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OH MY PANCACKES! SCHOOL ENDS IN 3 DAYS! FINALLY! I'LL BE IN HIGH SCHOOL NEXT YEAR! Excuse my outburst there.
Vhy sank you for ze reviews! CHAPTER DEDICATIN GOES TO…(this is at the end...because it might ruin it if I told you now…)
And some people wanted to know if Gazzy was gonna show up anytime soon, well, yeah, he will eventually, don't worry :)
Ok, so most of the story is going to be in FANG POV if you haven't noticed, but Max Pov is in there plenty of times. Some people wanted Max for this chapter. So the POV's are half and half, ok? Good?
MAX POV
What in the name of hell?
Whoa, let's back track for a second.
1)I'm chained to a wall
2)Angel and Nudge are also chained to a wall
3)I'm accused of indirect murder
4)They ask me to join the FBI
This is one of those 'WTF?' moments. Right, so they force me at gun point (literally) into a jail cell with my two friends, then they ask me to join them?
Can I say bipolar much?
"We'll give you time to think about it," Said the Gates dude, and he walked out with the rest of them.
Silence.
"Well, that was completely unexpected," Nudge said.
"Naw really?" I snorted.
"What are we going to do? We probably don't have a chance of escape, because you know, they'll kill you Max."
"How reassuring," I mumbled.
"We don't have much choice, do we?" Angel said, thinking. "Well you know what they say, if you can't beat them, join them."
I rolled my eyes, "And if you can't join them blackmail them." Oh, you know what? That's not such a bad idea…
"And if you can't blackmail them, kill them!" Nudge said happily.
"And if you can't kill them, you're screwed." I finished, but by this time we were all smiling.
"I don't want you guys to end up in foster homes…not after, you know, before," I said quietly. I hated bring the subject up, it made them both closed off and retreat into themselves.
See, I found Nudge and Angel a couple years ago. They were runaways too. From foster homes. They were orphans before and they've been to multiple foster homes. The last one they were at had an abusive mother. Nudge and Angel still have scars from where she hit them…
And I am so freaking not going to send them back.
"I don't want to go back," Angel said so quietly I'm not sure I even heard her. It was rare that either of them ever showed fear, they were tougher than Chuck Norris on a good day.
I sighed. "Well find a way out, just, play along, ok? Wait, no, don't talk, let me do this, and I'm specifically aiming this at you Nudge." They nodded their heads, not really sure what I was going at. I wasn't sure what I was going at.
Well, I guess it's time for my world famous improvising.
I called them back in. I was not risking banging my head against the wall. After all I've been through, I don't want to become mentally challenged all of a sudden.
The two officers, Hall and Gates, I think, were in front. Behind them were Fang and the blind kid (I still don't know his name).
"So Maxine, have you made up your mind?" Hall asked, smirking (Maxine? MAXINE?). If I were in his shoes I would smirk too, he wins either way.
Crap. Well this sucks.
"First of all, it's Max, thank you very much. Maxine is to…proper for me," I said matter-of-factly.
"Well hurry up and tell us your answer!" Hall said, exasperated.
"You're stalling little Maxi. Now, if you don't mind hurrying up, my lunch is getting cold," the blind guy said. What's up with all the pet names?
I didn't even glance at him, "I wouldn't be talking blind guy, and you're the one who's never even seen your own lunch."
That shut him up.
"Well?" Fang asked. It was fun messing with these guys, they get mad easily.
I took a deep breath, and it seemed like everyone in the room leaned closer, as if they might miss my answer.
"Can you loosen these chains and turn around for a second? I really have to pee, and that corner right there looks extremely convenient…," I kept a straight face the whole time. Nudge and Angel giggled.
Everyone gave me forced smiles. Ah, the effect I have on people.
"Maximum, I'd like you to meet Bruno. Bruno, Maximum." Gates gestured towards the door and out came a walking building.
Now Bruno here, was the largest man I've ever seen. And that's saying something!
I couldn't help but notice that Bruno was a dog name. I held in my laugh.
"Hello Maxine. Did you know it's not illegal to tase little uncooperative girls?" he idly twirled a taser between his humongous meaty fingers.
I scanned him over If maybe he didn't have a taser…I could knock him down, like that's going to do much with a guy like that…
"Why no, Bruno, I did not, but thank you for that piece of information," I said coolly, as if we were drinking coffee at Star Bucks.
Truth be told, even I didn't know my answer. Should I say yes? Or should I say no?
Bruno's fist slammed into the wall beside my head and I jumped a little. Ok, I didn't even know it was possible for a man of his mass to move that fast.
Like, whoa. Now would be a good time for the forces of the world to apply the laws of physics.
