes they make a scene of kicking them out, most of the time they put me in charge of 'disposing' of them.
When it's my responsibility, the parties usually get very interesting. So tonight the entire flock was coming to watch me on the job- it was a party benefitting a private association that we helped while killing off itex.
What I didn't know was how very interesting this night was to become.

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KTHNXBYE,
-Bergatron

P.S

I know it's short, but this is kind of a preview of where I am going with the story. If you want longer chapters, I need reviews that tell me that. Also, I would love constructive criticism. I am an aspiring author and would love all the help I could get!