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Chapter Two.

Max POV:

"Bonjour. Où est l'usine la plus proche Itex?"I asked the woman at the front desk of a hotel in France. Yes, I was speaking French. I had gotten good. (Ha, just kidding, the voice was feeding me lines.) (Translation: Hello. Where is the nearest Itex factory?)

"Pourquoi voulez-vous savoir?" she replied, kind of harsh. Not a good sign. (Translation: Why do you want to know?)

"J'étais simplement curieux. J'ai entendu parler d'un ami, elle dit qu'ils ont été une entreprise très populaire?" Lie. Not to sound Fang-ish, but I didn't have any friends. Its very important not to, when you do my kind of work.(Translation: I was just curious. I heard from a friend, she said they were a very popular company?)

"Oh. Oui, ils sont très populaires. Ils font presque everthing que nous utilisons. Mais pourquoi avez-vous besoin de connaître l'emplacement?" she replied, sounding slightly less menacing. (Translation: Oh. Yes, they are very popular. They make almost everything we use. But why do you need to know the location?)

"Je voulais faire quelques recherches à ce sujet. Nous travaillons sur l'économie à l'école, et il serait vraiment aider ma note si je pouvais écrire un rapport sur l'une des plus grandes entreprises dans le monde," I replied. Or, in other words, I wanted to attack it, and the voice in my head told me to ask you, because apparently Itex isn't marked on Google Maps.(Translation: I wanted to do some research on this. We work on the economy at school, and it would really help my grade if I could write a report on one of the largest companies in the world.)

"Oh, d'accord. Eh bien, il est situé juste au sud d'ici, dans une sorte de section fermée de la France. Je ne sais pas l'endroit exact, toutefois." (Translation: Oh, okay. Well, it is located just south of here, in a sort of closed section of France. I do not know the exact location, however.)

Merci beaucoup! Cela va vraiment aider à ma recherche! (Translation: Thank you! This will really help my research!)

I walked away from the desk, wishing the voice had just told me that in the first place. Or, better yet, I could of just figured it out on my own.

I know I have some explaining to do. I'll start with said explaining right now.

Okay, so we were four months into the mission. I was on only my third School, however, because it took a lot of work to get one down. And those had been the small ones.

Also, I know what you're thinking: how does someone not recognize the infamous bird-girl? Well, since I last talked to you, the CSM arranged some serious make over's for us all. I got most of my hair chopped off. The stuff that was still there was dark, dark brown. They had put in these special contacts that would keep my eyes their chosen color-green-for about eight months. My face had been simple to fix-a little work and I was a new woman. (No, the work wasn't permanent. It, too, would wear off in about eight months.)

My first two School's were still gone, no sign of a reappearance yet. I had been keeping up with the world news, although I wasn't supposed to, and had seen that my fellow Flock mates were doing pretty well so far, too.

I went to my room in the hotel and shut the door, sitting down on the bed and opening my CSM-provided laptop. Upon logging onto my CSM-set up email account (that was completely untraceable), I emailed the head of directors telling them my plan. I had to get it approved before doing anything. I knew they would approve it, though; they hadn't turned down a plan yet. And, if I do say so myself, it was a damn good one.

Knowing that I would have to leave this location the second I was done destroying that School, and knowing that would be soon, I threw my bag on the bed and began throwing my possessions into it. I didn't have many, just the laptop and its cord, two changes of clothes, my money supplies and the only personal thing I had managed to sneak with me: a picture of the Flock. Call me sentimental, but I needed something to remind me of the better times in case the worst happened. Which it always seems to, in our lives.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, I realized the CSM should of replied by now. I checked my email again, and realized it had been approved. I would strike at midnight tonight.

My plan was to get there just as they were switching shifts and basically shoot up the place. Yeah, they had give me a gun. I guess they had decided I had no other weapons of mass destruction besides my wit, and therefore I should be protected with a firearm. (Don't tell them, but this would be the first time I'd actually be using it for an attack. The last times I had just used a bomb.)

I took a quick nap before I left, because you need sleep if you're going to kill people. Just a heads up.

Around ten, I left the hotel, hid my stuff, and searched for the School.

Around eleven, I found it.

At midnight, I struck.

Author's Note: Okay! SO! Yeah! Next chapter is Fang POV. :D

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