"This is fun," he commented, chuckling. I saw Fang try to smother his laughter unsuccessfully. I shot him an ice covered glare.
Nudge and Angel just hung there, casually chained to the wall, as if they do this every day.
I turned my head back to Hall and Gates. I nodded my head at Bruno. "I like him."
"Too bad I don't like you," Bruno said, lifting his eyebrows and aiming the taser at me.
"Whoa there big fella! Ok, ok, I've got my answer."
"Thank the Lord!" Hall yelled.
I took a deep breath.
Was this my final answer?
Well I didn't have much of a freaking choice did I?
"Sure, why not? I'll join. This could be fun."
FANG POV
Could this situation get any worse?
Probably not.
Ok, I did not see that one coming, I really didn't, and neither did Iggy apparently, since he was frozen.
Max faced me and said, "We're going to be great friends!"
I almost peed myself right then and there. What if she strangles me at night? Total possibility.
Oh geez.
"Really? Just like that? You're joining?" Officer Hall said, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Do I really have a choice?" Max snapped.
"No, I guess not," he shrugged.
"So Max, we'll get you a place to stay, presumably a police station, with your uh, friends. There, we'll have Fang and Iggy help you train for your position."
Wait, I'm going to train Max? With Iggy?
Just reread that for a second.
I have a feeling this really, really, isn't going to end well.
"Wait, if I'm going to be trained, let me train with a professional! Not those douche bags standing behind you!" Max scoffed.
"Hey! I'll have you know that I am not a douche bag!" Iggy crossed his arms.
"Uh Iggy? If you look up the dictionary meaning, then yeah, you totally are a douche bag,"
I said matter-of-factly.
Max grinned wickedly my way, "Glad to know someone here is smart enough to figure that out."
I noticed the way her teeth gleamed in her smile, or the way her messy hair surrounded her face…
Dang, even when she was messed up she was, er, attractive…
Oh, my thoughts are making me feel extremely awkward.
Stupid testosterone.
Hall and Gates were whispering to each other quietly, so that no one could hear.
"So…what do you think about all this?" I whispered to Iggy, keeping my voice low. Max was watching everyone critically.
"I think, that this is going to be one of our funnest (that's not a real word, by the way) assignments yet," Iggy smirked.
"And why do you say that?"
"Dude, were teaching some badass chick to become an undercover FBI agent. That's almost as fun as blowing up federal buildings."
Blowing up federal buildings was very fun, if I do say so myself. See, one time, we were at the Pentagon…let's just say that Iggy had one of his inventions in his pocket and it went hay wire.
Poor kid still has the scars, and so do the secret service men.
"I guess, I'm just afraid that she's going to murder us or something, the girl is an open time bomb," I looked back at Max, to see her whispering to the dark skinned girl.
"Knowing Max, she's going to do a helluva lot worse than just murder," he answered.
Damn, he was right.
"Ok! We've decided on a couple of things," announced Officer Gates.
"First off, we're sending you all back to Arizona. Oh, and Hall just called your mom Iggy, Gazzy's coming for a visit. Secondly, Fang, Iggy, you guys are off the hook of Riley Jones' case. We'll take care of him. You're priority is Max."
"Hello? I'm still here thank you very much. And I'm no one's priority, just warning you if you want to keep all your limbs functional," Max wiggled a little in her chains.
That girl really knew how to make a person pee themselves.
Officer Hall walked over to Max and unlocked her chains.
"Those are extremely uncomfortable," she rubbed her wrists, which had some skin peeling off of them from the shackles.
He preceded with the other two girls.
Max sighed, "I might as well introduce everyone. Um, dudes, this is Angel," she pointed to the girl with the blonde hair, "and that's Nudge," she pointed to the mocha colored one.
"I'm Iggy, and that's Fang," Iggy pointed us out.
"Are you blind?" Angel asked abruptly.
"You didn't have to be so forward about it!" Iggy faked tears. His dad gave him a disgusted look and turned back to the girls.
"Now, we'd like to know your stories. You can either tell me, or Officer Gates."
"Uh, I pick Gates."
She hurried off with Angel and Nudge behind her. Gates led her into a room and started questioning her.
I really wanted to know their story…maybe Max will tell me later.
Yeah I totally doubt that.
We left the cell and walked to the main lobby of the building. Iggy's dad sighed and slipped into a seat. I sat across from him with Iggy next to me.
"Are we going back to the same area we were in before?" I asked. I was only at school for like one day, and what has it been? Almost a week and a half?
"Yeah, because it's closer to Jones' last sighting…where the girl was murdered."
