A/N: Nothing to say...yet again.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

That crazy POV:

In the morning Fang was awake first, as usual. He got bored with his blog, and so he picked up his Nerf gun and crept silently across the tree branches to where Max was sleeping. This would be fun. He loaded the gun, and then was shot in the back. He didn't cry out, it was a survival instinct. Instead he jumped in the air and extended his wings to fly into an upper branch of a nearby oak tree. He looked down. Iggy was below, loading his gun again. Damn him, he'd ruined Fang's ambush! Fang shot down at him, and after Flock War II last night as, he'd come to think of it, he'd acquired perfect aim. The dart hit Iggy's cheek. Well, Iggy wasn't going to take that. He jumped up and climbed up the tree towards Fang. Miraculously, he didn't wake the others. Iggy shot at Fang, but Fang was in the air. He'd jumped up and was now hovering above Iggy. Fang shot down on him. Another hit, this time on Iggy's arm. Fang chuckled. That blind pyrotechnic had nothing on him. Iggy flew upwards, and then he and Fang engaged in a silent battle. Iggy shot at him, and Fang shot back. Fang now had three darts lining up and down his new, yet already dirty leather jacket. He loaded them into his gun. Iggy was doing the same, but Fang was quicker. He shot Iggy, and now Iggy had a dart stuck to his forehead. Iggy just smiled mischievously.

"Now!"

Fang was peppered with darts from behind. He immediately turned around and shot his attackers, who turned out to be the Flock. "Wha-" he began, but then he just laughed.

After the aerial fight – Fang now referred to it as Flock War III, Flock War I was when they first split up, Flock War II was the night before – they went to the Walmart again. They ate breakfast, then went and bought some food for the road. Nudge convinced Max to buy a small frying pan, claiming that there were all kinds of things Iggy could cook if they had one. It, of course, ended up in Fang's backpack. Like he need anything more to carry. With all that taken care of, they launched themselves into the sky. They flew south for a while, swooping above the world, looking down on all of the poor people down below, who had never known the joy of flying without any equipment. Just wings. Fang felt guilty, as if he didn't deserve the joy of it all. What had he accomplished in his life? Nothing. Sure, he'd escaped from a bunch of mad scientists, but really, other than that, he'd done nothing.

By the end of the day, they'd reached Florida, and Iggy now had a suspicious lump in his backpack. Another bomb. Great. He thought he better tell Max, then figured that the bomb could come in pretty darn useful in a fight, so he bit his tongue. They found another forest, and started to set up camp. It was usually Fang's job to collect fire wood, and he set down his backpack and started scrounging around the forest for some wood. The wood should be dry, and not rotting. Sometimes Fang found firewood quickly, and others not. Tonight was one of those nights. He had managed to find two pieces of usable wood, but that wasn't nearly enough, and Iggy was getting frustrated with the lack of wood to burn. "No more firewood yet, Fang?" Iggy called from the campsite.

"No."

"Well hurry up," Iggy said, getting impatient.

Fang sighed and bent down to search throw the forest floor. He managed to find enough firewood, but it took him another fifteen minutes.

That night they had a dinner of eggs, and Nudge was right, Iggy could work wonders with a few eggs, a frying pan, and an open fire. There were no suitable trees for sleeping in, so they laid down on the ground. Fang had first watch again. He logged onto his blog, and made a new post.

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We're in a forest, somewhere on the east coast. We've had some fun lately, and, surprisingly, we haven't been chased by Flyboys, which, let me tell you, is a huge relief.

Here's a quick recap of what we've done in the last few days:

Sleeping in trees. (Always fun.)

Eating fast food. (Anyone want a heart-attack on a bun?)

New clothes. (Yeah, mine are black.)

Hanging around at Walmart. (I almost felt normal!)

Epic Nerf gun battles. (Flock Wars II and III.)

Eating scrambled eggs. (Made by Iggy, of course.)

And, of course, chasing a delusional pyscho who wants to kill us. (All in a day's work.

Well, I think that last one needs an explanation. I got a link from one of you readers out there with a name of someone who says they own us. We're chasing after him now, 'cause Max had this brilliant idea of finding them before they found us, now that we got some info on what they were gonna do. So, instead of kicking back, we're running straight back into troubble. Well, Iggy's telling me my watch is over, so I gotta go.

Remember: Stay in school, eat your vegetables, don't do drugs, and don't let mad scientists abduct you.

-Fang

Fang closed his eyes, and drifted off into a light sleep.

A/N: Okay! Sorry for the short chapter, but I'm working on another, so not to worry! R&R even for a short chapter?