Hey everyone! Sorry I didn't write for two weeks, but I had to go to a conference, and then a rally, and then suffered writing block, and then someone stole my computer for a while. No, not really stealing, I mean sibling rivalry type stealing. Point is- I have no point. But sorry for the wait, and sorry that this chapter isn't actually good enough to wait for, but you guys will JUST HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT.

Thanks a bunch to everyone who reviewed, and everyone who just even read this story. It means so much to me that there are people out there who appreciate my writing.

This chapter may seem a little random, but I had to write it to fill in the gaps before I get up to the exciting and actually interesting parts. Now that I've gotten this part down, I should be able to write easier so they come up faster, and then we'll get into the whole kidnapping Max part. Did I say kidnapping Max? I mean, Max goes to buy ice cream. Yeah.

Disclaimer; Oh, no, there is no ownership to be found here.

The movie ended around three thirty. It hadn't been extraordinarily interesting, in my opinion, and it seemed the others didn't think so either.
"That was completely inaccurate," Bex said the moment we stepped out onto the pavement.
"Totally agree," JJ said. She had tagged along with me and Cammie & Co, along with that guy I keep forgetting the name of, Grant, and Jonny. I mean, Jonas. Yeah. "It looked like they were a bunch of toddlers having a fist fight. Choreographed, yes, cool looking, yes- ish-, realistic? Not so much."
"Mmhmm," Liz agreed. I looked over at her; she was texting on a purple phone. Where did she get a phone?
"Hey, where'd Cam and Zach go?" Macey asked. Oh, so that was his name. Whoops.

"I'm not sure, but I saw Cammie leave halfway through, " Liz said, looking up.

"Yeah, no one sees Zach go anywhere," Grant says, "He's like a ninja! Only, not."

"Sure" I said.

"Well, we have half an hour before we have to get back to the bus, so where do you all want to go?" JJ asked, looking at her watch. A watch that I was almost positive held a self destruct button with enough power to blow your socks off, among other things. Arms, legs, head, fingernails, etc.

"We're heading in early," Jonas said, indicating himself and Grant. "We'll see you all at dinner, maybe." JJ nodded, they started walking off, and Liz and Bex waved. I almost went back with them, but didn't. For some reason, I don't like Grant, Jonas, and Zebra that much. I mean, Zach. It's just for some reason that I can't quite put my finger on, nothing personal. Actually, yeah, it probably is. They just had this sly look about them. I don't know, maybe I just wasn't the trusting type; actually, I really didn't trust anyone here. Maybe I was just the paranoid type. That sounds correct.

"So where do you want to go?" I just wanted to go back to my silent room, and bite my nails. Why? Because, before meeting up for the movies, I spent an hour looking for my flock that was supposed to be just sitting on a bench in the square. That was what we had planned. And they weren't there. They weren't anywhere. Where were they? There had to have been something wrong, but not serious. Or Jeb would've sent someone to tell me. Unless, it was so bad they had Jeb. Unless it was so bad all communicating devices had been closed to everyone who knew about what had happened. Or it might have been so bad, everyone had gotten there tongue chopped out, so they could never tell what had happened.

I am so overreacting. But still, I was nervous.

The five of us started walking slowly toward the park, every now and then walking into a store for no reason; 'no reason' especially for me, since I had no money. Thanks, Jeb. In one of the stores we walked in, there were some boys lounging around by the counter, though there was no one there. They were all laughing at something, but when we walked in, they all stopped and glared.

"It's the Gallagher Girls," I heard one of then sneer to another.

"Excuse me?" Macey hissed. "Do I know you?"

"Of course not," He said. "But go on, walk around, do what you came in here for. You could possibly own this place." Macey glared at him, and Bex narrowed her eyes.

"Macey," Liz hissed, staring at the dude. "It's not worth a fight. Let's go."

"What did you say, your highness?" This was new. Why was there a whole bunch of weirdoes looking for a fight? What was their problem? I voiced my question aloud.

"What's your problem?" The guy who was talking to Mace held up his hands in retreat.