I closed my eyes. How can people out there live with themselves? Killing innocent little girls. Ugh, it's so disgusting.
But I think that's why I like being an FBI agent, I get to stop those sickos from causing people harm.
Finally, Max and her friends came back and we were ready to go. They washed up and were wearing new clothes.
"Ok, we're going to take a plane back to Arizona, we should go to the airport right now," Officer Hall led us out the door, and no one said anything, everyone lost in their own thoughts.
We boarded the plane. The two officers took the two seats on the right end of the plane, while us five sat in the middle seats.
Max chose the middle, so I sat on her left, and Iggy sat on her right, with Angel next to him.
"Nothing like a relaxing flight on a giant chunk of metal," I knew Iggy was trying to start a conversation. Everyone one was really quiet, except for Nudge, She ranted on about everything.
You think I'm kidding? Just wait till you hear her give a lecture on revolving doors.
Longest 17 minutes of my life.
"Wow, I've never been on a plane," Angel murmured. Hmm I wonder why?
"OMG I know! This is so cool! Don't you think, Max?" Nudge squealed. You know? I wonder what it would sound like if a guy squealed. Oh man, I just had this random image of Iggy squealing. Oh God, that was just plain awkward.
"Ok, Sir Emo Dork, and Blind Strawberry Kid, you get on my nerves, you try to get on my nerves, you think about getting on my nerves, you're both history, got it?" Max was looking from me to Iggy and back.
"Huh, think I'll end up in a textbook?" Iggy asked, smirking. Max rolled her eyes, knowing it was wasted but not caring.
"Ready to train? Let me just tell you, it's a lot of work, so don't feel bad if you can't meet the requirements the first time," I said to Max, who just laughed.
"We'll see about that."
Angel and Nudge fell asleep soon, and I saw that Max was getting sleepy too, her eyelids kept shutting only to flutter open again.
"Tired?" I asked.
She just glanced at me, not answering.
"Well Maxie, I have this here nice, comfy shoulder…" Iggy patted his shoulder nearest Max. She looked back at him, and then spit on his shoulder. Was Iggy hitting on her? When will he ever learn...
"Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" I was smirking at Iggy's face, which was screwed in disgust.
"So not cool Max," he took my jacket and wiped the spit off.
"Dude! (Ok, I admit, I should refrain from saying 'dude' it doesn't go with my whole dark, silent, guy theme)I have to wear that!" I snatched my jacket back.
"Yeah well, now it has Max saliva on it."
Max was looking at us with an amused expression, then she went back to just staring at the T.V. which was showing Rush Hour 2.
I glanced at her once more, then turned and closed my eyes.
We arrived in Arizona a couple hours later. I grabbed my one bag, so did Iggy. Max took hold of Angel and Nudge's hand. Huh, maybe her heart isn't all stone.
Outside the airport, a cab was waiting for us to drive us back to the police station.
On the way, Officer Hall started talking. "Max, Nudge, you guys are going to go to school with Fang and Iggy. Angel will be at the junior high next to the high school."
"School? You've got to be joking," she scoffed, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"School? Cool! Are we going to learn stuff? I hear that they have little fountains where you can drink water! And clean bathrooms! OH! I bet there's also lots of hot-"
This time, it was me who shut her up.
"Look Nudge, I swear my ears were just about to grow some legs and walk off, shut your trap."
Max lunged at me, and I was so shocked I slammed into the door.
"Don't. Touch. Her." She growled, while Officer Gates tried to get things under control.
Poor cab driver.
"Someone's a bit over protective," Iggy commented.
"Guys! We're almost at the station; keep it together just until we get there. I see you guy aren't exactly fond of each other."
Naw fudge Sherlock I thought dryly.
There was so much tension in the car that if I were to take out a pistol and shoot it, it would cut through the air.
Look, that was almost poetry.
Aren't you proud of me?
About 10 minutes later we all clambered out of the cab. The cabbie took the money a little too quickly and raced off.
I didn't blame him.
"So are we going to live here? Sweet! One time, we ended sleeping right on top of the sewer! It was so gross! I swear my nostrils were on fire, I mean that's-"
"Yeah Nudge, ok, we get it," Max had her hand clamped over Nudge's mouth.
"Well, you guys are welcome to stay at a foster care…"
"It's perfect," Max said quickly.
"Great, you three will sleep in the attic and Fang, you can stay at my house with Iggy, or you could take the storage closet."
Right, of course, I get the closet, or Iggy.
You know, I'm not sure which one is worse.
"Yeah, I'll let you know when I decide," I finally said.
"I feel offended," Iggy stated. Nudge and Angel snickered.
