A/N Sooooooo sorry. I know y'all prolly hate me & I don't really have any excuses. I didn't really like where I was going with the plotline, but I think I'm on the right path now…, I hope…. Anyway, read and enjoy!

"Wings?" I stated in a questioning tone. They nodded, serious. "You're kidding me right?" They shook their head in response. I raised an eyebrow and watched their faces as they took huge sets of wings out of the crates. Neither face betrayed them.

They were actually serious. We were actually going to fly. With wings.

James thrusted a set at me. Gingerly, I reached out for the huge mass of black feathers. My fingers stroked the sleekness with awe.

"While we're young, Morgan."

I tore my eyes from the wings to see a set of death's angels. The blackness of the night sky cast dark shadows against James's face, illuminating his eyes as they bore into mine. With a loud swallow, I tore my eyes away from the intensity of his gaze and looked down at the complex harness.

"Crash course for the amnesiatic?" Joel reached forward to assist me while James stepped further into the shadows.

"What's up with him?" I whispered as Joel began to pull the straps into place.

"He's worried. He doesn't know how the Cavan found us so soon. We should have had a few days to plan. Instead we've had hours. He… He thinks its Zach that's undermining us."

Fear crawled down my spine. I saw Zach's face, but there was no gut-wrenching or heart-pounding at the sound of his name. It felt like I had no connection with him, the boy I supposedly loved and who supposedly loved me, too.

"Everything is going to be alright," Joel whispered, brining me back to reality, "I promise."

"Thank you." He tightened the last strap.

"It's time," James's voice growled from the corner. He stepped out of the darkness, met my eyes with the same dark intensity, and jumped off the edge of the building.

"No!" I gasped, leaping towards the edge, afraid to see his mangled body lying crumpled on the ground. Instead, all I saw was a black figure gliding through the night sky.

"He likes to go for the wow-factor," Joel scoffed, "You're next." I felt my eyes widen.

"Um, how?" He smirked at my terror filled eyes.

"Jump and open your arms to extend the wings. If you open it soon enough, you'll get enough air to lift you up," he said nonchalantly, "it's not that hard." I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

Stepping back from the ledge, I took a deep breath. One step. Two steps. And I fell.

The cold air whipped my hair around my face and my eyes watered. Forgetting all of Joel's instructions, I watched as the ground got closer and closer. I could almost see the whites of the army's eyes.

The air left my lungs in a gust as I was pulled back up into the air.

"Open your wings!" Startled, I open my arms and felt the support of the air instantly holding me up.

"Are you okay?" Joel's voice cut across the rushing of the wind. I looked over my shoulder to see him holding the back of my harness. I nodded and felt the pressure against my stomach lessen as he let go. I had almost died, again, but Joel had saved me, again.

"Follow James." Finding his figure against the sky, I nodded once more.

Hours later, James and Joel landed behind a rundown old motel. I crashed clumsily. Joel helped me up as James cleared the building for safety.

"It's okay to come in," James called from inside the building.

"Let's go," Joel started toward the door.

"Thank you."

"For?" he called over his shoulder.

"Saving my life… again." He shrugged it off.

"All in a day's work." I followed him inside.

Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and across door frames, dust was piled an inch high on an 80's themed reception area, but something felt off. Crates were stacked too precisely in the corners. The cobwebs were too perfect and the dust looked to grainy to have actually gathered slowly over time.

"Someone's been here recently," I murmured.

"Yes, and they took all our supplies," James retorted, slamming an empty crate lid down and running a hand through his hair, "We're going to have to go get some." Joel nodded.

"Where are we going?" I asked. They exchanged glances.

"We," James gestured to himself and to Joel, "are going to get supplies. You are staying here."

"Why? I've come this far with you, why can't I come with you this time?"

"We'd tell you why," Joel teased, "but then we'd have to kill you."

"Just stay here and be careful," James added as they walked back out the door.

"How are you getting to wherever you're going?" I asked as they closed the door behind them.

"Same answer," Joel returned. I growled.

"Why do guys always have to be so cryptic? They won't let you come with them. They won't let you know why you can't come with them. They won't tell you where they're going or how their getting there. They're always shooting somebody!"

"Or we're getting shot at."

I spun on my heel to face the voice. Green eyes, brown hair, and a smirk. He leaned against the doorpost.

"Zach?"

A/N Happy Memorial Weekend! God bless our troops!