"I never said I had a problem. Of course I don't have a problem. No one would ever have a problem with you," a few of the other boys chuckled. This is the last thing I needed, something else to make me angry. I was going to blow my whole Gallagher-Academy-School-For-Rich-People-Attendee disguise if this guy said another word. My nerves were already on edge.

"Obviously, you do," Bex said absentmindedly, looking at something on a rack, but there was also warning in her voice.

"Split it out," Liz said.

"Or what, blonde? You'll throw something? You'll call your daddy? There's nothing you can-" I sighed audibly, and he looked at me. "What?"

"Just close your fat face, or I'll do it for you. We're leaving," I said. I could feel a headache coming on. (No, not a mind explosion one, just a daily-spy-life one.) I grabbed JJ's arm, and turned us around.

"Oh really? Aren't you too afraid of breaking a nail?" I froze.

"Excuse me?" I said, turning back, and looking him right in the face. "What. Did. You. Say." I punctuated each word with a hard poke.

"You wouldn't, you're too afraid of breaking a nail," He sneered, repeating himself.

"Max, its okay, leave hi-"I. Hate. Bullies.

Wham!

And my fist came into contact with his face.

The blow knocked his head against the wall, and he held his broken, bloody nose, moaning in pain. The other guys looked at him, then at me, then at him. Humans were such eggshells.

"Whoops. Not sorry." And I turned and stalked out of the room. I heard Bex say something that sounded a lot like, deserved that, and they all walked out after me.

"Max!" Liz said, walking up next to me.

"What?" I asked, as if I had no idea what she was talking about.

"You could have completely blown our cover!" This girl was all about the rules.

"Liz, there are actually some people in the world who are not spies who can throw a punch," I said, as if explaining that one plus one was two. Especially bird kids. Bex gave me a high-five, and Liz glared at her.

"You still shouldn't have done that," she grumbled, and I rolled my eyes.

"That's how Max rolls," I said. That punching thing was a great reliever of stress. That should be part of therapy; actually, I believe there is therapy for people to stop using violence as a form of therapy. Whatever.

"I think I have seen that guy somewhere else," Mace muttered.

"It's a small town," Bex said, and Macey shrugged.

"Still going to the park?" I asked.

"Why not?" and so, we walked to the park. There really wasn't very much to do. Bex and I walked over to the two empty swings, while Liz and Macey stayed sitting on a bench. I really didn't have the energy to actually try getting the seat swinging; it was just a cheap knockoff of flying. I leaned back, looking at the sky. How I wished I could bust out my wings and go search the country for my flock. Gosh, caring about people is sometimes extremely aggravating. Extremely.

"You ever been in a jet pack, Max?" Bex asked, also looking up at the sky. I sort of half smiled. Why would I need a jet pack?

"Nah."

"I used one once. It was a like flying."

"I bet it was." Nothing could compare to really flying, with wings. But that was the closest someone like her could come to the real thing, so I humored her.

"You know, there's like nothing underneath you, and nothing above, and you just move around with nothing anywhere to stop you. And you can just look at people down below, and they are all stuck on the ground. It's great." I chuckled.

"Don't I know it," I murmured. All this talk of flying is making my wings hurt!

"What?" She looked at me, surprised.

"Er, nothing."

When we got back, and for the first time since getting here, I barely ate anything. Ev asked what was wrong with me (She had headed off in another direction with Katy and someone else when we got to Roseville), but I didn't bother explaining my excuse. I trudged up the stairs alone, slowly opened the door to my suite, closed it behind me, and dropping my bag on the floor next to the other few things I had left out. I sighed. There was a sound, and I looked up. And jumped out of my skin, and then died of a heart attack. No, I didn't really die, but you get the point.

"What the-what are you- how did you get in here?" Fang was sitting on a bean bag, reading Harry Potter. He looked up.

"Hey Max." I threw my shoe at him.

"You scared me!" I stared at him. Then I realized; Fang was in my room. How the ... How did he get in here without being seen by the uber- ultra-awesome spy quality surveillance cameras? And why was he here?

