Chapter 9
"I am sorry but we failed again," Dylan groaned. "Those stupid contraptions you put together and dumber than dirt. They had him in captive and then he cartwheel kicked them and drop kicked some then punched me and Mr. Chu in the face and gut. I say we destroy this, things!"
"So we can't capture the rest of the flock because you think it's the Flyboys. What else do you want me to do, make a whole other flock," Dr. Gunther-Hagen smiled at what he just said. "I have it! We'll make another set of avian bird children, except this time they will be fast, stronger, and much more talented then these failures. Do you guys know anybody that could help us, Angel?"
She smiled a very mischievous smile, "the School, ter Borcht. He tried and almost succeeded killing them, but then Ari helped out Max and the others."
"I have heard the name before. He's a mad scientist, right? And who is this Ari fellow? He just sounds like a failure," Gunther-Hagen went on.
"Ari was an Eraser, Jeb Batchdelder's son, real son, not genetically and test tube made," Angel clarified. "And also the lab already tried making another flock, same looks and better built, but they failed when Max almost killed Max II. You had to be there to know."
It was another hour of brainstorming until they came up with: make a whole entirely new flock, train the flock, then Angel and Dylan will be the leaders. Perfect and nobody could stop them.
"So Angel, darling, tell me everything about Max and the rest so I can make, bigger, better, and strong avian-human hybrids. This is going to be the best plan yet," Dr. G-H cheered.
"We are still going to use my plan to kill them all off, right?" she snapped.
"Of course, but we need as much info as we can on them," he replied back confused.
"Fang is slightly stronger, can blend in with his surroundings when he holds a stance, and has gills. Max is the fastest, has a voice in her head, and also has gills, Iggy…" she went on telling Dr. G-H everything that the flock could do.
"Thank you so much. You are wonderful and for that you know get to have your own flock," he smiled like a child on Christmas morning.
"Are these knew kids going to know how to fly, I mean I'm not going to teach them how to, right? I just want to get this over with and basically plot to rule the world, and teaching bird kids how to fly is not bark of my scheme," Angel barked.
"I could teach them," Dylan offered.
"You can barely fly yourself," Angel laughed at his response.
"It was all an act. I can fly so graceful, but not as fast as the Flock."
"Okay then you can teach the doe-doe birds how to fly and fight," she went on. "How long should this take?"
"Days, but it won't interfere with anything on our agenda," he insisted.
"While you're doing that I'll make some calls and set up an army to destroy Max and everyone else," Angel walked off with Dylan following trailing behind her like a little puppy.
"Who are you gonna call?" Dylan asked trying to start some small talk with her.
"People. People that can help…"
