A/N: Hey sorry I didn't update on Sunday, but usually I write a few pages over the week, then the rest of the chapter on Saturday, but I woke up late on Saturday and then my brother was being a jerk and wouldn't let me type so I barely got any done then and then I slept over at my friend's house and stayed all day because there was a football party in the afternoon (go Giants! Woo hoo!) and I got home at like 9:00 and then I was exhausted so I went to sleep.

So yeah, sorry about that…

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So… Yeah.

On with the story!

Gazzy POV:

I couldn't help it: I started to cry.

Man up, Gazzy! A voice in my head tried to tell myself, but I shook my head clear and ignored it.

No, he can't be gone!

First Fang, now Iggy.

Who will I make bombs with?

"It's okay, Gazzy. We'll get him back, don't you worry." Max tried to reassure me.

"Bu- but what if we don't?" I ask her, still sniffling.

"We will, don't worry about it. Remember how we got Angel back? And when we all broke out of the School ourselves? We can get Iggy out of there, easy." she said.

I think she was trying to convince herself as much as she was I.

"ZOMG Who was that, then? I mean he looked just like Iggy, same hair, same clothes, and he was blind. Right Max? He was blind, right? Oh wait; it's probably another clone like Maya, right? They made a clone of Iggy and sent him to us, just like they did with Maya. I wonder when they took the real Iggy though. When we were hiding out in that old house when Fang left, or before that? I think it was before that, Iggy seemed a little weird for a while…" Nudge jabbered.

Max let her babble on, too tired to stop her.

Eventually, Nudge ran out of steam and became as quiet as the rest of us.

"How are we going to get him back, then?" asked a small voice belonging to my sister.

"Well, we're going to need to come up with a plan, now won't we?" said Max, "Let's list everything we know."

She took out a piece of paper and a pen, and got ready to start writing.

"Iggy is in the School right now, and we need to get him out." I started.

"And for a while, they sent a clone of him to take his place." contributed Angel.

"And the School is in Death Valley, in California." said Nudge.

"Okay, great. Anything else?" Max asked.

After none of us could think of anything else to add to the list, she folded up the paper and put it in her pocket.

"So now, a plan!" she announced, "We need to get to the School, break in, get Iggy, break out, and then get as far away as we can."

"Okay, so how are we gonna do that?" asked Nudge.

"Well, that's the problem." said Max.

"Bombs." I muttered.

"What was that, Gaz?" Max asked me.

"Bombs!" I said again, louder, "I'm good at making really powerful bombs, even without Iggy there. We could, like, bomb a hole in the side of the wall and then fight the Whitecoats to get Iggy, and then get out of there easily."

"Gazzy, you're a genius!" said Max, ruffling my hair.

I smiled for what seemed like the first time in ages, and then started to explain what I would need to make a successful bomb.

"Well, you need either uranium or plutonium. But Iggy and I experimented, and we found out that uranium works best. The security at some places that sell it isn't very heavy so we could get some pretty easily. And there's a big store in San Diego that sells uranium, so we could stop there. Then it's easy to convert it to liquid, which needs to be done, and also we need some hydrofluoric acid, and actually there's a supplier in southern California also, but there's high security there. Nothing we can't handle, though. So then you need to put both compounds together to make hexafluoride. Okay the next part will be tricky. We need to get fluorine gas, and there aren't any distributors near the School, but there is one a few miles from here. About 25 miles, actually. So then you need to slowly put the fluorine gas into the hexafluoride, and then put pressure on it with like a bicycle pump or something. Okay, this next part will sound weird, but stick with me. You need to put the liquid uranium hexafluoride in a bucket, and then attach a rope to the bucket's handle, and then swing it in a circle above your head as fast as you can for about 45 minutes. Then, you need to slow down gently a little bit at a time until it's not moving any more. Then you need to do that until you have ten pounds of uranium. Ok then to turn it back into metal, you need to put some calcium in the bucket of uranium. The calcium will separate the uranium hexafluoride with all of the impurities, which will turn into a clear salt. So then the uranium's metal again. You need to keep the uranium in two separate bowls, five pounds in each bowl. So you need to hammer the two halves into each bowl so they are a good fit. You need to keep them about twenty feet away from each other, so they don't 'go critical' on you just yet. Not yet, at least. Then you need to hollow out an old vacuum cleaner and put the two bowls inside it. Take another five-pound hunk of uranium and put it in a stainless steel bowl. The stainless steel and the vacuum are because they help reflect the neutrons back into the uranium for a bigger explosion. Then comes the fun part. You can use any kind of explosives, like gunpowder and TNT and blasting caps, but Iggy and I prefer C4. You need to mold the C4 to a bowl the same shape and size as the ones the liquid uranium is in. Then you need to hook it up to a detonation device with a few batteries, a switch, and some wire. Then you just put it inside an old vacuum, and there you go. Instant A-Bomb." I finished, a little out of breath.

