Well, I got a (a as in one) review for the last chapter, and I don't think anyone really cares about this story, but I am thinking of not publishing the next chapter until I get one more review. One more-that could mean you, whoever is reading this could click the little submit review button on the bottom of the screen, and the next chapter would come out soon after. Whatever. This chapter's a little bit longer, as my one review suggested. Now, I will stop my babbling so you can read this chapter.

Chapter 2
Max and Kat flew off in Hawk heading towards the middle of the city. It wasn't very hard to find Woody; they just followed the blackened clouds across the sky. When they found him, the self-proclaimed evil genius was standing on a rooftop, cackling, and shooting lightning bolts into an abandoned building next to the one on which he was standing. Kat put Hawk into stealth mode and flew over the building, letting Max easily jump out onto the rooftop, landing quietly behind Woody.
"Okay, Woody, ready to go back to jail?"
"Ah! My nemesis, Max Steel! It was an insult being placed in a regular prison. See how easily I broke out? Ha, now I'm back! I'm your worst nightmare!"
With that, he turned and aimed a bolt of electricity Max's way, which the agent dodged by diving away from the bolt.
"My worst nightmare? More like comic relief. Come on Woody, just come quietly this time, we'll put you in a high security prison. Would that make you happy?"
"Never!"

Back at N'Tek, Berto was sitting at the monitor watching Woody when a voice crackled over his communicator.
"Martinez, pilot Hawk for me, Max looks like he's going to need some help on this one."
"Ok, but he looks like he's doing fine on his own."
"Yeah, maybe if he's not planning to bring Woody in until next week. He can't get at him. He needs another person there to mix Woody up."
"All right, I've got Hawk."
Berto switched over to Hawk's monitor and landed the craft on the roof in stealth mode behind Woody. Then, switching back to Max's monitor, he watched as Kat silently climbed out and crept towards Max's opposer. Max, seeing Kat, distracted Woody while the female agent grabbed a loose brick from the roof of the building and, taking up a pitcher's pose, hurled the projectile at the annoyance's head, squarely hitting her mark. Berto watched as Woody went down.
"Good work, hermano. The police are in front of the building. They can handle him now."
"Good. Um...where's Hawk?"
"Stealth mode. Hold on." Berto pressed a button and Hawk appeared on the rooftop near Kat, seemingly materializing out of thin air.
"Thanks, bro. See ya back at base."
Hearing the door open, Berto looked over to see the girl from the briefing standing in the doorway holding a heavy book of some sort. "Hi, Abigail," said Berto, "what's up?"
Abigail stared at the monitor in front of the older agent, and the many buttons and switches in front of him on the console.
"You interested in this stuff?" Berto asked, following her gaze.
The girl nodded her head.
"Really?" Berto had recently been looking for someone to help him out in the lab a little. Max and Kat were better with the physical end of the job, and usually ending up breaking something whenever they attempted to help Berto out. "Interested in helping me out a little?" he asked hopefully.
For the first time since entering the room, the girl looked up and nodded vigorously. Berto felt a form of companionship towards her. He too had been painfully quiet when first arriving at N'Tek. The new building, new faces, and all the advanced equipment had him amazed.
"Here," he said, getting up from his swivel chair, "you can watch the monitors while I go down the hall for a few minutes. You can sit here. Just watch and make sure that Max doesn't crash the Hawk on the way back."
The girl walked over and sat down, staring up at the monitor. "Where's Max?" she asked.
"Max? He's..."Berto stopped and stared at the girl for a minute. She'd been here a week already, and he certainly did like her well enough, but there was something about her that stopped him from telling her the truth about Max just yet. Berto assumed he might be being a little paranoid, but working at N'Tek the past few years had taught him to trust his instincts. "Max is wearing a helmet with a camera attached to it," he lied, "so, you're seeing what Max is seeing right now. You won't see Max unless he's looking in a mirror or something."
"Or if you take off the camera."
"What?"
"If Max took off the camera and pointed it at himself, he would show up on the monitor." It was the most Berto had heard the girl speak.
"Um, right. Yeah. I'll be right back. If you need anything, call."
With that, Berto exited the room and walked towards a door at the end of the hall, where he kept most of his supplies when they weren't in use. Opening the door, he looked to the corner to see Spot XV against the far wall. Berto walked towards the metallic canine and knelt down besides it. "Spot, on," he commanded. The dog's eyes opened, and it jumped stiffly to its feet, barked, and sat down.

Max was landing Hawk back at N'Tek as deafening static suddenly exploded in his ears. He yelled in pain and Hawk dropped abruptly onto the floor of the hangar, breaking one of its landing wheels. The aircraft sat lopsided in the large building. Kat jumped out and hurried over to Max.
"Steel, what's wrong?" she asked urgently.
Max, unable to say anything just groaned and put his hands to his ears. Kat, now very worried, paged Berto on his communicator.
"Martinez, something's wrong with Max!" she yelled.
"What do you mean? Where are you?"
"We're in the hangar, shouldn't you know that?"
"No, I'm not at the console right now, what's wrong with Max?!"
"I don't know, he's just sitting there moaning and clutching his ears, why aren't you at the console?!"
"I'm on my way now. I left Abigail to monitor it, I was getting something from the equipment room," Berto said as he ran down the hallway towards his lab. He burst through the door to see Abigail staring intently at the screen, with an odd look on her face. Max's pained voice emanated from the speakers. Hearing Berto come through the door, she jumped up from the chair.
"Berto, I don't know what happened; he just started yelling all of the sudden!"
Berto brushed past her and sat back down at his normal seat.
"Hermano, what's wrong?"
"The---damn biolink feedback---turn it off, bro!"
Berto, glanced over at the bio-feedback button and saw a heavy algebra book right on top of the button Berto quickly reached over and picked it up.
"Better?" the younger agent asked.
"Yeah, I'm on my way up now," Max said, rubbing his ears, "there better be a really good explanation for this."
Turning around on the chair, Berto came to look at Abigail. She stood there calmly, not seeming to realize what she had just done.
"What happened?" Berto said, forcing himself to be calm as well.
"I was just sitting at the counsel, and I put my book down for a second, and then I saw the plane land weirdly and Max started yelling." The girl's eyes were wide, and she looked so innocent. Berto knew Max was not going to be happy when he got up here.
"It's ok," he said, "I'll cover for you. Everyone makes mistakes, but you better get out of here before Max shows up."
The girl nodded, looking grateful, and quickly exited the room, turning left, seconds before Berto heard Max and Kat coming from the right.

"Bro? Explanation. Now."
Berto was right. Max was definitely not happy.
"Um-good news," Berto said lamely, "the bio-feedback button works."