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I listened to the "Alex Rider:Operation Stormbreaker" soundtrack while writing this, so if you can get your hands on it, I'd advise listening to "Uncle Ian" or "Chinese Burn" (I don't own Alex Rider or the soundtrack either) It's awesome action music to write by )
"Hello Jeb." She said levelly, a hint of contempt fringing her voice. "So nice to see you again."
My blood boiled, yet I felt cold. Hatred welled up inside me, making me want to fling myself away from the wall, find wherever she was, and tear her apart with my bare hands. But I stayed against the wall silently.
"Director." Jeb gulped, surprised. "You look well."
I felt Nudge's hand stiffen in mine. I heard the Director chuckle coldly.
"Thank you Jeb. You're probably wondering why I've returned."
"Just a bit." He answered, slight sarcasm fringing his voice, barely noticeable.
"Well, you see, Jeb. I don't like my experiments to be taken from my grasp so easily."
"They weren't taken, they escaped on their own. Not to mention, your robot army was terminated singlehandedly by an army of three of 'your experiments.'" Jeb said with contempt. I could practically feel Iggy's grin radiating on me at the memory.
"Oh them? My new army is better. Much better. And I'm going to retrieve those pests to lead it."
"What makes you think they'll lead it?"
"Don't you mean, 'what makes me know they'll lead it?' Modifications can be made Jeb. It's either modification or termination for them."
I'd rather die.
"I'm sure they'd rather die." Jeb stated like it was nothing.
Go Jeb!
I heard the director laugh coldly. She sounded like a supervillain on a cheesy movie.
"Same old Jeb. Always so protective. You're much too easily attatched. They will be retrieved and they will be modified. Death would be a blessing to them."
"What makes you think you'll even be able to find them?" he said venomously.
The Director continued, cold laughter fringing her voice. "Oh Jeb. You've always overestimated your ability to protect them. I know for a fact that they're right under my nose. This time I will not fail."
The screen went blank.
"Alright. Move. Now!" Fang said loudly. All eight of us began running towards the door. Before we reached it, we heard an explosion and it flew toward us.
"Duck!" Angel screamed. All of us hit the floor.
A moment later the dust cleared, and to my horror I saw the shadows of people entering the room. Actually, worse than people. They were completely inhuman. It was the Director with her new army. Flyboys filed into the room.
"You will not escape." They droned emotionlessly
Here we go again.
I heard a growl rip from Fang's throat as he tackled a flyboy. It hadn't even registered him coming.
I was up second, throwing myself into combat with the next one through the door. They were faster, I had to give them that, but nothing for the Director to brag so much about. The rest of the Flock and Jeb and Ari were defending themselves the best they could. The Director stood by the door, observing 'her' creations, old and new. She looked pleased.
It made me sick.
If I hadn't been fighting the stupid machine in front of me, I would have loved to have shoved her against the wall and gotten my hands around her skinny white neck and pressed hard.
They were surrounding us now. It would be impossible to win. But not impossible to run.
"Run on three!" I yelled above the noise.
Ari and Jeb were accustomed to our "countdown" so they knew what I was talking about.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the director pull a walkie talkie from her hip and start screaming into it.
We gathered together in a clump just as I screamed "One!"
The eight of us took the Flyboys by surprise and shoved our way through them out the main double door all at once. We ran down the hall as fast as we could.
As I ran, I did a head count.
Seven. Me, eight. All good.
The hallway was too narrow for out wings, so we couldn't fly. The vehicle Jeb had sneaked us in with was gone, so we'd have to run all the way out. And then there was the issue of Ari and Jeb who didn't have wings. Fang reached the door at the end of the hall first and flung himself through. He grabbed one side and held it open. I was right behind him and grabbed the other side. The other six ran through the doors. The Flyboys were halfway down the hall, since we'd gotten a head start. I could still hear the Director screaming into her walkie talkie over the drumming of the Flyboy's boots against the concrete floor. I actually smirked. Jeb was wildly looking around for something to jamb the door with. His eyes landed in the stairs that led to a lower level of the complex.
"Help me!" he said, grasping the railing. We sprinted over, and all eight of us together, we actually yanked it off of it's screws. We slammed it through the door handles just as the flyboys reached it. The Metal railing was four inches thick. It would hold for about…twelve seconds? Tops?
"Go!" I heard Iggy yell.
"This way!" Jeb yelled. "The cars are this way!" He took off down a hall and we followed without question. We could hear the flyboys trying to break the door down, then gunfire. They were most likely shooting at the door, trying to get it to open.
We ran down the hallway like maniacs. We burst through the doors into the hangar just as we heard the door the Flyboys were behind crash to the ground.
A stray piece of metal was actually just lying next to the doorway. It seemed too convenient, but I truly didn't care. Ari and I slid it through the handles like before. This piece was even thicker.
Jeb leaped into a sleek red Mercedes. Ari clambered into the passenger seat. The flock began piling into the back. Fang and I stood outside, realizing how easy it would be for them to tell which way we went.
Fang eyed a car a few yards away that could only be compared to the Batmobile. "I'll lead them off in this!" he said loudly to Jeb.
"No!" Jeb protested.
"He's right! They'll follow you too easily. We'll lead them off." I said hastily.
"We'll?" Jeb and Fang questioned in unison.
"Yeah, I'm coming with you." I said to Fang. "We gotta move fast, where are the keys?"
Jeb stammered, unsure if he should be doing this. "It takes a code. 8472964. It hasn't even been road tested yet!" Jeb protested, worried. Each passing second the Flyboys were getting closer to breaking down the door.
"We'll road test it!" I yelled. "We have to go, now!" I saw the look of fear for me and Fang's safety on the Gasman's face in the back seat. "We'll be fine."
Fang and I sprinted toward the car. "I'm driving!" he said as we ran.
"Why do you get to drive?" I protested loudly as we reached it.
"Cuz I'm the better driver." He replied. He leaped up and slid across the hood to the driver's side.
"Show off." I muttered, climbing into the passenger side.
FANG DID A HOOD SLIDE!! I LOVE those...hahah. So Fang just HAD to do it, cuz he rocks that hard. D