"Whoa." said Nudge, her eyes wide with wonder.

"I worry about you sometimes Gaz, you know that?" said Max, shaking her head and smiling.

"Well, now we know how to make a big bomb!" exclaimed Angel.

Two Weeks, A Flight to Death Valley, and a Whole Lot of Uranium Hexafluoride Later:

Gazzy POV (still):

"I think we've got it!" I cried, looking over my handiwork.

I ran my dirty fingers through my hair, and slowly paced around the seemingly innocent vacuum cleaner.

"Gasmask, are you sure that it's completely safe and won't go off until we want it to?" asked Max, still unsure of my epic ninja skills.

"I'm sure, don't worry. And I put in a timer so we can set it and then get as far away as possible before it blows." I reassured her.

"And how much damage will it do?" she asked, holding in place the braid Angel was putting in her hair.

"It'll knock a giant hole in the wall, maybe take out a few Whitecoats and Erasers, but not too much damage. Of course we need to make sure that it's nowhere near Iggy because of the radioactivity… But don't worry it'll be fine." I said.

Max looked unnerved about my comment on radioactivity, but made no more objections about my use of the bomb.

I am one of the resident pyromaniacs, after all.

"I think she needs a name." I announced, referring to the vacuum cleaner bomb in front of us.

She? I could hear Angel's voice in my head.

Yes, she. Leave me alone. I thought back.

Angel gave me a look as if to say, whatever you say, Gasmask.

"So what should we name her?" I asked the Flock.

"Um, ZOMG how about Sparkle Diva Princess?" suggested Nudge, obviously excited at the idea.

I glanced up at her face to see if she was kidding or not.

She wasn't.

"Um, no." said Max, expressing my thoughts perfectly.

"What about The WMD?" suggested Angel.

"Sorry, the what?" asked Max.

"The WMD. The Weapon of Mass Destruction." Angel said again.

"The WMD…" I repeated, "I like it!"

Angel smiled happily, and continued to braid Max's hair.

"So anyone have a an of spray paint?" I asked, looking around.

"Um, why would you need spray paint, Gaz?" Max inquired.

"Well to paint on the side of the bomb of course." I said like it was obvious.

"Uh, why?" she asked.

"So it'll look awesome. Duh." I replied.

She looked skeptical, but shrugged and got ready to go to the store.

"Come on, guys. It's time to go get some spray paint." Max commanded.

"Okay, Max." said Angel, "Will we be coming back here?"

"I don't think so, honey. You better get everything that you took with you." Max responded.

The four of us went into the abandoned bar and into the back room to collect those few possessions that we have.

There was the photo of me as a baby that we found at Dr. Martinez's house, and the food that we never ate from the supermarket.

Once we got everything outside, we reached a dilemma.

"Um, how are we going to get the bomb to the School?" asked Nudge.

"Well, um," Max started, "I'm guessing that it can't be dropped from big heights, right?"

"Yeah," I replied, "That would be bad."

"Maybe we could all help to carry it? We're only a few miles away from the School, so we could probably do it." Angel suggested.

"That'd work." I said.

I opened my wings and held onto the top of the bomb.

Max grabbed the middle, and Angel and Nudge got the bottom.