We proceeded into the building, "Guys, take Max to the gym and show her what she has to do every day and the requirements. Nudge and Angel, we'll set up your room. Officer Hall is taking care of Riley Jones's case, if any of you are wondering." Gates took Angel and Nudge and took them away.
"So it's off to the gym!" Iggy raced out of the building, and jumped into my car, we then zipped off to the gym.
Surprisingly, no one said anything during the short ride, even Iggy. We climbed out the car and into the building.
Inside were lots of old men and women running at 2 miles per hour speed and what not.
Max crinkled her nose, "Smells like sweat in here."
"I wonder why?" I said sarcastically, earning myself a glare.
We paid our way through, and entered the weight room.
"Alright, let's get started," Iggy clapped.
"Let's start with the bench press," I suggested. Iggy nodded and felt his way to the equipment. Some old dudes were giving us weird looks…
"Ok, so to become an undercover FBI agent, you need to pass a fitness test. You have to be able to bench press at least half of your body weight 20 times, although you can go over."
Max nodded and I showed her an example.
"Well Iggy, you're my little guinea pig for today," I smiled evilly.
"As long as I get my nuts in the end, it's all good," I rolled my eyes at his comment.
"Iggy weighs about 140 pounds, so he needs to bench press at least 70," I put the weights on the bar; actually putting 100, since he can bench press all of that.
Yeah, he was strong like that.
"Yeah, I can do the math, thank you very much," Max said, slightly offended.
She watched as Iggy lifted the weights, his arm muscles shifting with each motion.
He did 43 before tiring and stopping.
"Next up, Sir Fangith," he handed me the bar and stuck 10 more pounds of weight on. I weigh around 150, just so you know.
Heck yeah, I was strong like that!
Max also watched me do my 50 reps.
"Impressive, no?" I said, wiping my brow.
"Sure," she sounded uninterested.
"Your turn little Maxie," Iggy sang.
"Call me Maxie one more time, and I'll make sure no one ever finds your body," she threatened.
"Ah, ah ,ah Maxie, no hurting cops! You can get punished," he shook his finger at her, as if she were a small child.
She grumbled something and sat on the bench, about to lie down.
"Wait, how much do you weigh?" I asked.
"Uhh, I dunno," she shrugged.
"You, don't know?" Iggy snickered, not bothering to muffle his laughs.
"Yeah Iggy, they don't exactly have scales lying around on the street, although you can go and look if you wish."
"Here," I pointed to the corner of the room, "there's a scale right there."
She sighed and walked over to it. She got up on it, and then shifted slightly. Doesn't she know that will affect your weight? The scales were extremely sensitive.
She lightly started to jump on it, then she grumbled and kicked it.
Well, I better get over there before she slaughters the scale.
I tapped Iggy's arm and he followed me over to Max.
"Problem?" I asked, watching her face, her brow creasing in concentration.
"It's broken," she said bluntly.
I kneeled down and examined it, while she stepped off. I didn't see anything wrong…
And then I laughed, really loudly.
Which earned me a bruise on my chin, courtesy of Max's foot.
"It's…not…broken!" I gasped between fits of laughter. Iggy looked confused but then he understood and started roaring with me.
Nearly everyone in the weight room was staring at us, but I didn't care.
Max's face was a deep red, from anger or embarrassment, I don't know.
"Why the heck are you guys laughing?" she snarled.
"Oh ok, so, have you ever even seen one of these?" Iggy asked.
"Of course I have…" she drifted off.
"In a discarded magazine," she mumbled under her breath.
Which caused another wave of laughter. I can't remember laughing so much in my life.
Which earned me a sprained nose, and Iggy a painfully throbbing crotch.
"Jerks," she muttered, I knew that if she wasn't only a hair away from being imprisoned, she probably would have shoved that scale down our throats.
Iggy was doubled over, "Damn Max! You didn't have to kick me there!"
"I'm going to bandage this up before I die from lack of oxygen," I ran off to the bathroom, some blood dripping from my nose.
Iggy stayed with Max, keeping a safe distance away (a wise choice on his part) while I bandaged my nose.
When I came back, all she said was, "You look like a zebra."
How's that for an apology? It's probably the closest she'll ever get.
"Ok, I'll show you how to work the scale, if you promise not to break anymore of my bones," I said seriously.
"Whatever," she got back up and followed me, Iggy stayed sitting on the bench, listening to his surroundings, with his legs crossed (all you guys out there know why…)
"See, technology nowadays, has something called on buttons," I emphasized, holding back a chuckle.
"Can you hurry up?" she said, irritated.
I got it set up for her and she stepped on the square.
"129," it read. She had a pretty heavy weight; she didn't look much over 100.
