Hey! Well, here's chapter 2! Would have been out sooner but the editing thingy stopped working and my piece...needed editing.

Thanks to Frostpaw and DeathAngels1996 for the first two reviews! :D

***Max's POV***

After the Eraser attack, we were sitting in the kitchen, bandaging our various wounds. The living room still smelled like Erasers, and believe me, that is not a good thing.

"Everyone okay?" I asked. They all nodded. Total was upset with himself. During the fight, he was off somewhere with Akila, having a good time. He was angry because he wasn't there to "protect" us.

Don't get me wrong, Total is an excellent dog, a good friend. But I think that I've spent my whole life protecting myself, and I could do it a little better than he could."It's okay, Total," I said. "It isn't your fault. You had no idea the Erasers were coming."

Iggy had a sprained wrist and a few bruises, but other that that he was okay. Well, he had yet to get over the loss of his ipod, but I told him we could get another and he brightned up, somewhat.

Nudge had cuts and bruises, nothing major. Same with Gazzy and Angel. My knuckles were red and raw, and I had a nice bruise on my ribs, but mainly we all escaped serious injury. Thank God for that.

I stood up. " Okay, guys," I began. "We need to get moving, clear out. When those monsters don't check in with whatever wack-job that made them, they might bump things up a notch. Did you guys realize that those Erasers had no wings? How did they get up here?" Blank looks. "Well, come on then, lets go!"

We stood up. "But where?" Nudge asked. "Good question," I said. I hadn't really thought of that."Any ideas?"

Iggy shrugged. Gazzy was occupied with a scab on his thumb and didn't even look up. Nudge was staring with horror at a new-found rip in her shirt. "I have an idea, Max," said Angel.

"We should go to New York."

I realized that her and the Voice had said that at the same time. Well hello there, I thought. Long time no hear. Why do you think we should go to New York? I asked Angel the same question out loud.

"It's just a feeling, Max. Maybe we should go check up on the Institute there." See if they are still active, said the Voice. I sighed.

"New York it is."

We touched down in Unger Park, Whitetail, Montana. It was just a pit-stop before we headed to New York again. "I'm hungry," said Gazzy. "Yeah, me too," added Nudge. "Okay, you guys stay here while I find a Minimart and get us something," I told them. "Uh, should I go by my self or... Dylan, Iggy, do one of you guys wanna come? We'll get dome faster," I said.

"I'll go," offered Dylan immeadiately. Of course.

Barbecue, barbecue, barbecue, I repeated in my head so I wouldn't forget. Nudge had requested them specially. I had already gotten six packs of hot dogs, two twelve-packs of coke, and hot dog buns. Dylan was picking up some lighter fluid amd matches. We met up at the checkout line thingy and I paid for our food.

When we got outside, I tied the grocery bags closed and Dylan and I divided the weight. Good thing it was dark out, I did't want anyone to freak out after seeing giant bird-things carrying groceries.

We landed at the camp. Iggy had produced a pack of cards, and they were all playing rummy.

"Hey guys," I said. "Got the food. But we are going to have to leave the camp 'cause we can't light a fire here." Groaning about their hunger, they reluctantly got up and began flying towards the outskirts of town.

We found a nice grove of oaks and decided to stop there. I built a fire and lit it with the stuff we bought at the Minimart. We all started roasting out hotdogs. The aroma drifting from the cooking hot dogs was so enticing, I don't know howI managed to wait until my hot dog was fully cooked before I wolfed it down. I think the others felt the same way.

After the food, we all headed up into a tree to catch some shut-eye. As I have said before, as funny as that would be, none of us have ever fallen out of a tree before. We usually sleep in them, and I could remember one time we actually got caught sleeping in them by the police.

I sighed. Ahh, memories.

I woke with a start. I had been dreaming that Fang had come back, that we were together again-but then he faded and was replaced by Dylan. Eeew.

I looked up above me expecting to see the sky framed by oak branches but instead there was-

A giant crane?

I looked around wildly. All flock members accounted for, sleeping on the ground around me. I started shaking them awake, all the while trying to figure out where we were and how we got there.

I realized we were at a construction site. It was deserted, empty.

"Wha- whats goin on?" asked the Gasman as he blinked the sleep from his eyes.

"I'm not sure, Gazzy. Just hang tight, I'm gonna find out." I replied.

I walked in a circle around where we woke up. From what I could see, we were alone. I had a killer headache, we must have been drugged so we could be moved without waking. But why? By who?

Now would be a good time to chime in, Voice, I thought. As usual, the Voice chose to remain silent and stubborn. "Max, where are we?"asked Iggy. I felt sorry for him. As bad as it was for us to wake up in a completely different place, it was a million times worse for him.

"I don't know, Ig." I examained my surroundings more closely. There was a giant crane to my left and a big steel construction covered with scaffolding to my right. In front of me was a big pit and a cement mixer. You do the math.

Suddenly, the cement mixer started up, and I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I turned. The flock was in full battle mode, ready to jump on anything that moved. When I looked around, I saw why.

We were surrounded by Erasers.

I cracked my knuckes. This could get messy. I was about to attack when the Erasers parted. I heard a familiar voice say,

"Not so fast, Maximum. I need to talk to you."

Ooooh, Cliffanger! I'll tell you, major situation in the next chapter! Hey, and don't forget to R&R, people!