"Okay, we lift it up on the count of three," I said, "one, two, three!"

Everyone lifted the vacuum, and we got it in the air successfully, keeping it mainly on our backs.

It wasn't too heavy with the five of us all helping to carry it.

We touched down to earth in an abandoned parking lot, hiding the WMD behind a dumpster.

There was an A.C. Moore where we would get the spray paint.

The four of us stepped through the automatic doors into a cool, air-conditioned store.

"Wait, do we have any money?" asked Nudge.

"Oh. Well, I guess the store won't miss the $5 it costs to buy spray paint." Max said, looking regretful.

Max walked up to a store employee wearing a nametag tag that said, Hello, My Name is Darren and asked, "Hey. Can you tell me where the spray paint is?"

He gave her a once-over, obviously disgusted by her matted hair and dirty face, and glanced over at us with the same expression.

"Aisle 6, ma'am." he said, hurrying away as quickly as he could do politely.

"Well he was nice," said Max sarcastically.

"Aisle 6, here we come!" announced Nudge.

Once we were in that aisle, I scanned all of the colors they had.

"Well, the WMD is black. So the spray paint color should be…" I murmured to myself as I picked up a can, "red!"

Max walked over to me and asked, "Is that what you want, hon?"

I nodded, and she glanced around to make sure there were no video cameras or employees or anything before she shoved the can of paint in one of the inside pockets of her jacket.

"Okay, let's get out of here before anyone sees us." said Max, ushering us all out the door.

Once the five of us were outside in the spring air again unnoticed by anyone, store employee or otherwise, the WMD was lugged to some of those random woods by the highways.

I shook up the bottle of red spray paint, and uncapped it.

"Hey, Max?" I began, looking towards her, "Can you do the writing on it? You have the neatest handwriting."

"Sure Gazzy." she replied.

I handed her the bottle, and she began to spray crimson paint on the base of our A-bomb.

"How does that look?" she asked me once she was finished.

A grin overtook my face, and I nodded enthusiastically.

Ever since we realized Iggy had been taken, it felt like Max was being overly nice to me.

I was closest to Iggy out of the whole flock, and yeah it was hard for me, but it kin of irritated me to see Max treating me like I was Angel's age.

I mean; I had just made a giant bomb for crying out loud!

Sure I could understand why she was going easy on me, but still it wasn't necessary.

"When should we go destroy the School?" asked Nudge, snapping me out of thought, "I mean, it'd be best if we could go ASAP, you know what I mean? Like, the sooner we get Iggy out of there, the better."

Max thought for a moment then said "Let's head over there tomorrow. First we need a good night's sleep."

"Max?" Angel asked in that sweet voice of hers, "Do you think Iggy is okay?"

Our fearless leader paused, staring off in the distance with a world of emotions swirling in her brown eyes before finally answering, "I don't know. Let's just hope so."

Soon the day slowly turned to night and the sky was a deep purple, the stars beginning to come out.

"It'll be warm tonight," Max informed us, "Do you guys want to sleep in a tree here?"

"ZOMG that'd be soooooooo much fun! It could be like we were all camping like normal families do!" exclaimed Nudge.

After only a few minutes of walking through the highway woods, Angel spotted a tree that could work to accommodate our needs.

"Everyone up!" commanded Max, opening her wings and flying up to a sturdy-looking branch, narrowly missing hitting other lower branches with her wingspan.

I made sure the WMD was all right down at the base of the tree before flying up to meet my flock.

"Does anyone want food?" Max asked us, holding out the backpack that we stored everything in, including food.

"Me!" the three of us chorused, and Max doled out an apple and some ready-made turkey to each of us.

Soon, when we were all satisfied, my flock began dozing off one by one.

First Nudge (and snoring loudly, I might add), then Angel, and at what I'm guessing was around 11 pm, I could finally hear the slow, steady breathing coming from Max that signified she has fallen asleep.

That just left me awake by myself.

I could hear tiny chirps coming from crickets in the grass below, and a cool night breeze gently tickled my face.

The moonlight was flooding down like a spotlight, encasing me in its silvery glow.