"Would you have been happier if I had jumped out of the closet?" He asked. I gave an aggravated sigh, walked over and sank onto my bed. He smirked. People. Named. Fang. Irritate. Me. Oh yeah, why is Fang in my room, again? "How's school going for you?" He asked.

"People think I'm a spy from Switzerland." We both snorted.

"How's the flock?" He frowned. What had happened? "Why didn't you guys come see me today in Roseville." He scratched his eyebrow.

"So, you going to tell me why you are here?" I said.

"In a moment."

"You annoy me." He flipped a page in his book. That right there is Fang, giving one of his famous reactions; doing nothing. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, they are world famous and highly discussed by the greatest philosophers of the day, even though almost every response of his life was punctuated with this popular choice. I waited for a moment.

"How'd you get in here?" I asked, genuinely curious. He looked up.

"I moved really fast, Max, really fast."

"What are you doing here?" He bit his lip. "Do tell." I waited a moment, then he placed a bookmark in the book, and put it down.

"You'll flip out," he mumbled.

"And why is that?" And then he finally spilled the beans.

And yes, I did flip out.

First things first, Fang was here to help me on my mission. This had been planned since last week, and Angel had made Dr. Steve think that he was waiting for another pupil to arrive that had had to go on a mission right at the time they were leaving, so he would meet them here. This made me annoyed at Jeb, because he didn't think I could do it alone, but I'm sort of glad Fang was here.

Secondly, the file was for some big trouble Jeb had gotten into trouble with a big bad group called the Circle of Cavan, and when I had agreed to the mission, I did not know it, but I was becoming part of this trouble. That made me mad at Jeb.

And then the flock became even more involved with the Circle last night when -and this is where I started flipping out- they kidnapped Angel, Gazzy, Nudge, and Iggy to hold for ransom for this file thing. And if they didn't get it, they would keep the flockees as Jeb's payment. Now I was furious.

"Its bad," Fang admitted when he was done.

"Why didn't Jeb tell me about this 'Circle' thing? Why did he involve us in this mess in the first place!" I had begun pacing a while ago, and now flopped on my back on my bed next to Fang, and puffed out some air before sitting back up. "So, we go rescue them." And I had a plan.

"No." Fang said. I stared at him, raising an eyebrow. "Jeb said that the only way possible for us to get them back is to get the file. That's why he wanted to hurry up the search and sent me. I was getting ready on Friday; I was out when they came to get the others." I suddenly felt guilty that I hadn't even tried getting into Sublevel 2.

"We can't just sit here on our butts and wait! No way, I'm going to go save my flock." I stood up again.

"Jeb said even you won't win. They are trained, they have weapons. C'mon, Max. We can't go." He said firmly. I sighed.

"How am I supposed to concentrate on anything when all I can think about is what they are doing to Nudge, or Angel, or Gazzy..."

"That's why we hurry," Fang said, matter-o-fact-ly. I looked at him.

"You don't even know what this place is like. The entire wing where the entrance is is wired with defense mechanisms, and we don't have clearance to get down there, which will makes it even more impossible to get into their files, which is practically concealed behind a lead wall. Do you even realize how much-"

"Stop panicking." I looked over at him.

"There is a lot to panic about," I pointed out angrily. I wanted to yell at him that it was his entire fault, and that he shouldn't have left the flock alone with a blind guy in charge, that he should have been there to protect them because I was stuck here, in a stupid spy school, where most of us didn't know what the world reality meant.

This whole day was just a huge steep downward slope to rock bottom.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked, returning to our aforementioned subject.

"Let's do some surveillance, tonight. I'll meet you in the Hall of History at one," he said, and I nodded, and he walked out the door.

"See ya," I said, waving.

"Yep."

Really sorry that its not perfect quality, but if you guys want to complain, go read a different story. However, constructive criticism is very much appreciated! :)

Moving on. Two months and some weeks till its summer! Yay! That went by fast.

Once again, i luv u, people who read this story!

Review please! Pretty please! YES IM TALKING TO YOU!