She nodded and Iggy got off the bench so she could lie down.
"We'll start you with 50 pounds, which is this bar here," she nodded once again and I gave her the bar.
She easily did 100 reps, no sweat.
"Put more, that was like, nothing." I was impressed, not many girls can even lift 50, let alone do 100 bench presses with it.
I added 15 more pounds.
Iggy whistled, "Nice, if you can do 20 of these, then you'll pass."
She rested a bit and stretched her arm muscles. She was wearing a long sleeved Champion shirt with some jeans.
She lay back down on the bench and I stood over her head. I put the bar in her hands, making sure she could hold it, before letting go.
She did 10, 20, 50. She kept going. She did 70 before stopping. I caught the bar before she could hurt herself.
"Impressive," I cocked my eyebrow, looking at her. Her breathing was slightly labored, but not by much.
"You can do more though, with heavier weights. Your BPM isn't nearly as high as it can go," Iggy nodded in approval. That was the smartest thing he's said all day. And that's not just because he abbreviated Beats Per Minute.
"How do you know?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.
"I can hear you breathing, and practically your heart pounding," he shrugged.
She turned to me, raising her eyebrows.
"He has a highly developed sense of hearing, comes from being blind, apparently."
She nodded in understanding.
"Ok, give me 100 pounds; I think I can do it." I repeated the same steps as before, only with heavier weights.
She did 45 reps, and her arms were slightly wobbling, but she was determined to continue.
She ignored her tired muscles and did another, 46.
"You can do it!" Iggy pumped his fist, he knew it since I was counting out loud.
"47…" her cheeks were puffed out and her breathing coming in short gasps. But she held steady. I posited my hands under the bar, in case she dropped it.
"50!" she let go of the bar, and I caught it.
"Aww Maxie! Now you're making me feel like a wimp! That's not cool!"
I then realized that Max had just done more reps than Iggy!
"Oh my God, Iggy, if I were you I'd die of embarrassment," I said, actual sincerity in my voice.
"How can a girl be stronger than me?" he wailed, pacing.
"Um, excuse me little sexist piglet, girls are totally capable of being stronger than guys," Max pointed to herself, "Living proof."
"It won't be living for long…" he murmured.
"You wanna bet?" she challenged.
"Ok, guys, let's just head back to the station for today."
Iggy grumbled something and Max chuckled, "Nothing like a jealous sexist blind kid!"
Iggy ended up trying to trip her, but lo ho, fate was just not working for him today, because Max pushed him on the way down the stairs, and he flipped over the railing, landing right in between his legs. Hard.
Can we say 'ouch'?
"Max! You mother-" I clamped my hand over his mouth, whistling as people walked by and giving them innocent smiles, while Max right there was literally rolling on the floor, laughing so hard tears streamed down her face.
"Max!" he yelled. He tried to get up but he buckled and fell.
Max walked over, still laughing.
"Oops," she chuckled.
"Oops my ass Max, you did that on purpose!" He tried getting up again, and I helped him.
His legs were squeezed tight together.
"Man, relax," I tried.
"That's a little hard considering my cock feels like it's about to fall off!" Iggy turned to face Max, he flicked her off and I helped him walk to my car. But over my shoulder, I gave her a one sided grin.
She loped behind us.
"Today was fun," she shrugged, as if nothing happened.
"Uh Fang? Do you think you could stop by a hospital?" Iggy's eyes were wide.
"Dude did it fall off?" Max looked tried to look sincere but really her excitement was overruling that idea.
Oh my God, this is not happening.
"No! What the heck? It just hurts!"
I snorted, life just doesn't get weirder than that.
"You'll be fine," Max assured. "I've done this kind of thing plenty of times."
That's not disturbing at all.
We arrived and walked to the entrance. Iggy was glaring at Max, or trying to anyway, the whole time, while I watched this whole fiasco. Max just shrugged and went in.
It was about 9:30pm, and we had to go to school tomorrow.
Officer Hall came up, "So how did it go?" he asked.
"It depends," Iggy answered, "Who are you talking about?"
"Max," he responded.
"Of course," Iggy mumbled.
"She was good; actually, she lifted more than Iggy."
Officer Hall looked dumbfounded. "That girl?"
"I'm right here!" Max stated, looking annoyed.
I nodded.
"Well Max, you can go upstairs and get your stuff ready, and go to bed. We enrolled you into school, high school."
"Yeah Max, get ready to have to study physics, biology, world history, and math!" Iggy cackled.
And you want to know the weird thing? She looked more horrified at this moment then when we captured her, you know, the time we had like 50 guns aimed at her head.
Well, poor Iggy.
That guy is just not doing so hot with Max is he?
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