Up in the inky black sky, tiny balls of white light were twinkling, so oblivious to the horrible plights happening down here on earth.

I sighed, and gently shut my eyes.

Quickly, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

What seemed like so soon, I was awoken by the calls of Max saying, "Come on, guys! Up and at 'em!"

My eyes automatically opened, and I was shocked by the bright sunlight filtering through the leaves of the tall tree.

Coming from a few feet away, I could hear Nudge whining, "Come on! Five more minutes?"

"Nope," Max replied merrily, "If we're going to rescue Iggy from the School, we should do it as soon as possible."

"Ugggggggh." Nudge groaned in reply, but she was slowly raising herself into a sitting position anyways.

"Okay. So we're about a fifteen-minute's flight away from Death Valley, and with the bomb it ought to be thirty minutes." Said Max, "So before we leave, breakfast."

Max unzipped the backpack and handed everyone a two rolls each and a jar of blackberry jam with a plastic knife.

I spread the jam on my bread, and bit in.

Once everyone had finished eating, Max announced, "Okay. Let's get going."

We did the same procedure as before when lifting the WMD, and soon we were flying about 1500 feet in the air, heading towards Death Valley.

"Max?" Angel started, "What are we gonna do once we get there?"

Even though Angel always acted strong for us, never showing fear, it was obvious she was horrified at the idea of going back to the School.

"Well Gaz, does the bomb have a timer?" Max asked me.

"Yeah, you can put it down somewhere and set it to explode up to an hour later so you can get as far away as possible." I responded.

"Great. So we're going to sneak into the School's property and put the bomb down somewhere. Then, we're gonna get as far away as we can, and let's give the bomb half an hour before it explodes. Once it knocks down a few walls, we'll run in, get Iggy, and leave. Wait how big of an explosion will it cause?"

"Um… I'd say on a scale from one to ten, one being a puny smoke bomb, ten being atomic, it'd be about a four or five." I told the flock.

"Great." said Max with a smile, "So it'll be just the right size explosion for knocking down a few walls."

Soon we were al up in the air sharing the weight of the WMD.

"Hey Max?" What happens if we don't get Iggy?" nudge asked, sounding reluctant to hear the answer.

"Then we'll keep going back until we can take him home," replied Max, sounding both scared, determined, and exhilarated at the same time.

After thirty minutes of flying in silence, we saw in the distance the building we knew much too well for our liking.

Twenty-foot high barbed wire fences, at the tops five-inch, surrounded the building's tall white walls deadly looking spikes.

Every one hundred feet or so, there were huge guard towers with the heavy, wolfish silhouettes of Erasers standing at attention inside each and every one.

The four of us dropped down into a group of trees about a mile away from the School to figure out the final plan.

"Do you think we can sneak in unnoticed, or do we need to use distractions while the others plant the bomb?" I wondered out loud.

Max grimaced at the idea of using someone as a piece of meat, and said, "let's take a look around the perimeter, maybe we can find a place where they won't be able to see us sneak in."

Nudge and Max volunteered to keep the WMD on their backs while we all walked around the School, staying in the bushes at all times while looking for a way in without the Erasers seeing us.

When we were half-way around the laboratory, we found a spot that was blind to the guard towers.

Max began to instruct us on what to do, "Gaz, set the bomb to go off in exactly half an hour."

I did as she said, and max continued to speak, "On the count of three, we fly above the walls, plant the bomb, and get the heck out of there. Ready? One, two, three!"

Max ran out first, with me trailing behind her, and the Nudge and Angel.

We all opened our wings simultaneously and flew over the walls, dumped the bomb in a bush right next to the eastern wall of the School, and flew over the building and away.

The four of us kept flying until we were about three miles away from the School.

"Wow, that was exciting!" exclaimed Nudge.

"And now, we wait." voiced Angel.

Exactly thirty minutes later, I heard a faint boom and we decided to cautiously fly back to see how much damage was done.

"ZOMG!" (Nudge)

"That's totally wicked!" (Me)

"Oh." (Angel)

"I'm proud of you, little buddy." (Max)