You people are really depressing. I got one stinking review. I shouldn't update. But I have a lot of free time on my hands…
I don't own Maximum Ride.
Third Person POV
The mini-flock sat there, staring at nothingness.
"How are going to save her?" Nudge asked.
"To save her we need to know where she is," Fang said quietly.
The silence and depression fell upon them again, like fog so thick you cant see two feet away from you.
"Maybe, just maybe they already got her a-"
"Nudge!" both men yelled at her.
"I wasn't finished," she said through gritted teeth. "Maybe they already got her and she escaped-"
"We should still find her, Nudge," Iggy said.
She sent both of them a death glare that would have made Max proud. "Stop interrupting me! If they got to her and she escaped-which is likely since she's a fantastic fighter-she might have gone to her mom," she finished.
Iggy and Fang were silent, not wanting to interrupt her if she was still talking.
"So?" she asked.
"I doubt she'd go to her mom, and put her at risk, too," Fang reasoned.
"Yeah, but it's worth a shot!"
"We don't even know where her mom lives," Iggy added.
"Yes, we do! From when Max took us there!"
"She could have moved," Iggy told her.
"But it something!" Nudge pressed.
"You're both right," Fang said. "Dr. M might know something, but we can't go see her. But we can email her"
Dr. Martinez POV
I was still trying to figure out what to do. Put Fang's face on milk jugs?
I sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. Max was sick, who knows what would happen to Jaze if she got really sick for a long time?
Maybe she already was really sick. I don't think I had it in me to take care of a fifteen year old boy -weather he was Max's son or not.
I was lost in my thoughts when I remembered that I had a really big interview about a new surgery for animals, said to be less "traumatizing" and easier, and the reporter needed to email me the time and place.
I went into the room, where Max was asking Jaze what was wrong. She had always put others before herself.
"Do you mind if I use your computer for a bit?" I asked Max.
"No, not at all. You can use the laptop right there," she said weakly.
I picked up the laptop and went to the living room. On the top of the laptop there was the password on Post-It.
Password: Fly, I typed in.
Maybe this wasn't the best time, but at least it would give me something else to thing about.
I checked my email and found nothing from the reporter. There was a lot of useless junk mail, or unimportant emails from friends, but nothing that was useable.
I was about to log off when I saw an email address that caught my eye: talk_a_ (don't send an email to that address, since I just made it up)
It didn't sound like an email from an advertiser, and I didn't know anybody with that email address. I clicked on it and read:
Dear Dr. M,
Hi! The flock and I are in deep water. Somebody's trying to kill us-again! We know who, but we don't know how powerful they are - but trust me, they are far up on the chain.
We (Fang, Iggy and I) believe that Max is their next hit if they haven't hit her already.
Do you have any information on where she might be?!?
Please reply to this!
With love (and worry),
Nudge.
I quickly typed my reply.
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