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tadm: I know Iggy wouldn't be able to write, but he is enhanced, so just pretend that he's very brilliant and can write. :P
A.S. Lee: Fang will realize that the Voice 2 is dangerous, and it will do something bigger, but not for a little while.
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DISCLAIMER: Maximum Ride belongs to James Patterson.
CLAIMER: Any new plot ideas in this story are mine, unless otherwise noted.
Chapter Thirteen
"Good morning, sleepy-head," Fang said the next morning, a rare smile lighting up his face.
"Good morning," I replied. His arm was still wrapped around me, and I wished that I never had to get up.
It's time to start saving the world, Max.
I flinched as the voice spoke. I just picked the most perfect times to speak up, didn't it?
"What's wrong?" Fang asked. I looked away, ashamed that I had lied the night before about the Voice not being a big deal.
"It's just the Voice. Whenever it talks, it sends jolts of pain to my head." I admitted.
Just as Fang opened his mouth to say more the kids came in, chatting with each other loudly. Fang shot me a look that said 'we'll talk about this later,' and then we got up to join the kids in the kitchen.
"So, what have you lovers been up to?" Iggy asked with a sly grin. My face immediately flushed a bright red. Luckily the kids were all talking too loudly to have heard.
"How about Angel, Gazzy, and Nudge go downstairs to get some breakfast for all of us?" Fang suggested, apparently unfazed by Iggy's comment. The kids immediately dropped their conversation and turned to me, eager to get breakfast on their own.
"Alright. Be back in half an hour, okay? Eat your food down there, then bring more up for us, so people don't get too suspicious as to why you're taking so much food," I said.
"Thanks Max!" they chorused. Iggy handed Nudge his room key, and they took off down the hall.
"Kids," Fang muttered, shaking his head.
"They're just excited. You wouldn't understand; you've never been a kid," Iggy said, pouring some water from the sink into glasses for us.
"What do you mean I've never been a kid?"
"I mean that you and Max have always had to act much older than you really were so that the kids would have parent-figures to look up to."
It was true; Fang and I were always the ones who hung back while the younger ones went off to play, who were doing 360's, and who worried about saving the world. "You never were a kid, either," I said, sipping my water.
"I was more of a kid than you were. I'm only third in command. I'm only in charge when you two have one of your 'moments,'" Iggy replied, making quotation marks with his fingers while he said 'moments.'
Fang rolled his eyes, a gesture completely lost on Iggy. He got up to get his laptop and set it up on the coffee table. I went over to help him put back the couch, and then he pulled the coffee table in front of it.
"What are you doing? Checking your blog?" Iggy asked, coming over to sit on the couch with us.
"Researching Itex," Fang replied, typing something into the computer, the screen opened to a Google search engine.
"It's all blocked; we can't get in," I complained about ten minutes of failed attempts to get into Itex's main site.
Fang sighed and leaned against the back of the couch, pushing the computer away from him.
"Let's just wait for Nudge to come back. She can hack her way into anything," Iggy suggested.
"I guess. We just didn't want the kids to know about this just yet," I said, leaning my throbbing head against Fang's shoulder.
"You don't need to keep everything from them," Iggy protested.
"No, but we do need to keep some things from them," Fang said in a tone that told Iggy the conversation was over. Iggy didn't get it; Fang and I were usually the one's who kept things from the kids for their own good, and we usually kept it from him, too.
A little while later the kids came in, carrying trays full of fruit, bagels, and yogurt. They placed it down on the kitchen counter and began eating some of it.
"I thought you guys were eating down there?"
"We were, but the lady kicked us out because we were being too 'disruptive,'" Gazzy said through a mouthful of food. I sighed; didn't these kids know what it meant to 'lay low?'
"Nudge, can you come over here for a minute?" I asked once she finished eating.
"Sure," she replied, coming over to us. I wasn't surprised at her short sentence; she had slowly been talking less and less. She said she felt fine, so I figured it was just because she was growing up. When we had booked the hotel room, I had even caught her checking out some of the boys in the lobby.
"We need you to break into Itex's files," Fang explained, scooting closer to me so Nudge could sit down.
"Of course. Give me five minutes." She picked the laptop up from the coffee table, placed it on her lap, and began typing furiously.
"I'm in."
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